“Your ass is mine!” I yell, running her down. She got a head start, and I stumbled once, but I’ll catch her. My heart is pounding, my entire body flooded with testosterone and desire.

She’s wearing herself out trying to run as fast as she can. I close within a foot and grab her, the two of us falling to the soft ground of the path, Hannah yelling in protest. “Ahh! Get off me!”

“Get off you?” I ask, pinning her to the ground and holding her hands over her head. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Hannah’s reply is cut off as I kiss her neck, and she moans as I run my hands down her body. I bring my hand up to cup her breast, massaging it through the thin fabric of her top. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I stroke it, pulling away to look into her eyes. “Give up?”

“I give up . . .” Hannah moans, putting her arms around my neck.

I get off her, lifting her in my arms. “Come on, I don’t want us to be interrupted. There’s a little clearing through those trees.” I swoop her up into my arms, crossing the tree line into the field and setting her down in the soft grass.

“Tony . . .”

A streak catches our eye, and we turn, watching as shooting stars start to fill the sky. It’s beautiful, and as I turn back to Hannah, I remember a childhood ritual. “You know what they say about shooting stars . . . we need to make a wish fast.” I watch as Hannah closes her eyes, her lips moving silently. As her eyes open, we lock eyes, and she lies back, opening her arms and offering herself to me.

“Tony, tomorrow is tomorrow. But tonight is ours. Make my wish come true?” she asks with a hopeful look in her eyes. Hannah reaches for the tie on her dress and undoes it, letting the top fall down to reveal her perky tits, her nipples already hard with desire.

I nod, understanding her wish for tonight’s magic to carry us through, as if tomorrow won’t destroy everything. I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, lowering down to meet her halfway in a kiss. The kiss is sweet and tender, with an undercurrent of passion that soon has our tongues wrapping around each other, my hands running up and down her body, working her dress to her feet and then off. She lies before me, her pussy hidden by a tiny scrap of lace. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as I grab the sides of her panties and lower them.

Lying back down over her, my lips trail down Hannah’s throat, sucking and licking her delicious skin. I cup her ass, massaging it and squeezing, her moans of arousal growing as I knead the taut flesh. I trail my lips lower but stop and smile into her hip as I remember something that I saw earlier. I get up, telling her not to move, and Hannah gives me a worried look. “What are you doing?”

“Making perfection even tastier,” I joke, walking away for just a few seconds before coming back with what I remembered. “Mango.”

The fruit is ripe, and I tear it in my hands, squeezing the fresh juice over her breasts as I kneel down, burying my tongue between them. The taste of her skin with the sweet mango leaves me ravenous, and I suck hard, licking and tasting her skin before I devour her nipple, tugging and biting it, Hannah moaning my name and running her hands through my hair. “Tony . . . for God’s sake, Tony, you’re amazing.”

I growl, switching sides and sliding a hand between Hannah’s legs, rubbing her slick lips. She spreads her legs and I slip two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as I lick and suck on her breasts until there’s no mango left, just the wonderful texture of her skin under my lips. I rub her clit with my thumb, Hannah’s hips jerking as I stroke in and out.

I kiss up to her lips, sharing the last of the mango with her as my fingers speed up, pumping her tight pussy as I stroke her hair and kiss her tenderly. “You’re amazing,” I whisper to her. “Nobody is like you.”

Hannah tries to answer, but her body shakes so much that all she can do is clutch at my back, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. A moan rolls from the depths of her belly, and her pussy clamps down tightly on my fingers as she comes. “Mmm . . .” I moan, licking my fingers clean before sharing them with her. “Sweeter than the mango.”

Hannah laughs. “That was amazing. But you still haven’t done what you promised. You still planning to follow through on your claim?”

“What?” I ask, confused for a moment until Hannah rolls over, wiggling her ass at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You serious?”

“You said my ass was yours . . . here’s your chance, studmuffin,” she says. “Rare chance. Take advantage.”

I don’t need any more encouragement, getting behind Hannah and pulling her ass toward me. I reach out with my tongue, coating her asshole with spit while I rub her pussy with my right hand, gathering her juices to add to the sensual massage. I can’t believe she’s offering this to me. Her sighs turn into joyous moans as I slide in one finger, then another into her ass, slowly stretching her open.

“Tony . . . please, my mouth,” she begs, and I understand. I move around, my two fingers still buried in her ass as she turns her head and slides my cock into her mouth, pumping it slowly in and out to get it extra nice and wet for her. I pull out with a loud pop and move behind her. I pull my fingers out and just touch her with the tip of my cock.

“You ready?” I ask softly. As much as I want to plunge in hard, I know she needs to have a chance to prepare, and I wait until she nods to push the head of my cock in slowly. I wait, listening to her breathing as she hitches, then gasps as I slide in further, opening her up. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Or you’re big,” she teases, her words slurred with lust as I slide more into her. I go slow, small strokes that open up her body as Hannah reaches down, rubbing her pussy with her hand to relax herself until I feel my hips settle against her ass. I growl, reaching down and pulling her up for a shared, lingering kiss. “Take me,” she begs.

I kiss her hard in reply, letting her settle back onto the grass before I pull back and thrust in long and deep, my cock filling her until we’re both gasping, the tight clench of her ass around my cock making my heart hammer in my chest. I thrust again and again, stretching her and gradually speeding up. It’s like some sort of island magic fills us, and sweat glistens in the moonlight while I pound her, crying out words I don’t even recognize, just sounds and nonsense, but Hannah seems to understand, the two of us going faster and faster. My hips slap hard against her, and Hannah pushes back, squeezing herself around the throbbing length of my cock and sending chills up my spine.

The world evaporates. I can’t feel the grass under my knees, I can’t hear the cries of the forest animals or feel the wind on our skin. There’s just the growing heat in my belly, the sound of Hannah’s cries as I thrust in and out of her, and the beating of our hearts. My cock throbs, and I’m on the edge of coming deep inside of her. But there’s something holding me back, and I know what it is. It’s my heart. I need to open it up completely to her, all the risks be damned.

Fine. I don’t know if you love me, but I love you, I say in my head, and even admitting it to myself is enough to push me over. I cry out, coming hard, but I can hear Hannah moaning too. She’s coming again, her ass clamping tightly around my cock and drawing out the feeling until it almost aches, and I explode. I’ve never felt anything like this, filling her ass with blast after blast of my hot come. My fingers are clamped on her waist and my eyes stare at the sky, I’ve thrown my head back, and all I can see is the last of the meteor shower as the last of me pours into her.

After it’s over, we lie there, curled on the grass. I wrap my arms around her, troubled. Falling for her? Hell, I head over heels, already fallen in deep. But she lives a couple of hours away by plane. I remember that much. And she’s got a life, a career. I doubt this could have ever been more than just a fling in paradise. But . . .

I care for her. More than any other woman I’ve ever had in my life, I care for her. She can drive me nuts and she’s motivated me to dig through a huge pile of shit, regardless of what I told Caleb. Right now, though, I’d do it all again just to see her smile or to kiss her lips. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m not sure I’d know what to do even if there weren’t all these conflicting issues. But there are issues. Tonight may be perfect, she may be perfect…

But tomorrow . . . it all ends.

“We should go back,” Hannah says, fidgeting.

We get dressed, and I let Hannah use my shirt to clean herself before I wipe myself down and pull on my shorts. I don’t need a shirt. I reach out, taking her hand, and Hannah clasps it to her chest, kissing my knuckles. “Listen . . . I know tomorrow, we have to fight . . . but tonight is something I’ll never forget. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I reply softly as we walk back toward the house. We get back, not saying much, even though I want to say more. Instead, I give her a kiss as we enter the house and watch as she goes down the hallway toward her room, my heart and my mind still churning with questions to which I have no answers.