“I can’t believe how beautiful it is here,” says Amanda. “I’d always imagined it, then when Margot and Stirling invited me to join them here, I couldn’t wait. There’s no better place to sort out my business affairs. This vacation has been so good for me.”
“I’m glad you’re able to enjoy yourself, in spite of the…distractions.”
“Goodness, I hope the same for you, too,” she says as she turns to smile at me. “I mean, you’ve had a lot on your plate too, with the cancellation, and your past coming back to bite you in the ass.” She’s trying to make light of things, and not only is it adorable, but it works. My heart rate drops significantly, and I lean back against the tree. She’s right to lighten the mood—we’ll never get past any of this if we can’t at least laugh about it.
“True enough. It’s one of the reasons I chose to live here. Hawaii inspires me and calms me in a way that New York never could.”
“So you don’t see yourself ever moving back there?” Amanda asks. She sounds almost disappointed.
“Well, I still have a studio there, not the one you remember, of course. And I do still spend a lot of time there. But this feels more like home now.”
There’s a long silence between us, but it’s filled by the sound of the surf and the breeze in the palm trees. We finally speak, both at the same time.
“So—”
“Hey, what—”
We both laugh.
“Please, after you,” I say, and smile at Amanda.
“No, I was just going to say, thanks for not being weird about the laundry, or this morning. We can’t act as if we’ve never been intimate together, and old reflexes are hard to ignore. It still feels natural for me to want make you feel better when you’re hurting.”
“Likewise, Amanda. That’s also part of the reason I came down to the beach when I saw you from my balcony.”
“Oh?”
I stand up slowly and step over to her. I hold my hand out, and to my great relief, she reaches for it. I pull her up gently to stand next to me. She smells like heaven, as if she crushed some of the jasmine in the garden and rubbed it all over herself.
“Just like you felt the impulse to rub my sore shoulders, I don’t want your last memory of my lips on yours to be a painful one.” I snake my arm around her lower back and hold her gently to me. I lay my other hand on her cheek and slowly lower my mouth to hers, giving her the chance to stop me, and praying that she doesn’t.
Her lips feel like silk under mine, and she tastes even sweeter than I remembered. I take my time moving my mouth over hers, and her soft moan has my cock like steel. We both part our mouths simultaneously to invite each other’s tongues to play.
In the next moment, Amanda grabs my shoulders and begins to kiss me back in earnest. She backs me against the tree.
“Damon,” she sighs against my mouth, and then licks over my bottom lip with her hot little tongue. “It feels so good…I want this so much.”
“Yes, baby.” I want it as much as she does.
We’re scorching each other with our lips and tongues, and suddenly she’s moving her hips against me, so I slide my thigh between her legs. Lord help me, I don’t know what the future holds, but at the moment, I’m just glad she’s in my arms.
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Amanda
When Damon liftshis thigh between my legs, my desire skyrockets. I need more.
I yank my dress up and grind my sex against his thigh. The friction of the fabric of my panties and the hair on his leg makes me insane with desire. I’m desperate to satisfy it, desperate to come.
I grind myself against him faster and Damon holds me hard down on his thigh. It’s blindingly good.
“Ah, ah, ah, yes—” I come hard and scream into his shirt him as I bite his shoulder. He gasps at the pain of my teeth, and I release a flood of hot liquid through my panties and onto his thigh.
I press hard again through the last pulses of my pussy.
“Wow,” I say, panting. My chest is heaving, and I wonder if his heart is still pounding as hard as mine is.
“That’s an understatement,” he chuckles. “That was incredible.”
