Page 34 of Love By The Falls

“Oh. Uh, the taxi is picking me up at noon.”

His middle finger swipes across my clit, and I buck my hips. He waits patiently for me to settle back down onto his lap before resuming his ministrations.

“Do you have a long flight home?”

“Mmm?”

“How long is the flight? Are you having a difficult time focusing on our conversation?”

“Caleb, I have no idea what you’re saying, because I can only think about what you’re doing to me.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re driving me crazy, and you know it.”

His chest rumbles along my back and I know he’s laughing even though he contains it well. His fingers stroke harder now, no longer tickling the nub but circling it with vigor.

My head falls back and all I see is blue skies and white clouds. I think I've died and gone to heaven.

Caleb moves faster and relentlessly until I gasp and my body shivers from the tiny spasms racing through me. “That was quick,” he says.

I moan. “You sound pleased with yourself.”

“I am. And with you. You please me very much, Charlotte.”

I snuggle into his arms and bask in the sun and afterglow. “Do you do this a lot?”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t mean this exactly,” I say, although I sort of do now. “I mean, meet random women on vacation, give them the best sex of their lives, and then go back to work the next week?”

His bicep tenses beneath my cheek, but I don’t look up. Instead, my heart races and I’m not sure if it’s from the remnants of my orgasm or the anticipation of his response.

“I’ve met women on vacation before.”

“Mmm.” I wanted him to answer honestly, but a part of me wanted this to be a unique experience for him, too.

“What about you? Do you meet random people and hook up with them often?”

“This is my first vacation, and I’m from a small town, so I don’t meet random people often.”

“I see,” he says, and shifts his body underneath me.

I’ve made him uncomfortable. The conversation sounds needy even to my ears. I guess I was looking for validation that this was as special to him as it is to me, but that isn’t fair.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“I know what this is. We were honest with each other from the beginning. I guess, well, I guess I’ll miss… miss all of this when it’s gone.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

His body relaxes, and he strokes my hair. I close my eyes, relishing every tingle from his touch.

We remain in each other’s arms as the boat pulls up next to the dock. “I guess it’s time for me to go pack.”

“I have a special dinner planned for us. I’ll pick you up at your room at seven. Does that work?”

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