I don’t waste any time. I reach for the bottle again and this time, pour the oil directly onto Mia’s skin, over her perky tits and lower, where I know she’s growing wet.

With a shuddering exhale, she gazes down her body. Her eyes roll closed when I begin kneading her ample flesh.

“Ben,” she gasps, arching off the bed. Her legs jerk beneath me.

The pressure of my touch increases. My cock lengthens another inch. It’s throbbing now. I fight the commanding urge to stroke it.

Not yet.

The longer I touch Mia’s breasts, the harder I become. I try and distract my mind by forcing my hands to other parts of her.

I rub her shoulders and her biceps. Her wrists and fingers. I move to the side and work my hands down her legs.

She makes quiet, approving noises when I rub her feet. I stay there until I’m mad with lust and my cock is no longer dripping oil, but cum.

I need to take her soon.

After several minutes of focused massage, I’m back to my obsession. I pour more oil over her body and drizzle some onto my hand.

She’s so slick now. Puddles pool in her cleavage and the dip in her throat. Her navel. Her skin glistens exquisitely.

I squeeze her right breast between my hands, manipulating her flesh, rolling her nipple under my fingers before giving the other one equal attention. I press the two luscious mounds together and push them higher. Oil drips down her neck.

Her breathing quickens and she starts to tremble and pant. The seal of her thighs grows tighter.

My discipline evaporates.

I reach down and stroke my shaft, spreading oil over myself and rocking into my fist. My stomach clenches. I let myself moan.

“Ben, please,” Mia begs, reaching with needy fingers, grasping at my thighs and staring at the leisurely pace of my hand. She wets her lips. “Please.”

I shift us both and spread her legs, lifting her hips off the bed and impaling her in one brutal thrust.

“Oh, God!” she yells. Her hands reach out blindly above her head, seeking anchor.

My entire body shudders. A deep, trembling moan vibrates in my chest.

“Mia . . .”

I gather her against me so she’s no longer on her back, but clinging to my body instead, her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers in my hair, tugging as I lower her.

An inch. She gasps, moaning when I lift her and start again.

More, half of my length inside now. Then the rest.

Her head hits my shoulder with a whimper.

We’re both slippery from the oil, but my cock is coated in Mia’s desire. I can feel the difference, her warmth on my shaft as her pussy grips me. The walls of her sex pulsating and growing wetter.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, digging my fingers into her hips and bouncing her steadily in my lap.

She moans into my mouth. Her tongue sweeps inside, flicking against mine and coaxing me to kiss her harder, to take her mouth like I’m taking her body.

Savagely.

I guide her head to deepen the kiss. My pace grows more desperate, the rough slapping of our bodies coming together urgently now as I bring her down at the same time as bucking my hips.

I grunt with each thrust.

“Touch yourself,” I murmur.

Mia trembles as she slides a hand between us and strokes her clit, obeying me without pause. Her fingers brush against my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growl, breaking away from her mouth to look between us, keeping her impaled on the head of my cock.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” I kiss her cheek and her jaw, my lips staying pressed to her skin. My breathing ragged. “Goddamn, Angel.”

She wraps her hand around my base and jerks me off into her pussy.

My spine tingles. “Mia, fuck.”

“I’m close,” she says, her voice shaking and her head rolling to the side.

I keep one arm wrapped around her and bring my other hand between us to rub her swollen clit. The second I touch her she goes off, her cunt squeezing the tip of my cock and bringing on my own orgasm.

“Ben, oh, God,” she pants, twitching in my arms. “Come. Come in me.”

I groan as she milks my cock with her skilled little hand, emptying every drop inside her.

Draining me dry.

When I finish we collapse together on the bed, our bodies still joined and our hands still roaming with that hunger we can’t ever seem to satisfy.

I’m not sure I ever want to.

She bites my neck and squeezes my ass. I kiss and lick her tits.

Mia gasps, kicking her feet out when I scoop her up into my arms and lift her from the bed.

“Bath time?” she asks excitedly, pressing kisses to my cheek as I carry her across the room. “I totally touched your junk,” she whispers.

I throw my head back with a laugh. I kiss her sweet smile, murmuring against her mouth.

“Fuck yeah, you did.”

Mia

CLOSING MY EYES, I DROP my head back against the lip of the tub and stretch out in the water.

My toes curl around the jets built into the side. My hands splay across my stomach, though I think if I were to let my arms go weightless they’d float up to the surface and stay there, bobbing lifelessly.

I feel so light and pliable. My limbs slack. Every muscle in my body loose and wonderfully stretched.

Courtesy of vacation sex with Ben. It’s been a real fuck-fest in this villa.

Tables have been turned over. Pictures now hang crookedly on the walls.

You’d think we were trying to set some sort of world record. We’ve been on each other like our plane is going down.