The Cancun Trilogy, An Erotic Beach Romance by Lena Malick Page A

lights. Sometimes they’d dive, and
sometimes they’d go straight to the hull of the boat, eager to get
at each other. Usually they’d start with hurried, fevered sex, as
if the long wait since the night before had caused their bodies to
starve. They’d go at each other with a hunger that grew stronger
the more it was fed. Afterward, they’d lie together on their backs,
or look out the boat window at the brightly lit water and swarms of
colorful fish.
    After resting, they’d have sex again.
Every night, they’d try something different. Their total comfort
and openness with each other brought out their adventurous side.
Feeling free and more emboldened each night, Terra was shameless in
her quest to learn everything possible about how to please him. She
felt Nik had an unfair advantage in that he seemed to have an
inexhaustible sexual knowledge. She was determined to even the
score.
    He proved both an expert teacher and a
willing subject. As the weeks passed, they explored deeper and
deeper pleasures, beyond what Terra knew was possible. She felt
enormously empowered as she learned to do to him what he’d many
times done to her—bring him just to the brink of orgasm, then not
let him come. At these times, she felt drunk on the power she had
over him as she kept him on the edge, in complete control of him as
he would writhe and beg her to finish him off. In his delirious
state, she’d tease him relentlessly, describing in detail what she
was going to do to make him come. She learned how to stretch his
pleasure further and further, and the more she could excite him,
the more excited it made her. In the end, they were always
exhausted and fully satiated.
    In the middle of the night, after
their bodies were too tired to go further, they’d sleep on the
beach on thick blankets, under the warm duvet.
    One night, they got to the island
late. They were both extra tried from a long day of work in the hot
sun. Instead of going into the hull of the boat, Nik suggested they
lie on the beach and look at the stars. They lay on their backs,
naked, looking up at the vast night sky. They talked for hours. Nik
told her about what life was like in Greece. He told her how he
first developed his love for the ocean by taking a small sailboat
out by himself to fish when he was only eleven years old, one time
staying out for three days and nights. Terra talked about college,
and why she wanted to be a pediatrician.
    They talked until they were nearly
delirious with the need for sleep. Terra had been amazed at how
little sleep she was getting, and how little it seemed to affect
her. There were nights they only slept a couple hours, but she’d be
ready to work the next day, full of energy, as if being with Nik
gave her super powers. Now the need for sleep was catching up with
her.
    “I’m so happy here,” she said, forcing
her eyes to stay open. She’d been careful not to allude to the
future—not to make assumptions or expect that his future plans
included her.
    Her words hung in the air. She
couldn’t see his face. “Everybody is, it seems,” she continued,
trying to cover. “Red, Carmine, Soren. Allan told me about his life
in Boston, how much he hated it. He’s like a new man, he says. All
of them. Everybody seems so… content. Happy to be here, I
mean.”
    “Work and love,” Nik said.
    “What?”
    Nik propped up on an elbow. “It’s what
Freud finally concluded. Sigmund Freud. After all his years of
analysis, studying people. He was trying to come up with what give
a person’s life its value. That’s what he came up with. Work and
love.”
    His eyes drifted down her body. He
traced his fingers from her lips to her thighs, then up her belly
and over her breasts. “I think that’s what make people happy. To
have work you do that you believe in, something that contributes
something to the world. And to do it with someone you…” He
paused.
    That look came over him. She hadn’t
seen it in awhile. The light from the