Free Intensity by Aliyah Burke

dock, he
stared at Sarah. My wife. At her legs, he smoothed a hand up
one silken calf.
    “Coming in?”
    “I suppose I could. I should get a workout in.”
    Her words were an invitation wrapped in sin. She
stood and released the knot at her sarong, allowing the flimsy
material to flutter to the surface of the dock and join his shirt.
Her bikini bottoms were a solid orange. When she stripped off her
loose top, the bikini top matched. The material pressed her breasts
up and together, giving him dry mouth.
    “How far are we going?” she asked, nudging all their
clothes to the side and out of the way. He got it—if someone else
came down, she didn’t want their things to get tossed in.
    “Until you get tired,” he said with a grin.
    “Sounds like a challenge, Navy.”
    She leapt over his head, form perfect as she knifed
into the water. She rose slowly, a large smile on her face, before
moving her hair from her face. “God, this feels amazing. Let’s
go.”
    Together, they struck out, and he didn’t try to
talk, just enjoyed being in her company. On the way back in, she
stopped a short way from the dock and watched him, just her eyes
above water. Instantly changing direction to get to her, he swam
close.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted up
enough to kiss him. Her taste poured into him as her tongue thrust
deep. He nipped at her lower lip before dominating the kiss, taking
what he wanted from her. She hooked her legs around his waist and
rocked against him.
    Electricity speared him. “Sarah,” he muttered,
sinking one hand into the wet collection of hair at the back of her
head.
    “All night,” she admitted. “All night on that
fucking plane I wanted nothing more than your cock deep inside me.
Then, when we arrived here, I thought it would have happened. But,
you came here instead.” She held his gaze. “I feel you against me,
Grey. You’re hard. What’s the problem?”
    “The problem is, once I start, you and I aren’t
leaving bed for a few days. Well, we may hit other things in the
room, but we’re not going out. And I’d love to take you here in the
water, but there are people on the dock, so if you don’t mind
giving them a show, I’m in.” He ground his hips into her, ensuring
there was no doubt to his meaning.
    She flicked her tongue along his lips. “I don’t want
to prune.”
    He flexed his hand and brought her close for another
kiss. He would never get tired of kissing her. With his free hand,
he dipped it below her bikini bottom and sank two fingers into her
heat.
    Her trembled whimper nearly took him down. “So
fucking long,” he said, moving them back to the dock with his legs.
She bucked against him, pushing his fingers in farther.
    “How’s the water?” a man called from the dock.
    “Great,” Grey replied, scissoring his fingers.
“Wouldn’t you say?” he asked her.
    “Let me come or stop touching until we’re out of
here.”
    He removed his hand and caressed her ass. “I want
your cream on my tongue, so you have to wait.”
    She glared at him. “Ass.”
    His grin wasn’t pleasant. “You know it.”
    They made it back to the dock, and he released her,
allowing her to climb the ladder first. He was glad his trunks were
baggy, for they hid his erection. Somewhat. The woman who was there
with the guy zeroed in on his crotch, and he ignored her.
    “Americans?” the man questioned.
    “Yes,” Grey answered.
    “We’re here because she wanted to get away from the
cold of Maine.” He smiled, his pasty skin needing the sun, which
fell unfiltered from the sky.
    “Nice to meet you.”
    “Name’s Jack, and that’s my wife, Lisa.”
    “My wife, Sarah, and I’m Grey.”
    Her smile was polite, but he knew Sarah wanted to be
anywhere but there.
    “Look, we’re here with some other couples from
school. We’re having a party a little later in grounds. Stop by and
join in.”
    “That sounds like fun; what time should we be
there?”
    Grey nearly choked when