“How do they make you feel?” he asks.

I look at him. The breeze tussles his hair. He looks sexy as ever in a button-down shirt, untucked with the sleeves rolled up, over khaki pants.

“Horny,” I blurt.

He laughs.

I head to the water and dip my feet in to see if I can get my mind off the balls, but Darren pulls me to him and smothers my mouth with a heavy kiss. His hand encircles the back of my head, locking me in place, my mouth his to plunder. I love the way he kisses, even though I find it overwhelming at times. The agitation in my loins flares, accentuated by the balls.

He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to an area beneath a palm tree. He continues to take my mouth as he sets me down in the sand. I yelp when I feel him reaching up the skirt of my dress. I want to keep kissing him, but there’s no guarantee that we’re alone. We had walked by a couple sunbathing not too far from here. I push his hand away.

“You want to go back to our villa?” I inquire against his invading mouth.

“No,” he mumbles.

I grab at his hand, which cups my mound, and try to wriggle from underneath him. “Darren, this is not a private beach.”

“No one’s going to access it.”

“The hotel guests? We walked by a couple already.”

“You said you were horny.”

“I can wait till we get back to our villa. Can’t you?” I dare him.

“Sure, but I don’t want to.”

I try to push him off me. “Our villa isn’t even that far.”

“Stop struggling. You’re going to get sand in our clothes.” He grabs my wrists and pins them to the ground. “Don’t make your punishment worse.”

“Ugh. Coming to Thailand with you has its drawbacks.”

He palms a breast through my dress. “And its perks.”

He bites at my nipple through the fabric and cups me between the thighs again. I debate which is worse: getting caught having sex in public or worsening my punishment. The latter involves a lot of unknowns, and there’s chance we could get away with the first.

His hand slips into my panties and rubs my flesh. Now I don’t think I have the will to do anything but the first option. I try to swallow my moans as he intensifies his fondling, which makes the balls inside me quiver. My body starts to writhe for a different reason.

When he undoes his pants, I look to see if anyone’s around. He pulls aside my panties.

“Aren’t you going to take the balls out?” I gasp when I feel his erection pressing against me.

For an answer, he sinks in several inches.

Holy crap.

I feel the balls being pushed deeper inside me. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. He rolls his hips, pressing the balls farther each time. I feel as if my body is one long tuning fork. Each time he thrusts, I’m hit with vibrations of arousal from head to toe. I hope I come soon because as magnificent as the sensations are, they’re almost too much to take.