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and his ribs rose and fell with each of his breaths. I looked at his pectorals, the brown nipples bordering a swath of small hairs that swam down his chest, converging like a school of minnows. He put his hand on my hip as I slid mine around to his back, and I leaned forward and kissed a soft hairless spot below his nipple, taking my time, sucking his skin softly, and then leaning back, enjoying his relaxed face, and feeling my skin tingle as I wondered where he would choose.
    He looked into my eyes, and hesitated. I tried to quell the cascade of negative anticipation that he would back down, all the “not agains” and “not this times” that avalanched through my head, and I maintained my smile.
    “I’m game,” I said. “Go for it.”
    Gingerly, his hand on my hip sliding up to my waist, he leaned forward and planted his lips on my collarbone. His mouth gave it a soft massage, and I leaned my head back and by putting my hand on his nape held his head where it was.
    “Don’t stop,” I said.
    He didn’t. He moved his lips up to my neck, exactly as I hoped he would, and hit what Nick used to call my magic spot, a place right behind my earlobe that makes me moan every time. We ran our hands over each other’s skin as the waves licked our feet and calves, and I savored every second, my body already warm and loosened from the sea, and I kissed him back: his strong neck and shoulders, his four-day beard, his firm chest. My hands couldn’t get enough of his back muscles, his shoulder blades, his narrow waist. I tugged on his ear just a bit with my teeth, letting him know a little roughness was okay. He responded in kind, at first gently nibbling my neck and shoulders, then biting a little harder, which was precisely what I wanted.
    “Do that,” I said. He did, and I let the tingling fill my whole side and back and leg, until I was so excited I had to jump on him, holding his shoulders down on the sand, his abs between my legs. “Now,” I said, “tell me what you want.”
    He looked up at me, pleasantly surprised at my feistiness, and suddenly he was all in, grinning big and bringing his big hands up my back, down to my backside, squeezing, then stroking me with his wide palms full flat up to my bikini top. I thought he was about to pull the string and undo the bow, but instead he pulled my body down to his, so that my breasts pressed against his nipples. He slid his hands outward to my ribs and moved me up and down, and I smiled and had fun with it, feeling his nipples rub mine through the swimsuit, stimulating us both until we moaned together.
    I laughed at the fun of seeing him so giddy, and undid the bows of my bikini and let it fall to the sand, revealing my breasts to him then rubbing our nipples together bare. He reached his head up and kissed my lips, and I kissed back, and we took turns sucking each other’s lower lip, playing for a moment before letting our tongues meet and taste each other.
    I pulled his head down and thrust my nipple into his mouth, and he licked and sucked happily, the sensation building, and I switched him to the other one, back and forth until I was so far gone there wasn’t even an island, just my own furnace of a body, and I reached behind me and grabbed his firm crotch, squeezed him through his swimsuit, and he moaned louder and I loved it. He moved his mouth around my chest and kissed the softer flesh of my breasts, and then he spanked me once, just enough to show me he liked it as rough as I did, and then it was his turn to flip me on my back and say to me, in a husky whisper that tickled my ear, “What would you like now?”
    I opened my legs and wrapped them around him, and said, “Just go where I lead you.”
    He kissed my neck and shoulders more, and I ran my hands through his hair and grabbed fistfuls of it and pushed his head down. He kissed my nipples more, and I let the sensation flood my whole chest before I pushed him down further. He ran his tongue over my ribs and