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

boat reflected in his eyes,
mirroring the ocean water that seemed to be a part of him. She
reached up and ran her hand over the stubble of his unshaven face.
The look was there. The look of internal struggle. Of needing to
say something.
    She pulled him close, kissing him,
trying to relieve him of his struggle. She knew he was exhausted,
but still he responded to her kiss as if it was the very first time
their mouths had met. She slid her hand through his hair as she
kissed him deeper, feeling his rough stubble against her mouth. She
could feel his pulse beginning to quicken, his chest rising as his
breathing increased.
    “Shhh, ” she whispered in his
ear, pushing him down on his back. “My tired boy. You need to
sleep.”
    She slid her hand over his chest and
down over the ripples of his belly. She continued down to his groin
until she cupped his soft balls, warm and supple in her hand. She
loved the delicate, silky texture as she massaging him. She moved
her hand up, tenderly holding him. She could feel him grow in her
hand. She was always amazed at how fast he reacted to her touch.
She squeezed him as he grew firmer, expanding until he felt as
solid as a flexed muscle.
    She knew his body needed sleep, no
matter how much he was responding to her. She knew she needed to
sleep too. Ever since coming here she felt like she didn’t want to
miss anything by wasting time sleeping. She used to think of sleep
as a wonderful escape, but now she didn’t want to escape, she
wanted to experience everything and more.
    Still holding him, she moved on top of
him, straddling him. The feeling of him first entering her was
always intoxicating. She closed her eyes, absorbing the sensation
of him filling her as she slid down on him, taking him all the way
in.
    There was a light breeze, bringing
with it all the lush, fragrant smells of the island. Some birds
squawked in the distance, probably near their nesting place in the
center of the island. Terra breathed it all in, tilting her head
back. Her feet slid off the blankets—she dug them in, the cool sand
sliding between her toes. The feeling of him inside her had created
a kind of imprint on her body, as if it was now the natural state
her body craved and always wanted to return to.
    Eyes still closed, she moved up and
slid back down on him, feeling her body quickly go to that place of
intense, sustained pleasure. She learned forward and very slowly
lifted up, then down again, focused intently on the deep pleasure
of the moment, like nothing else in the world existed. Leaning down
further, she kissed his chin, feeling his warm breath push over her
face.
    “Shhh, ” she said, as she pushed
down on him. She settled on his chest, resting her head in the
crook of his neck. “Sleep, baby,” she whispered into his neck.
“Just sleep.”
    He was still hard inside her, but she
felt his body give way. He breathed out a long, deep breath, giving
over to sleep. She closed her eyes as the night breeze brushed
against her bare back with a hush. Still filled with him, she
breathed him in, feeling a contentment she’d never known, and
drifted off to sleep.
    She woke twice. The first time was
about an hour after they fell asleep. He was asleep, but still
inside her, and still fully erect. She stayed still, coming out of
her sleep slowly, still dreaming. She was momentarily disoriented.
A breeze brushed her back as she heard the sound of the
waves.
    It took her a moment to realize he was
inside her. She didn’t know such a thing was possible. A warm flush
rolled through her body. She slowly sat up, looking down at him. He
was sound asleep. She gently moved forward and back. He stirred,
his head rolling to the side, moaning, but remained asleep. There
was only the light from the moon and the soft glow coming from the
boat lights. Looking at his face, Terra was so consumed with love
for him that she began to weep, her tears falling on his chest. She
lay back down on him, nestling in his neck, and