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Mine. He hissed as she she palmed him, the sensitive flesh of his cock eager to sink into her wet folds. He let her take her time undressing him, as he took his time undressing and exploring every curve of her body. He moved his lips and tongue south, trailing kisses. Glad that she had wiggled out of her dress more, Clyde unhooked her bra, tossing it to the sand. He licked at her nipple, sucking on it with rough abandon, gently biting it with his teeth. His hand tended to her right breast, rolling the nipple in between his fingers and pinching it. Clyde’s hands then fell to her hips, fingertips playing until they separated the material of the dress from her underwear. Bending down, he took her panties with him, sliding them down her legs. His buried his mouth in her sex, tongue searching for the hard nub of her clit, that little bud of nerve endings.

He was elated when she finally chose a spot for the two of them. He couldn’t get to her quickly enough once she gave him that sultry look. He paused only long enough to let her finish speaking. ‘You can pick both. Can I suggest we table this conversation for later? I’d really like to get to pleasing you now.’ Clyde’s hands found the hem of her dress and he pushed it up, letting it bunch around her waist. His mouth went to her neck as he gently squeezed her breasts, his thumb rubbing against where her nipples would be. He pressed her up against the rock, using one of his hands to pull her thigh up around him. ‘God, your body drive me crazy.’

‘Umm . . . sure?’ He’d never paid much attention to all the different colours before - to him, they sort of came in three different variations: light, regular, and dark. He nodded as they made their way further away from the party; the night offered them plenty of options, but he decided to let her pick the spot she wanted; while his hand rested on her back, the spot just above the curve of her ass, she was the one in the lead at the moment. ‘We’ll have to see that together some time and you can point it out to me.’ Clyde hadn’t really paid attention to a lot of sunsets, so didn’t really have the colour fresh in his mind. ‘Spiced rum is good; I’m partial to whisky myself. Um, favourite movie genre?’

‘Oh, I wasn’t complaining.’ Indeed, quite the opposite; he wanted her to tell him what she liked, what she was hesitant about exploring, any hard limits he should avoid. Hopefully, they’d find themselves compatible in some regard. And then, holy hell, Christmas came early - his ears perked up and his cock stirred within his trousers as she listed off her desires. ‘Just be you,’ he said, answering her, brain not quite working at full capacity just yet. Once he finally got himself under control, there was no way he could list off what he wanted to do to her - if he did, he wouldn’t be able to walk much less squirrel the two of them away somewhere. ‘Favourite colour? I don’t know - I like blue, like a dark blue.’ Clyde put his hand on the small of her back, both to offer his support if she needed steadying, and just to touch her. ‘What about yours?’

'Mmm - you’re quite brazen, aren’t you?’ He did admire a woman who knew what she want when it came to sex - honest conversations that would allow them to reach a consensus on what was and wasn’t allowed. He shook his head, ashamed of his societal equals - how the hell they could deny this voluptuous, sensual woman every touch that curvy body craved? ‘Kind of makes me wonder, though, what kinds of things do you want a master or mistress to do to you?’ Well, she had certainly hit the nail on the head with that remark. He came from nothing but wealth and privilege. The beach, huh? ‘I don’t know - there’s a lot to choose from - the drinks, the weather . . . you’re not so bad. Exactly how well do we need to know each other before going someplace quiet?’

'Funnily enough, I do my best dancing when I have a partner, as well. Though usually, there’s a bed involved, maybe a few toys, depending on what the lady wants.’ If she wanted to test him out, then he wouldn’t mind terribly, as long as there was some reciprocity. He was about to give her his assent so she could pull him off to the group of dancers when she stepped up, bold as brass and touched her fingers to his chest, lightly drumming a rhythm there. Her words, her body language - his throat went dry with every passing second watching her, listening to her offer. The thought of watching her dance to the music was an appealing one, most definitely, but the very idea of another man touching what he wanted, pawing and groping her, had his inner primal animal furious. He followed, obediently - of course he followed, look at her! ‘Maybe I should just stand in one spot and let you work your magic? Less chance of me accidentally injuring you.’

He’d only been out for a walk, exploring the island, getting a feel for being outside, one with the nature. But that was the excuse he told himself to seem deep and important; really, he was just passing time until he was hungry enough to get a snack at the Hub. Clyde stopped in a copse of palms, leaning against one of the trunks as he took in the beautiful sight of a woman swimming in the ocean. Her senses were quite keen, though, as she called to him before it had even been a minute. Was he that obvious? ‘Maybe I will.’ Clyde walked closer, not getting too far just yet. ‘But then again, why should I join, when I have a pretty damn good vantage point right here?’

‘I said “once your mind clears up”, not while you’re still hungover.’ Clyde chuckled as he took a gulp of his whisky sour. He looked at Maria as the drink slid down slowly, swallowing when she finished speaking. ‘I don’t think you need help from a hangover getting a man to work harder pleasing you. A simple order would do nicely enough; if he says no, he’s not worth any more of your time.’ He smiled as she twisted his question back to him. He probably shouldn’t have asked such a personal question - wasn’t everyone on this island here to not think about their real lives? ‘My grandfather’s name, actually. So, what is it you want to talk about?’ 

'As much as I would enjoy having my hands rubbing against single curve of yours, I’m afraid I have two left feet. However, if you don’t mind, perhaps I could just watch you go, assuming you’re heading back in for another round of dancing?’ The scores of lessons that had been foisted upon him had ended with no progress being made whatsoever, and Clyde was left to sit in the bleachers come club time. The only dancing he excelled at was the horizontal kind - get him in bed with a beautiful woman and he could put Fred Astaire to shame. He took a gulp from his glass, the whisky sour leaving quite the pleasant aftertaste. Thank God he’d started early - he’d been drinking over a decade now and he hadn’t come across a drink that he didn’t take a shine to. ‘If the temperature drops any lower, we’ll all be huddled around the bonfire - well, those of us who haven’t already found company and taken them back to our cabins.’

‘That’s why you always drink with company; then, there is a most definite reason to stay in bed. Plus, if you were too drunk to remember hooking up with them in the first place, a little refresher course once your mind clears up can let you know if they were worth it.’ The fact that this beautiful woman, and all her confidence and drive, was an asset - a willing plaything for the clientele. Marie - well, that seemed about right. Most of the Latinas he’d slept with had had Maria or Marie somewhere in their name or their sister’s or mother’s. ‘Clyde. I have to ask though; did you grow up Catholic or is it a family name?’

‘Nobody likes being hungover, but at least it’s a valid excuse for wanting to stay in bed all day.’ A woman with a hell of a lot of confidence, that was nice; and honest, to boot. Smooth skin hugged so closely by that overprotective dress - and all Clyde could think about was getting her out of it and onto his own bed back at his cabin. Fucking hell; Clyde swallowed, not guilty that he’d been caught looking, but his throat seemed d r y all of sudden with the woman’s words, allowing him to enjoy her. ‘I take it you’re an asset, then? Well, if I’m going to admire such a voluptuous beauty all night, might I know your name?’

‘I admire your foresight in staying hydrated, but isn’t the point of this island the fact that there’s no reason to not be hungover in the morning?’ There were no work obligations, no reason to get up at the ass-crack of dawn, no responsibilities whatsoever - nothing but r & r - a break from the cesspit of life. Clyde took a chance with the woman, the island being what it was, and traced the soft skin of her cheek with his finger. ‘You must know by now, though, that you are absolutely breathtaking.’ His eyes glanced below her neckline of their own accord, taking in her full figure; he dragged them back up out of the modicum of politeness he had left inside of him.

Clyde headed down to the beach, eager to get to the party - drinks, sex, and skinny-dipping, but not particularly in that order. Well, maybe the drinks part - the bar was the first thing he saw, as it was lit up with the glow of the tiki torches. He ordered a whisky sour, downed it, and then ordered another, double - something to hold on to while he mingled with the women to whom he took a fancy. His eyes zeroed in on the nearest curvaceous shape and he headed over to her. ‘Good evening.’ His voice was a bit louder than he would have liked it to be; then again, so was the god-awful music the island was blaring. The way some of the other women were dancing to it, though, he supposed he could get to used it. ‘Any particular reason you’re not on the dance floor?’

i may have a thing for people with dark pasts falling for rays of sunshine.