They were both loud and hungry, a carnal duet of two people deeply in lust and love with each other.

She tasted divine, like sin and sex and the woman he craved ceaselessly. He pushed his hands harder against her thighs, opening her wider, further, wanting her abandon. His dick throbbed painfully against his pants with every thrust of her hips, with every cry that sounded from her lips. He could barely take it. The intensity of his own want for her racked his body, electrifying his blood. He looked up at her, and he very nearly stopped to flip her over, put her on her hands and knees and take her, like a crazed man in desperate need of his woman. Because as hot as she’d been every other time, every other night, right now she’d crossed some kind of line of eroticism.

She was phenomenally passionate.

Her head was thrown back, her neck stretched long and inviting, and her hair spilled in curls over the stairs. Her lips were parted, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her arms were extended, taut and firm, almost as if she’d been tied to the railing by her own restraints—her hands that savagely gripped the wood posts, as she rocked her pussy into his face. He kissed and sucked and licked, giving her everything he had, devouring her mouthwatering taste as her cries echoed in the tropical night. Then, because he needed to feel more of her, he slid three fingers inside her tight heat, and kissed her hard, groaning in pleasure along with her.

“Nate,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’m going to come on your face.”

Her scream seemed to rip from her throat. That scream was his name as she came hard on his lips, flooding his tongue with the taste of her release.

Soon, she relinquished her hold on the posts, her body turning limp like a rag doll. He shed his pants, then grabbed a long cushion from the deck furniture, tossed it on the hard wood, so her back wouldn’t hurt, and then returned to the steps to scoop up his beautiful woman. He carried her to the cushion, loving the utter contentment in her expression, and the rosy color in her cheeks.

“Was it as good as in your dirty dreams?” she asked, a woozy look on her face, as her lips curved up.

“Hell no,” he said, shaking his head, as he positioned her on the soft red material.

She shot him a curious look.

“My dirty dreams can’t even hold a candle to the real thing. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, and I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” he said, settling on his knees between her legs. “Now, get those ankles up on my shoulders so I can fuck the woman I love.”

She shivered, her shoulders curling in as she propped her feet on him, giving him another insanely hot view of her body that he treasured. “Is this how you want me?”