Page 474 of His Virgin Romance Series

Seth turned to me. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know; I guess I just assume that people who work that much are naturally lonely. Why else would they give their lives over to work?”

He looked at me thoughtfully. “I had never considered that before,” he said softly. “And now that you mention it, he never really dated after Mom and he divorced. Maybe that was the reason he was so ambitious. Maybe it wasn’t just ambition. Maybe it was self-preservation.”

Seth turned to me and sighed. “We only started seeing eye to eye when we knew we had run out of time,” he shared. “I never got around to asking all the questions that I was curious about.”

“Like?”

“Like… Did his career really satisfy him that much?” Seth said. “Did ambition really fulfill his life? Was that the reason that he and Mom split up or did it come after? He got sick so fast, and afterward it was all about his illness. It didn’t feel right to bring up stuff that was ancient history.”

I leaned over and hugged Seth. After a moment, I felt his lips on my head. I turned my face up to his, and we kissed slowly until it turned into a more passionate embrace. When we pulled apart, I could see the hot flame of desire reflected in his eyes.

“I like talking to you,” he whispered to me. “It’s easy—it feels natural. I’ve never had that before.”

“You’ve never been able to talk to any of your ex-girlfriends?”

“No, they were so…removed from my life,” Seth admitted. “I just couldn’t open myself up to them.”

“But you can with me?”

“You’re different,” he said.

I smiled as he pulled me onto his lap, and his hands pushed up my skirt and started caressing my thighs. I could see his hard-on pressing up against the crotch of his pants, and I slipped my hands down and unzipped him. I lifted myself off his lap so that he could slip off my panties. Then we fucked on the sofa, christening Seth’s new house.

After we were done, we embraced one another and lay on the couch, as he played with my hair. “This is nice,” he said, almost as an afterthought.

“This is all new to me,” I confessed. “I’ve never had a relationship like this one before.”

He looked at me questioningly.

“I mean, a relationship that is based on friendship and passion and love and sex. I underestimated how important sex can be in a relationship.”

He smiled. “That makes one of us.”

I smirked at him and got off the sofa.

“Hey,” he called. “Where are you going?”

“I want to go down to the beach.”

“That’s a great idea,” he nodded with a twinkle in his eye.

“Except I don’t have a swimsuit,” I pointed out.

“This is a private island,” he reminded me. “You don’t need one.”

He stripped down completely and stood before me—naked as the day he was born. I looked him up and down, feeling a little tingle between my legs.

“Your turn,” he said challengingly.

I started to strip. When I was naked, Seth reached out and cupped my breasts in his hand. Then he took my hand and led me out of the house and towards the ocean. I felt like the modern-day Adam and Eve as we waded into the cool water together.

Once lapping waves surrounded us, I felt a brilliant and inexplicable sense of freedom. It was just Seth and me, completely naked, surrounded by the ocean under a clear blue sky. It was perfect.

I felt my desire for him expand once more. This time, I pulled him to me and started to kiss him with purpose. Having sex in the ocean was an altogether different experience. It was harder, clumsier, and unpredictable, but it was also carnal and natural and extremely exciting.

Seth fucked me hard as the water pushed us from side to side, and when I came, I threw back my head and screamed without inhibition, without reservation, and without any sense of self-consciousness.

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