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  “I love you, husband.”

  His expression softened as he leaned down to whisper, “And I love you, wife.” Then he kissed her, slowly, thoroughly.

  When they broke the kiss, she said, “Now release my legs. They’re numb.” Violet laughed.

  “Right away.” As Max smiled, he moved to untie her ankles and playfully shake out her legs. Then he crawled back into bed, tucking his body close to hers, and wrapping the covers around them, kissed her ear and whispered, “Sleep, beautiful.”

  Violet barely managed to moan her consent as they fell asleep.

  ****

  They awoke on their fourth morning in paradise, exhilarated and famished.

  “My stomach is actually growling.” Violet laughed. “I hardly ever wake up feeling hungry.”

  “You’ve hardly ever had this much physical exertion in such short a time,” Max teased, slapping her ass playfully. “Come on, sunshine, let’s eat and go out. I’m ready for those warm, sandy beaches.”

  Violet rolled over in the bed, watching Max’s sleek body as he made his way to the bathroom. God, he’s still so sexy, she thought. How’d I get so lucky?

  She threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed, catching her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She stopped to look at herself, turning one way then the other. She ran her hands down her sides, over the slight swell of her hips then back up to her breasts. Yes, childbirth had given her a few stretch marks, but thankfully that was all. She had kept herself in shape by maintaining a healthy and active lifestyle. She didn’t look half bad. She cupped her own breasts, feeling the weight of her B cups, wishing they were a wee bit perkier, and though he’d said they were perfect, she wondered if Max wished they were bigger.

  Max startled her as he came out of the bathroom. She quickly dropped her hands to her sides and blushed. As she tried to make her way to the shower, Max halted her by wrapping his arm around her waist. He pulled her back in front of the mirror, one arm still around her middle, the other across her chest. He bent his head to kiss the top of her shoulder.

  “Admiring yourself?” he teased, nibbling his way up her neck.

  “No. Not really,” she fudged.

  “It’s perfectly fine to look at yourself. You’re a beautiful woman.”

  “Thank you,” she replied softly.

  “Look up.”

  Violet’s gaze went to the reflection in front of her. Completely naked, she was wrapped in the embrace of the man she loved. She looked into Max’s eyes, seeing his love and admiration. Passion and desire flared. His hand moved from her belly to the apex of her thighs. She tried to halt his movements by covering his hand with hers. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want him again. But standing in front of the mirror, watching themselves?

  “Drop your hand.”

  She hesitated at first then did as she was told. This trip was meant for moments like this after all. His upper hand began to massage her breast while his lower hand dipped between her legs. Her head sank back against his chest as she closed her eyes and sighed.

  “Open your eyes,” he softly demanded. When she hesitated too long, he pinched her nipple. She gasped and her eyes flew open.

  “That’s right, keep them open. Watch what I do to you.”

  Max was dressed only in his swimming trunks. She felt his erection growing, pressing into her lower back. She reached around grabbing his backside, pulling him closer to her. His chest hairs tickled her back, and she loved the sensation.

  She watched as he continued to fondle her breast while his other hand parted her thighs, making her widen her stance. He rubbed her clit, eliciting a moan from her. He licked her ear, sucked on her neck.

  “You’re already so wet.”

  “Yes.”

  Her legs weakened as she trembled deep in her core. With each flick of his finger, a spark shot through her. She was close to coming, and she was watching it happen.

  “Look how sexy you are. You’re going to come apart in my arms.”

  “Oh, Max,” she moaned. He rubbed her hard. She bucked in his arms, grinding against him. She watched her skin become flush and slick—watched as his eyes never left hers in the reflection. Her hands dug into his ass as he sent her over the peak.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Max said through clenched teeth, watching her twist and turn as she danced in his arms.

  Violet fumbled with the tie on Max’s shorts, wanting them off him. She had to have him inside her. Once she got it undone, she tried yanking them down his body, all while still undulating in his arms. He removed his hand from her chest so that he could lower his shorts. Once he kicked them off, Max guided her toward the dresser.

  “Keep your hands here,” he ordered as he placed her hands on the edge of the dresser, bending her at the waist.

  She dropped her head, sighing, eagerly anticipating what was next. Her fingers tightened, her nails scratching the wood.

  “Lift your head.”

  Violet’s head popped up, her green eyes connecting with the gray of Max’s.

  “Watch while I fuck you.”

  And he plunged. Violet wasn’t ready for his thrust as her arms nearly buckled under her. But she quickly regained her balance, steadying herself, bracing for his next move.

  He held her hip with one hand while he lovingly tortured her clit with the other, bringing the tension back up. Barely able to believe she was about to climax again, she welcomed every sensation as Max banged against her backside again and again. The force was delicious as she met him thrust for thrust.

  Then, in a fevered pitch, they both shouted their pleasure with their release.

  Max leaned over her to kiss her back before straightening, bringing Violet with him. “You are amazing.”

  “You always make me feel that way.”

  Once their bodies returned to normal, Max pulled out of her, but they continued to look at one another in the mirror, grinning like crazy. Then he nipped her shoulder and slapped her rear, pushing her toward the bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll order room service.”

  “Don’t you want another shower?”

  “Nah, I’m gonna go for a swim. Let the ocean wash me off.” He winked, bent to grab his shorts, and slipped them back on.

  She made her way to the bathroom for a hasty shower. Just enough to wash off the sex sweat and tame her unruly bed head. She didn’t bother to blow dry her hair, knowing it’d just get wet again. She dried herself off with the towel and pranced back out to the bedroom feeling wonderful.

  She pulled a bikini from the dresser, along with her sarong, and after dressing, joined Max on the balcony. He turned her way after lowering his drink, and she loved the smile that transformed his face.

  “Hey, sexy. Mind if I have a sip?” She gave him a smile in return.

  Max handed her the can of soda. After just the sip, she gave it back and turned to the beach. The water was less than a hundred yards from their room.

  “It’s so gorgeous. Can’t wait to soak up the sun.”

  “And as cute as that bikini is,” Max’s eyes raked over her, “I can’t wait to see the sun glaze your naked body.”

  Violet looked down at her suit. “This is one of my new ones. Can’t I at least parade around in it for a while?” she playfully pouted.

  “A very little while,” he teased, kissing her. He turned when he heard a knock on the door. “Bet that’s breakfast. I’ll bring it out here.”

  Turning back toward the ocean, she tasted the salty air as she inhaled, enjoying the freshness the morning brought. She also enjoyed the giddiness and excitement she felt, hoping this shine, this rejuvenation they’d been experiencing, would only continue to build in momentum. Their sex life had become incredibly amazing, going beyond their usual boundaries as they discovered a higher-level of intimacy.

  When Max rolled the breakfast cart onto the balcony, she glanced at him and smiled. Every time their eyes met, he had the ability to make her heart flutter as a newlywed caught up in the wonder of young lo
ve.

  As they sat eating their fill, Max suggested exploring the surroundings, considering they’d kept to themselves during their stay so far. Violet agreed a walk around the resort would be pleasant, followed by plenty of lazy lounging in the sun.

  Once they finished with their meal, they ventured out to make the most of the day.

  ****

  The sight of his gorgeous wife intoxicated him. Max marveled at her timeless beauty and her recent transformation. He loved their life—both in and out of the bedroom. She had opened up to him and been willing to try new things, and now their sex was hotter than ever. Their entire perspective on life improved.

  Take now for instance. Nude sunbathing. Well, he wasn’t completely nude, having covered his lap with a towel so as not to burn his package. But seeing Violet’s shapely backside browning in the sun—someplace other than their own back yard—was beautiful. He was so proud of her, setting aside her reservations, evolving.

  His gaze ran up and down her body, taking in her trim form. She was petite and appeared fragile. But she was so much more. She was strong-willed and stubborn. She was honest, loving, and caring. And she was his.

  They had been out on the beach for a few hours after exploring the resort, and even with sunscreen, he worried that Violet might be close to burning. Thankfully, there were awnings set up so that they could move to the shade and still enjoy the warm day and cool breezes.

  Max reached over to caress her arm. “Hey, beautiful, let’s move to the shade. Can’t have you burning that tender flesh of yours.”

  “Okay,” she said drowsily. “I am feeling a bit toasty.”

  They pulled their loungers under a canopy. Just as Violet grabbed her sarong to cover up, Max stopped her. “Lie on your stomach. Let me put some lotion on you to soothe your skin.”

  Smiling, she stretched out, pillowing her head on her hands. “That’d be nice.”

  Max sat at her side and squirted lotion across her back, spreading it up to her shoulders, down across her rear, and over her legs. He gently worked the lubricant over her soft skin, tracing every curve, dip, and swell. He loved her tiny body and her responses to his touch as she sighed a bit here, squirmed a little there when he hit her ticklish spots.

  “I love that coconut smell,” Violet said.

  “Me too. It’s turning me on,” Max groaned as he rubbed across her shapely ass, cupping each cheek. He worked more lotion on her back but quickly returned to her rear. He dipped his fingers into her crease causing her to jump.

  “Max,” Violet began to weakly protest while trying to lift off the chair.

  He leaned in to whisper, “Relax.” He massaged her lower back with one hand while teasing her crease with the other. When she lifted slightly higher, responding to his touch, he slid his hand between her folds, feeling her moist heat. “See, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He bent down, nipping her skin with his teeth while he rubbed her clit.

  Max loved arousing her and loved watching her come apart in his arms. But before he could bring her to that peak, she suddenly turned, causing him to break contact with her. She stood and spoke, pleasantly surprising and arousing him as well.

  “Lie down.”

  He did as instructed, grinning like an idiot. Her eyes never left his as she mounted him, rubbing her slick sex across his erection.

  “You like how wet I am for you?”

  “Oh yeah.” He reached up to palm her breasts, pinching her nipples. He let her set the pace, grinding on him, coating him with her juices. Her skin was warm from the sun, slick from the lotion. Max ran his hands everywhere he could reach, enjoying the feel of her muscles working in her lower back as she moved above him.

  Her eyes sparkled with the new confidence he saw in them. He especially loved that she felt brazen enough to have sex on the beach in the middle of the day. Her hand circled his dick, guiding it to her entrance as she lifted, ready to take him inside. As she lowered herself, encasing him, he took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.

  “You feel so damn good,” he said.

  Violet lowered herself to rub her breasts across his chest. Her lips locked with his in a kiss she commanded, demanding he open for her as she caught his lower lip between her teeth. She swiped her tongue into his mouth as she continued to flex her hips in short pumps. Pulling her mouth from his, she rose, looking glorious to Max. Using their locked hands for leverage, she increased her pace, raising her hips and slamming back down on him.

  “Yes, ride it, baby. Ride me hard.”

  He’d never tire of hearing their flesh slamming together as she set a furious pace. He watched her breasts bounce, wanting to rise and take each peak in his mouth. But he laid prone, letting Violet work her magic over his cock.

  Max experienced a mix of sensations as their bodies heated and sweat formed. Pure fucking euphoria.

  She tightened around him, and he knew she was nearing her release. Panting, the pressure rising inside him, he was close too. Then like a firecracker, ready to explode, Violet’s pussy seized. Her internal muscles squeezed his cock as she cried out, her climax taking over. Then he followed with his own explosion, filling her with his cum. He released her hands, dragging her on top of him, hugging her to his chest as he pumped into her. She shuddered and quaked, sending more thrills through him.

  They stay locked together in each other’s arm, breathing hard as the breeze blew across their skin, cooling their heated bodies.

  “Have I told you how amazing you are?” Max whispered in her ear. He feathered his hands across her back, up and down her spine, causing her to squirm.

  She giggled. “And you are insatiable.”

  “Oh, I am? You’re turning into a little nympho,” he teased, squeezing her ass cheeks.

  “I can’t help it. You just do something for me,” she teased right back.

  “Good to know.” He quickly kissed her. “Let’s get wet.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh.

  Violet climbed off Max, stretching her arms high above her head as he sat up on the lounger. He wrapped his arms around her middle, bringing her close so he could kiss her stomach. "Mmm, so hot.”

  She ran her hands across his head, bending to kiss the top of it. He looked up, meeting her dreamy eyes. “I’m one lucky man.” He stood, hoisting her in his arms as they stayed around her middle. The sound of her laughter spread warmth through him as he walked with her into the water, bathing them in the refreshing coolness.

  He released her so she slid down his body, reigniting his desire. Kissing her softly at first, teasing her lips with his tongue, it didn’t take long for him to deepen the kiss. She met his passion as their tongues tangled, and she moaned into his mouth.

  He broke away, nipping at her throat. “God, Violet, I can’t get enough of you.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” She drew her body back, allowing him access to her breasts.

  Her nails dug into his ass. He lavished one breast then the other, pulling her nipples until he was sure she was ready to scream. Feeling his erection taking form, he was ready to drive into her again.

  “I’m ready to fuck you again. Did you secretly slip an aphrodisiac into my drink?”

  She chuckled. “No, but nice to know I have that effect on you.”

  “Oh, you do.” He whirled them around in the water before nudging her toward the shore. Violet stiffened against him as he turned her, and she nestled closer to him. He looked down at her face, noticing her blush.

  “We have an audience,” she whispered as she nodded her head toward the beach.

  Max saw a couple walking near their area. They were completely naked as well. A quick glance had Max thinking they looked about the same age as him and Violet. Fit, confident, and leisurely strolling hand in hand, they hadn’t looked their way. Yet.

  He looked down at his wife and grinned. “We can just stay here a few minutes longer and see if they pass. We knew we’d run into this sooner or later.” During their earlier walk, they h
ad encountered a handful of people, but all had been similarly clothed as Max and Violet had been, in bathing suits. And while Max had no objection to viewing or being viewed in the buff, Violet’s reservations were evident as she squirmed.

  “I guess I was hoping for later.”

  He framed her face in his hands, making her look at him. “Violet, you’re a gorgeous woman. Don’t be embarrassed. There’s no need. No one judges here. We came here to loosen up.” He gave her a kiss. “So let’s loosen up.” He took her hand and led them further out into the waist-deep water. He turned to float on his back, smiling as she followed his lead.

  They stayed for a while before submerging themselves in the water to cool off. Max looked up to check on the other couple, noticing they settled on the sand by the water’s edge.

  “Well, unless we want to burn and prune at the same time, I think we better head to the beach.” He looked to his wife, gauging her reaction, and saw her continued hesitation. “Let’s go strut your stuff,” he teased, hoping to ease her nervousness. “Remember, they’re naked too. Just keep looking at their eyes.”

  She laughed, smacking his ass. “You’re a big help.”

  He took her hand and walked them out of the water. They approached the couple who took each other’s hands as well, huddling closely together. The woman was beautifully tanned with raven hair curled in a messy knot. The man had dark hair as well, curling past his ears and onto his neck. He stood only a few inches above the woman.

  They greeted Max and Violet with a hello.

  “Hello,” Max returned. Violet only nodded her head.

  “I’d say we’re sorry to intrude,” the woman started, “but we were beginning to wonder if we’d ever see anyone else around, and I was in desperate need of company.” She chuckled.

  “I’ve been a bit selfish,” the man added, kissing the woman’s temple. “Keeping her to myself most of the time for nearly a week. She said she’d go crazy if she didn’t get out for a bit.”

  “We’re the Hardys,” the wife explained. “I’m Tara, and this is my husband, Dan.”

  “I’m Max, Max Stephenson, and this is my wife, Violet.”