“Hey, girls!”

“Shhh!” Laurel shushed me as she walked from the bedroom the twins were sharing at the private villa we had rented for our honeymoon. “They’re sleeping,” she explained, closing the door behind her.

My face fell. I had set up a nice little spot on the private beach for us to sit and enjoy the last night on the island outdoors. I’d tipped one of the locals who took care of the grounds to set up a fire for us on the beach where we would eat s’mores. I’d only returned to collect them and some blankets so we could spread them out on the sand.

“I can’t believe they’re sleeping,” I remarked. “I went through all this trouble and they didn’t even stay up to realize it.”

Laurel’s laugh increased my sulking. “They’re all tuckered out, Jarrod. They had a full day. They wanted to do everything today they hadn’t done before we left.”

“Are you sure we can’t wake them?” I half-joked. This week had been amazing, and if I didn’t have crucial meetings waiting for me to return to Dallas, I would have extended our stay by another week. Everything was falling into place, and the girls had simply blossomed on the island. They had fallen in love with nature and loved the beach. We had taken them on so many tours: Dolphin’s Cove, Waterland, Black River Safari, Dunn’s River Fall. They had enjoyed everything and I had too. We all had. I hadn’t even minded sleeping on the pullout bed in our bedroom and folding it away before the girls woke up in the morning.

“You know we leave early tomorrow,” she reminded me, “so they’d better rest up. What are you so excited for?”

“I set up a spot for us on the beach,” I explained. “No big deal.”

“You did?” she asked in surprise. “Well, it doesn’t have to go to waste. I love it here. We can sit out there for a while. I’d like to feel the sand between my toes one last time.”

“We can come back when I take time off from work again,” I told her. “Better yet, we can visit another Caribbean island. Bahamas is beautiful too, or Cayman Islands.”

“Sounds lovely,” she remarked. “Now, how about we go and check out your spot on the beach?”

“I’ll get some food from the kitchen,” I told her. “It’s breezy out tonight. Can you get us a couple blankets?”

“All right.”

In the kitchen, I puttered about, locating a bottle of wine, two plastic cups, a small container of fruit cocktail, and the last piece of wedding cake we had taken with us. She was waiting for me, standing on the porch, her arms wrapped around the blankets. The sea breeze blew at the hem of her dress, and she absentmindedly batted at it to keep it down. I saw firm, toned thighs bronzed by the sun before she succeeded. She had worn a lot of shorts and dresses on the island and was tanned all over.

The image of her in a bikini was forever etched in my mind. Her body was perfect. I’d been tongue-tied the first time we’d decided to go for a swim and she had taken off her wrap. She must have no idea I existed in any other capacity than the children’s father, because she never once noticed how my eyes followed her, my tongue all but lolling from my head.

“Come on, let’s go,” I said, walking down the steps of the porch. “We won’t be far from the villa, so we can always check on the kids, and should one wake and venture outside, we can see the porch from there.”

She followed me down the beach after taking her sandals off to walk barefooted in the sand. The islander had started the fire for me as he had said he would. We spread the blankets out on the sand, and she sat comfortably with her legs folded as if in meditation. I dropped down beside her, sensing a whiff of danger in the air. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her without the kids. The beach was quiet and the waves were hypnotizing at night. The stars and moonlight, the breeze… everything was too romantic.

“What did you bring to eat?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at me. The moonlight caught her profile, and I wished I was a painter. I’d have loved to capture the way she looked at that moment, her skin aglow in the natural light of the moon and stars.

“I’ve got wine,” I told her, taking everything from the basket and placing it on the blanket. “Wedding cake, fruit cocktail. Name your poison.”

“No reason why we can’t share all,” she replied. “I’ll start with the fruit cocktail.”

I passed her the little plastic container. Our hands brushed and electricity shot through me. Whoa! Her gaze flew up to meet mine and darted away over to the sea.

“Thanks,” she said softly, removing the lid and using the toothpick inside to pick at the pieces of fruit and pop them into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure, and the sound hit me right in the gut. Holy shit, I’m torturing myself. This wasn’t what I’d planned for tonight at all. We were supposed to have family night with the twins acting as a buffer against any sexual feelings bouncing off between us.

“I’m going to have a dip in the sea first,” I told her.

“I’ll come in a minute.”

I tugged off my shirt, wearing only my swim trunks. I ran towards the water and plunged beneath the cold surface. Yes, this was exactly what I needed to cool my libido. Laurel was off limits. She belonged to the girls, not me. We’d decided on the terms of the current contract she was under. Couldn’t we revise the contract? What was the worst thing that could happen if we had sex? I couldn’t risk her falling for me—which was very conceited to even think.

I watched her from my vantage point as she tugged off her dress. I could see her killer curves against the light of the moon and groaned. The coolness of the sea no longer kept my raging hormones under control. Just as I had, she ran towards the beach, pausing to do a perfect cartwheel, which prompted a chuckle from me. Only then did she continue running towards the water and plunged beneath it. I heard her shriek as she hit the cold water.

We swam around each other for a while, not moving too far from the edge as the waves were crashing hard tonight. I rose above a new wave and spun around to locate her but didn’t see her anywhere.

“Laurel!” I called her name, the panic evident in my voice.

She spluttered as she broke the surface of the water not far from where I was. Slicing my arms through the water, I reached her in a few powerful strokes.

“Are you okay?” I asked, reaching for her arm.

“Just sucked in some salt water.” She coughed loudly.

“Come on, let’s go back to the fireside,” I stated, deciding the waves might be a little dangerous. The last thing I wanted was one of us pulled further into the sea by the strong tide. We swam to shore and returned to the blankets, where we collapsed on our backs.

“The waves are rough tonight,” she gasped. “When I went under I wasn’t sure which way was up.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone in,” I replied, rolling to my side with one hand propped under my head so I could look at her.

“There are many things we shouldn’t do,” she commented, raising her eyes to meet mine. “But we do them anyway.”

Was that… damn. She was looking up at me from under her lashes. Blood rushed in my ears and down to my cock, and my swimming trunks weren’t a very practical piece of clothing to hide an erection.

I reached over to brush her cheek with the back of my hand. As I’d thought, once I touched her, I didn’t want the touching to end. I wanted more. “Laurel.” I said her name softly.

“Yes, Jarrod.” She sighed. Her words were a statement, not a question. She knew and she consented.

“Come here, Laurel,” I instructed, and when she moved towards me, I snagged her waist and pulled her down onto my body so she straddled me.

“This isn’t part of the contract,” she breathed and squirmed a bit. I groaned at the sensation of her full bottom pressing into my groin. “But the night is so perfect,” she continued on a moan. “Please, Jarrod, make love to me.”

I might not be able to grant her ‘making love’ status, but I sure would tease her body into oblivion until her passionate cries were carried away on the wind and spreading the word to seamen of a satisfied woman in the arms of her lover. I lowered her head so I could claim her lips with mine. Although our two kisses before had been hot, neither compared to this one, when we were no longer trying to avoid the attraction between us.

Her mouth moved willingly under mine, her lips parting to accommodate my thrusting tongue. She plunged her fingers into my hair and started grinding against my crotch, inflaming me even more. I deepened the kiss, running my hands up her sides and to the front to cup her perky breasts. I reached behind her and unfastened her bikini before drawing the material from her arms.

I grasped her plump breasts and squeezed them, her little moans drowning in my mouth. She tore her lips away from mine, her breathing ragged as she rained kisses along my cheeks and jawline. She was wild, especially the way she rocked against me. My cock was so stiff it hurt.

I lifted her slightly so her breasts were level with my mouth and claimed a nipple while I worked on the other with my thumb and forefinger. Her nipple, like the rest of her, was perfect—not too small but big enough to grasp and tease.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, stroking my hair with her hands. “Jarrod…”

Her impassioned cries hit me as I devoured her breasts, smoothing my hands down her back to cup her round ass. I slid my hands into her bikini bottoms so her bare flesh was flush against my palms. I grabbed her flesh, squeezing and fondling, my fingers trailing over her bottom and reaching down to tease the opening of her pussy. Her wetness had nothing to do with the water we had been swimming in. She coated my fingers with her juices, and my mouth watered hungrily for a taste of her.

Grasping her thighs, I lifted her, bringing her up to rest on my face. I heard her gasp, but she balanced her legs on either side of my head as the perfume of her arousal hit me. Hooking a finger in the material of her bottoms to pull it aside, I bared her intimate flesh to my eyes. As starved as I was for a taste of her, I paused to admire its perfect pink form, the moist lips from which her clit peeked out at me.

I groaned at the same time I guided her hips down so I could lick her. I swiped my tongue from her entrance up to her clit, swirling my tongue about the nub before enclosing my lips around the bud and sucking.

“Jarrod,” she mewled. She was as horny as I was.

I parted her pussy lips, dipping my head so I could tongue her tight entrance. She was soft and silky as my tongue glided through the opening. Gasping hard and breathing shallow, she rode my tongue, her hands digging in the blanket as she undulated her hips and gyrated on my face. Her movements were sexy and desperate.

“Jarrod, please,” she begged. “Let me taste you too, please.”

I lifted her and turned her so she lay down my body, her head facing the direction of my feet. I peeled her bottoms from her hips and down her legs before I returned my attention to her pussy. She had my cock in her hand and licked the tip. Her soft lips engulfed the head and slid down my shaft, her tongue licking the underside.

“Damn, Laurel,” I groaned, and she raised her hips, pushing back a little to position her pussy against my mouth again. A woman who knows what she wants, I thought, burying my face between her legs. Her moans floated on the wind as she massaged my balls with one hand and sucked up and down my thick length.

“Oh, God, don’t stop, Jarrod,” she cried, raining kisses over my cock, licking wetly all around the tip. Fitting my thumb into her hole, I penetrated her deeply, pushing in and out of her opening while I licked her clit, drawing the pearl into my mouth. Her body stiffened, her legs becoming taut above me, and she cried out, clutching my thighs as she climaxed.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she gasped over and over.

Her responsiveness and our compatibility wiped all trace of doubt from my mind. I lifted her upright and settled her over my hips to straddle me.

“Ride me, Laurel,” I instructed her.

I had no concern of getting her pregnant, and we’d both submitted to the required STD tests before getting married, so my mind was free from everything except her. I hissed when she grasped my cock and positioned it against her slit.

“You’re so big,” she moaned, making my chest swell with pride as she took my thick girth slowly into her body. She inched down on my cock, producing a guttural groan from deep inside me. Damn, she was so fucking tight, and her walls were clinging to my cock in the most exquisite pleasure known to man.

She raised herself and sank back down onto my cock, her rhythm slow and unsteady before she gained momentum. As she rode me, her breasts bounced gently, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them.

“Oh, shit, Jarrod, you feel so good,” she moaned when I held her hips steady and thrust upwards hard and fast into her center. Her tightness drove me insane. I flipped us off the blanket and onto the sand, with her lying on her back. Raising her legs high, I placed them over my shoulders and thrust into her hard and deep.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, her eyes widening in wonder. “Just like that, Jarrod! Yes! Oh, yes!”

I threw all caution to the wind at her encouraging words and thrust into her with hard, powerful strokes. I was breathing hard, both from the exertion as well as holding back so she could reach another climax before I did. Our bodies melted into each other’s, my cock fitting snugly between her clinging walls. The closer I was to the peak, the harder I penetrated her.

Two years of celibacy unleashed itself on her. Bending her knees, I pushed them closer to her chest and apart as I crouched over her and rammed my cock deep inside her over and over. She pulled me closer to her, seeking my mouth, which smashed into hers, our teeth jarring, sucking on each other’s tongues. She tore her mouth away from mine, her head thrown back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck as she screamed. I covered her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound and let myself go. After another thrust, I tumbled with her beneath the tidal waves of ecstasy of our creation.