My favorite place...
Cassie was reclined on the cushioned chaise, a colorful umbrella drink on the table to her right. The sun was bright, but the ocean breeze kept it from feeling too hot. She’d been soaking up the sun for a quarter hour or so, and after taking a sip from her drink, she rolled to her stomach to make sure she didn’t get browned unevenly. This holiday was exactly what she needed.
Maddy was nearly two now, and Cassie adored her daughter. A toddler was proving to be quite a handful though, and when Stephen told her he’d arranged for them to have a little getaway, she’d been delighted. Her parents were more than happy to spend the week with Maddy, so here they were in Cabo San Lucas, relaxing and enjoying each other’s company in ways that had been less frequent since the birth of their daughter.
Currently, Stephen was taking a dip in the ocean. Later… Well, later they’d take a dip in each other. Again. There was no schedule to be kept, so whenever the urge struck, they felt no guilt in indulging it.
Emerging from the ocean, Stephen shook the excess water from his hair. He looked a bit like a dog, but he didn’t give a shit -- the only person who was there to see him was his wife, and she’d seen him do much stupider-looking things over the course of their relationship.
Since Christmas, he had been counting the days until their little Cabo getaway. It wasn’t that he didn’t love spending time at home with his daughter -- because he did. As a young single, he’d always had a very active social life. Grounding himself, for lack of a better term, had taken some getting used to. His princess was worth it, of course, but he did miss being able to take off on a random Tuesday and go wherever he wanted.
Crossing from the beach to their private pool, he stopped next to Cassie and wrung the last of the water from his swim trousers onto her bare back.
The cold water shocked Cassie and she jumped straight up from her comfortable lounge with a shriek. It was easy enough to discover the source when she saw her husband standing there with a very smug look on his face. Bastard. “You’re going to pay for that,” she announced before hurling herself at him and dragging him into the sand. That the sand was now covering her as well was little concern as she grappled with him, straddling Stephen’s waist and pinning his arms to the ground.
Cassie's grip wasn't that strong, and it would have been easy for Stephen to overpower her and roll them so that he was above her. Instead, he let her claim her momentary victory, enjoying the way her breasts strained at the small bikini top covering them. "Will you take it out in flesh or coin?" he asked teasingly.
Rocking her hips against him, Cassie’s smile was wicked. “Flesh, of course. I think after such a mean trick, you need to make it up to me. There are much more pleasant ways to make me scream, you know.”
"Are there?" Stephen's blue eyes glimmered up at her, and he didn't resist the urge this time to roll them so she was pinned beneath him. This time, his hands were the ones capturing her delicate wrists, holding them against the warm sand.
Cassie wriggled beneath him, testing the grip he had on her. She and Stephen had played this game many times over the years. He always won in strength, but they both won in the end. “You know there are. I’ve been led to believe you even enjoy them more than this. Or was that some other man buried to the hilt inside me and whispering my name?”
"If there was, I'd have no choice but to kill him, and you'd be a single mum while I wasted away in Azkaban."
“Must’ve been you, then,” she teased. Of course it was. She hadn’t wanted another man since she met Stephen. He was it for her, no matter how hard she’d fought against it early on. Her better sense had eventually come through, and they’d been together for several years. She couldn’t imagine a better life.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that her husband was dead sexy and an amazing lover to boot.
“So, where do I get my payment? Here on the beach, or should we adjourn inside?”
Stephen smirked down at his wife. Her libido hadn't slowed one second since they'd first started sleeping together. Of course, neither had his -- and who could blame him? His wife was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.
"I think there's a comfortable bed calling our name, one with less of a chance of getting sand in unpleasant places."
Glancing down at their sand covered bodies, Cassie snickered. “Maybe with a quick stop by the shower before our comfortable bed becomes a beach.”
Stephen liked shower sex. Reluctantly, he pulled away from his wife and stood, offering her his hand. As she rose to her feet, his hands slid to her waist, and he pressed his lips to her neck. "Can't get enough of you, woman."
“I hope you never do,” Cassie replied, snuggling closer. She’d worried after Maddy was born that he wouldn’t like the changes in her body. Her hips were just a little wider, and while she’d largely escaped stretch marks, things were not quite as taut and toned as they’d once been. Stephen swore she was just as beautiful to him as ever, and his actions since then had proved it. Lucky didn’t begin to describe her good fortune in finding this man. “Let’s get inside so you can make love to me.”
Stephen hummed against her neck, then took her hand. "Shower." They had a private, open-air shower with expansive views of the beach -- and copious amounts of privacy. He led her across the beach and up to the poolside patio, past the glittering blue water of their private pool and hot tub, and around the side of the villa to where the shower waited.
He flicked the water on, then reached for his wife. Large hands tugged at the side strings of her bikini bottoms, blue eyes darkening as they dropped to the floor. Slowly, he repeated the same actions with her top until she was naked before him.
She let him enjoy the view for a few moments, but Cassie wanted her turn too. Reaching out, she divested her husband of his trunks, a slow grin spreading at the sight of his obvious arousal. Tugging Stephen by the hand, she took them both into the the warm stream of water.
The water ran down their heads, adding a slippery layer to their skin as Stephen’s arms wrapped around her waist. His lips found hers, and he kissed her; softly at first, but desire deepening the motion as his wife’s lips parted beneath his. Cassie was an incredible woman, and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve her in his life.
Hands sliding down her back, his fingertips grasped her arse and tugged her flush against him.
Humming her approval, Cassie wound her arms over Stephen’s shoulders, pulling herself up to meet his kiss more thoroughly. After all this time, he could still make her want him in an instant - with a look, a touch, a kiss. She was his for the taking. One long leg curled around his, anchoring her body in place. “Stephen,” she breathed.
That -- his name on her lips, said in that tone -- was all the encouragement he needed. Pulling her other leg up to wrap around his hip, Stephen braced his wife against the low stone wall and thrust into her.
They’d made love hundreds of times, and it was always an almost spiritual melding of their bodies and minds. This was no different. Cassie clung to Stephen, moaning each time he plunged deep inside her.
“Say it again, Cassie,” he growled against her ear. His fingertips dug into her shapely thigh, and each time he plunged into her tight and hot sex, it felt like a homecoming. Pressing his lips to her throat, his teeth nipped at the smooth skin before flicking the red area with his tongue and lips.
She obliged immediately, easily, Stephen’s name filling the air with the urgency of the desire she felt. Gods, he knew her body so well, she was already nearing her peak. Over and over he hit that spot that made her see stars, and brought keening cries from her parted lips.
Stephen’s hand moved between them to grasp at a round breast, kneading the flesh. From the way her body tensed, he could tell she was nearly there. Her legs were tight around his waist, and he trusted their hold on him as his other hand moved from her hip to play between her legs. “C’mon, love, let go.”
Cassie held out a few beats longer, drawing out the delicious tension for as long as she could. Eventually it was too much, and with a cry, her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shuddering with release.
He continued to move inside of her, the flexing of her inner muscles pulling him closer and closer towards his own release. It didn’t matter how many times they made love, every time was just as explosive and consuming as the first. Trying to hold out, Stephen quickly realized it was a lost cause, and let himself spill inside her, her name on his lips as he pressed his face to her shoulder.
A few moments later, he lowered her to her feet, but Cassie didn’t pull away from her husband entirely. Her head rested against his chest, eyes closed as she relaxed there, catching her breath and thinking about how lucky they were to have found each other. It was a completely sappy thought, but no one who knew them could deny the truth of it. Not a quarter of the world could say they’d found their perfect partner, but Cassie knew there was no one else in the world who could build a happier life with her than Stephen had.
“It’s amazing we only have one child, as much good as we are at that,” she teased, peeking up at the love of her life.
Stephen chuckled and held her close, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll head home with a souvenir from Mexico.”
“Anything’s possible, I guess. We got Maddy despite all our precautions.” They’d talked about having more children at some point, but they hadn’t done anything to get working on it. There was still plenty of time, and Maddy wasn’t even out of nappies yet. “But maybe we’ll just have a fantastic holiday with a tonne of amazing sex, like we used to in the days before parenthood.”
“I think that sounds like a capital idea, Mrs. Cornfoot.” Stephen’s blue eyes glimmered with a hint of mirth as he pulled back, pausing to lace his fingers through hers. “For now, we’re both free of sand, and there’s a large bed calling our names. What do you say we spend a few hours there before dinner?”
“I think that sounds like a lovely idea, husband of mine.” Cassie grabbed a fresh towel from the rack as they headed to the bedroom. They could have fun drying each other off before they fell into the Egyptian cotton sheets.
Maddy was nearly two now, and Cassie adored her daughter. A toddler was proving to be quite a handful though, and when Stephen told her he’d arranged for them to have a little getaway, she’d been delighted. Her parents were more than happy to spend the week with Maddy, so here they were in Cabo San Lucas, relaxing and enjoying each other’s company in ways that had been less frequent since the birth of their daughter.
Currently, Stephen was taking a dip in the ocean. Later… Well, later they’d take a dip in each other. Again. There was no schedule to be kept, so whenever the urge struck, they felt no guilt in indulging it.
Emerging from the ocean, Stephen shook the excess water from his hair. He looked a bit like a dog, but he didn’t give a shit -- the only person who was there to see him was his wife, and she’d seen him do much stupider-looking things over the course of their relationship.
Since Christmas, he had been counting the days until their little Cabo getaway. It wasn’t that he didn’t love spending time at home with his daughter -- because he did. As a young single, he’d always had a very active social life. Grounding himself, for lack of a better term, had taken some getting used to. His princess was worth it, of course, but he did miss being able to take off on a random Tuesday and go wherever he wanted.
Crossing from the beach to their private pool, he stopped next to Cassie and wrung the last of the water from his swim trousers onto her bare back.
The cold water shocked Cassie and she jumped straight up from her comfortable lounge with a shriek. It was easy enough to discover the source when she saw her husband standing there with a very smug look on his face. Bastard. “You’re going to pay for that,” she announced before hurling herself at him and dragging him into the sand. That the sand was now covering her as well was little concern as she grappled with him, straddling Stephen’s waist and pinning his arms to the ground.
Cassie's grip wasn't that strong, and it would have been easy for Stephen to overpower her and roll them so that he was above her. Instead, he let her claim her momentary victory, enjoying the way her breasts strained at the small bikini top covering them. "Will you take it out in flesh or coin?" he asked teasingly.
Rocking her hips against him, Cassie’s smile was wicked. “Flesh, of course. I think after such a mean trick, you need to make it up to me. There are much more pleasant ways to make me scream, you know.”
"Are there?" Stephen's blue eyes glimmered up at her, and he didn't resist the urge this time to roll them so she was pinned beneath him. This time, his hands were the ones capturing her delicate wrists, holding them against the warm sand.
Cassie wriggled beneath him, testing the grip he had on her. She and Stephen had played this game many times over the years. He always won in strength, but they both won in the end. “You know there are. I’ve been led to believe you even enjoy them more than this. Or was that some other man buried to the hilt inside me and whispering my name?”
"If there was, I'd have no choice but to kill him, and you'd be a single mum while I wasted away in Azkaban."
“Must’ve been you, then,” she teased. Of course it was. She hadn’t wanted another man since she met Stephen. He was it for her, no matter how hard she’d fought against it early on. Her better sense had eventually come through, and they’d been together for several years. She couldn’t imagine a better life.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that her husband was dead sexy and an amazing lover to boot.
“So, where do I get my payment? Here on the beach, or should we adjourn inside?”
Stephen smirked down at his wife. Her libido hadn't slowed one second since they'd first started sleeping together. Of course, neither had his -- and who could blame him? His wife was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.
"I think there's a comfortable bed calling our name, one with less of a chance of getting sand in unpleasant places."
Glancing down at their sand covered bodies, Cassie snickered. “Maybe with a quick stop by the shower before our comfortable bed becomes a beach.”
Stephen liked shower sex. Reluctantly, he pulled away from his wife and stood, offering her his hand. As she rose to her feet, his hands slid to her waist, and he pressed his lips to her neck. "Can't get enough of you, woman."
“I hope you never do,” Cassie replied, snuggling closer. She’d worried after Maddy was born that he wouldn’t like the changes in her body. Her hips were just a little wider, and while she’d largely escaped stretch marks, things were not quite as taut and toned as they’d once been. Stephen swore she was just as beautiful to him as ever, and his actions since then had proved it. Lucky didn’t begin to describe her good fortune in finding this man. “Let’s get inside so you can make love to me.”
Stephen hummed against her neck, then took her hand. "Shower." They had a private, open-air shower with expansive views of the beach -- and copious amounts of privacy. He led her across the beach and up to the poolside patio, past the glittering blue water of their private pool and hot tub, and around the side of the villa to where the shower waited.
He flicked the water on, then reached for his wife. Large hands tugged at the side strings of her bikini bottoms, blue eyes darkening as they dropped to the floor. Slowly, he repeated the same actions with her top until she was naked before him.
She let him enjoy the view for a few moments, but Cassie wanted her turn too. Reaching out, she divested her husband of his trunks, a slow grin spreading at the sight of his obvious arousal. Tugging Stephen by the hand, she took them both into the the warm stream of water.
The water ran down their heads, adding a slippery layer to their skin as Stephen’s arms wrapped around her waist. His lips found hers, and he kissed her; softly at first, but desire deepening the motion as his wife’s lips parted beneath his. Cassie was an incredible woman, and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve her in his life.
Hands sliding down her back, his fingertips grasped her arse and tugged her flush against him.
Humming her approval, Cassie wound her arms over Stephen’s shoulders, pulling herself up to meet his kiss more thoroughly. After all this time, he could still make her want him in an instant - with a look, a touch, a kiss. She was his for the taking. One long leg curled around his, anchoring her body in place. “Stephen,” she breathed.
That -- his name on her lips, said in that tone -- was all the encouragement he needed. Pulling her other leg up to wrap around his hip, Stephen braced his wife against the low stone wall and thrust into her.
They’d made love hundreds of times, and it was always an almost spiritual melding of their bodies and minds. This was no different. Cassie clung to Stephen, moaning each time he plunged deep inside her.
“Say it again, Cassie,” he growled against her ear. His fingertips dug into her shapely thigh, and each time he plunged into her tight and hot sex, it felt like a homecoming. Pressing his lips to her throat, his teeth nipped at the smooth skin before flicking the red area with his tongue and lips.
She obliged immediately, easily, Stephen’s name filling the air with the urgency of the desire she felt. Gods, he knew her body so well, she was already nearing her peak. Over and over he hit that spot that made her see stars, and brought keening cries from her parted lips.
Stephen’s hand moved between them to grasp at a round breast, kneading the flesh. From the way her body tensed, he could tell she was nearly there. Her legs were tight around his waist, and he trusted their hold on him as his other hand moved from her hip to play between her legs. “C’mon, love, let go.”
Cassie held out a few beats longer, drawing out the delicious tension for as long as she could. Eventually it was too much, and with a cry, her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shuddering with release.
He continued to move inside of her, the flexing of her inner muscles pulling him closer and closer towards his own release. It didn’t matter how many times they made love, every time was just as explosive and consuming as the first. Trying to hold out, Stephen quickly realized it was a lost cause, and let himself spill inside her, her name on his lips as he pressed his face to her shoulder.
A few moments later, he lowered her to her feet, but Cassie didn’t pull away from her husband entirely. Her head rested against his chest, eyes closed as she relaxed there, catching her breath and thinking about how lucky they were to have found each other. It was a completely sappy thought, but no one who knew them could deny the truth of it. Not a quarter of the world could say they’d found their perfect partner, but Cassie knew there was no one else in the world who could build a happier life with her than Stephen had.
“It’s amazing we only have one child, as much good as we are at that,” she teased, peeking up at the love of her life.
Stephen chuckled and held her close, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll head home with a souvenir from Mexico.”
“Anything’s possible, I guess. We got Maddy despite all our precautions.” They’d talked about having more children at some point, but they hadn’t done anything to get working on it. There was still plenty of time, and Maddy wasn’t even out of nappies yet. “But maybe we’ll just have a fantastic holiday with a tonne of amazing sex, like we used to in the days before parenthood.”
“I think that sounds like a capital idea, Mrs. Cornfoot.” Stephen’s blue eyes glimmered with a hint of mirth as he pulled back, pausing to lace his fingers through hers. “For now, we’re both free of sand, and there’s a large bed calling our names. What do you say we spend a few hours there before dinner?”
“I think that sounds like a lovely idea, husband of mine.” Cassie grabbed a fresh towel from the rack as they headed to the bedroom. They could have fun drying each other off before they fell into the Egyptian cotton sheets.