...Ashley walked him through the rest of the rooms, citing her sales pitch automatically, more aware than ever of the virile man by her side.

Unlike the downstairs, the bedrooms were unfurnished. The master bedroom was at the back of the house and had a balcony looking toward the ocean.

“Great view up here, too,” Dev remarked.

“Yes, and there’s an enormous walk-in closet.”

He followed her into the closet, which was nearly as large as the smallest bedroom in her little cottage. When she heard the door close, she wheeled around to see him leaning on the door.

“Dev?”

He moved toward her and pulled her into his arms. “I want to make love to you.”

She knew she should pull back, but it was as if her body had a mind of its own “But Dev…”

“No one will know. It can be our little secret,” he whispered.

She hesitated for a moment, then remembered her vow of the other day. This wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind, but why not? Take a chance. You know you want to. When his mouth closed over hers, she quit fighting and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her body was plastered against his and she felt his erection against her stomach. The kiss started slow and easy, but grew more and more insistent.

Ashley’s head was reeling from the sensations of his kiss, his hands roving over her body. Down her back to her butt, then up her sides to cup her breasts in his hands. If only they were larger. Men liked big boobs.

When his thumbs teased her nipples, they hardened into taut peaks. Shivers ran through her and she gave herself up to the sensations. Just this once.

He pressed his pelvis against hers. “If you doubt I find you sexy, this should put your mind to rest.”

She trailed one hand down to trace the length of his hardened dick, straining against his zipper. “Guess I can’t argue with that kind of hard evidence.”

He moved a hand to stop her movement. “If you want to keep it hard, you’ll stop that right now.”

She grinned at him. “Oh, I’d like that. For a while longer, at least.”

He laughed and pulled her arms around his neck, then his mouth covered hers in another kiss. As she kissed him back, she marveled at the boldness of her behavior. It was as if some mischievous imp had taken over her mind, her will, her body.

He pulled her down to kneel on the soft carpet, then unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp on her bra. Lowering her to her back, he took one hardened nipple into his mouth. Desire shot from her breast to her already throbbing clit. She fisted her hands in his hair and guided his mouth to her other breast. “Turn about is fair play,” she panted.

“Lift your hips.”

When she complied, he removed her khaki skirt and peeled off her thong. His hands skimmed her legs, caressing her inner thighs until he found the nest of curls covering her most private parts. Still fully clothed, he lay beside her and kissed a hardened nipple, while his hands stroked the sensitized flesh between her legs. When his thumb grazed her clit, her hips bucked.

“So responsive.” He trailed his mouth down her stomach and kissed her vulva. He tongued the area around her clit, while his fingers dipped inside her needy channel. Her interior muscles clenched, then relaxed. He added another finger and massaged the front wall of her vagina. The sensations built until she was panting with need. When she didn’t think she could take it any more, the spasms started, quickly spreading throughout her body. Her climax rolled over her like waves crashing onto the beach.

When the spasms quieted, he took her in his arms and kissed her. "Do you enjoy tasting yourself on my lips?"