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should be getting ready too?” Emma felt
herself blush, suddenly self-conscious, but she could not take her
eyes from his body.
    Emma’s eyes tracked his every move as he
pulled down his shorts and boxers in one smooth action. He stepped
out of them and stood before her. She looked at the hard lines of
his body, the ridges of his stomach, lower, past his tidy pubic
zone, to one impressive piece of equipment. He said something, but
she was not paying attention, riveted as she was. He sprung forward
and grabbed her before she could resist, crushing her to him, and
brought his lips to hers once again. Emma was putty in his hands,
and put up no resistance when he undressed her. Standing naked
before him, she had to bear his scrutiny, as his gaze swept over
her body, causing her to flush red. Stepping forward, James told
her to forget the swim.
    He picked her up and carried her back to the
blanket, laying her down and kneeling beside her. He seemed to
drink her in, his eyes lingering at her breasts before moving
lower. Emma knew she was attractive, and tried to take care of
herself, but this man made her feel like a goddess. He reached out,
almost reverently, to touch her face, the back of his fingers
gently stroking her cheek. He whispered so quietly that she almost
did not hear. “You are so beautiful.” That was all he said before
his fingers started to trace lower, down along the side of her
neck, up over her shoulder, across her chest, sending a jolt of
electricity through her as he circled her hardening nipple.
    Her breathing quickened, along with her heart
rate. She let out a small moan of pleasure, as he leant down and,
using his tongue, stimulated her nipple even more. He took her
breast in his mouth, as his hand continued its journey lower. Her
stomach fluttered under his touch, as he continued teasing her
nipples with his lips and tongue. His fingers had reached her pubic
mound, which longed for his touch, the memory of the Jacuzzi still
strong in her mind. She wondered how intense it would feel without
the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, so impatient was she for that
touch, she found herself arching her back and raising her hips to
meet his fingers.
    The moment his fingers touched her sex, Emma
thought she was going to climax. James began to work her sex, as
she writhed against his fingers, this time she did not need to hold
back, this time she let James know the effect he was having on her.
Emma let him know with every gasp of pleasure and movement of her
body, she knew his fingers would be glistening with her moist sex
as he stimulated her clitoris harder and harder. There was no
holding back the tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her whole
body, her cries echoed out as she called his name. Just when she
thought it was over, and the ripples had started to subside, he
kissed his way down her body, her stomach again fluttering under
his feather light touches.
    Emma knew what was coming, her fingers
wrapped in his hair as she guided him lower. James breathed in the
aroma of her sex as he kissed her pubic mound, letting her guide
him lower until his tongue finally made contact. The moment he
tasted her, Emma felt a shift in his urgency; he located her
clitoris, and she felt the onrushing of a second orgasm close on
the heels of the first. This was incredible; she was lying on a
beach, with waves breaking gently on the shore, the sun was shining
brilliantly, and this gorgeous man was about to make her orgasm for
the third time in a day. His tongue was working such magic that she
was not going to be able to hold off much longer. Emma was just
about to surrender and give in, when he stopped, and she could have
cried in frustration.
    James knelt between her legs, then pulled her
upright and lifted her onto his lap. As Emma straddled him, she
could feel his hardness pushing at her sex: slowly she lowered
herself onto him. He held her close, leaning into kiss her, raising
his hips to move further inside her. Emma