I couldn’t think anymore. I became nothing but the pleasure pulsing from below. I didn’t move or touch him or do anything but let it build, tightening, spiraling into a coil only he could release.
His fingers moved deeply inside and when he sucked on the nub, everything let go at once. The orgasm crashed over me, hot and intense, sparkling and colored. I couldn’t see or think or hear, but only feel, as though nothing existed but the places where he touched me.
I relaxed against the bed, coming down, and the tears flowed harder, hot and fast. He might notice if I drew attention to them, so I resisted the urge to wipe them away.
Instead, I reached up so I could unbutton this infernal shirt and get it away. When I pushed it off his shoulders, my breath caught just looking at him. I simply hadn’t gotten my hands on many men this built before.
I sat up enough that I could press my cheek against his chest. I wanted him close now, skin to skin. I reached for his jeans and unfastened them. He rolled to the side and pushed them off, boxers and all.
I turned in to him. My shirt was still in the way, so I pulled back and whipped it over my head. Now we could lie flush against each other. I felt tears threatening again and groaned inside. Enough, already, I told my grain of sand. It helped, as I managed to keep them in check so I didn’t get his shoulder all wet.
Chance lay on his back, and I began to memorize the lines and planes of his body. I ran my finger across his chest, down to his belly button, and bumped across his abs.
He was crazy erect and I followed the lines, gripping him tightly, base to end. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes.
This made it even easier to admire him, learning each part of him, bit by bit. How much of the baby would be like him, and how much like me?
I worked him, slowly and leisurely, feeling him pulse and throb beneath my fingers. His arm snaked around me, drawing me even closer, then gradually sliding me more on the bed. He shifted, rolling across me, until eventually he was over me and my knees were drawn up on either side of his thighs.
“A novel approach, for us,” he said.
“No sand to get in bad places this time.” I slid my palms up his body, belly to shoulders.
“You want me to get a condom this time?” he asked. “No sand to destroy it?”
I shook my head. “It’s all right.” For a second, I flashed with the women who could have been with him since me, during his travels. Then I just let it go. Such bigger issues to face.
He smoothed my hair back. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I went still. “Really?”
His face was sober. “Really. Seems like nobody compares to a pink-haired girl cavorting naked on the beach.”
I was going to cry again. I held my jaw tight, willing it to go away. Another moment had come to tell him, but I didn’t trust my voice. It didn’t matter, because he dropped his lips to mine in a soft probing kiss. Gradually his body moved over mine, nudging against me, opening me for him.
I sucked in a breath as he entered, pleasure blasting through me. Everything was so intense, so emotional, amplified by all I knew was still to come. He slid down and then back, starting a slow, easy rhythm.
My hands gripped his shoulders. Once again, I just let go, relaxed into the sensation, the joy. I wished I loved this man, that we were skipping ahead a year, when we were happy and knew each other well and had long-term plans. Then telling him something so dramatic would be a source of great wonder.
He buried his face in my neck, his pace increasing. I held on, feeling his energy and need, tense and coiled above me. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles, holding us together. His breathing sped up, hot on my skin. His primal need broke through and he worked harder, faster, lifting away from me and plunging in.
I cried out as pleasure burst in me, a brutal desire for him that expanded to meet his. He moved his hands beneath me and pulled me up to him, controlling the thrusts, rolling them tight at the end, then pulling back, a tight hard movement that sent my body shrieking into another frenzy.
He didn’t slow down and now I was matching him stroke for stroke, our bodies working in tandem, furious and hard. He began to groan and this response to me was the final straw. My body clenched down on his and the rumble of his voice reverberated through my skin as I blasted into another wave of orgasm.
I called out his name, loving the sound of it as it filled the room. He gripped me tight, and I felt the hot spurt flowing inside. I wanted to laugh, imagining the futility of the swimmers discovering their mission had already been accomplished.
I relaxed back on the bed. Chance held himself over me, his mouth soft against my cheek. The sounds of the hotel slowly filtered in. The hum of the lights. A thump from the floor above. The ding of the elevator.
We breathed together in quiet contentment for a while. I knew I had to start talking soon. I couldn’t let this go on.