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“I don’t want theh the thin“I don’t want anyone’s touch but yours”
“But it turns you on,” he whispers, and I nod
“Why?” I ask
“They’re a mirror You see passion on their faces and you want it You see the burn of heat on their skin, and you want to feel it You hear theo there, too”
“Yes,” I moan, as the truth of what he says washes over ht I had any voyeuristic tendencies, but watching these people—their hands stroking slick skin, theirinside me “God, yes”
I lean back against Daainst hten onto a desperate moan as his other hand snakes down to my crotch “Please,” I say “Touch me”
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I hear the hard edge of want in his voice
I nod I do not want to be the one being watched, but I so desperately want to feel “The shadows,” I say “And the sarong is open at the side” No one will be able to see, I tell myself But the truth is, I’m not sure I care anymore if they do
The slit in the sarong is over h, just barely covering my sex He slips his hand under the material and strokesout I aht there in his hand
“Nikki, oh, god, baby” He uses the hand that was onup from the back
I know I should protest—but I don’t want to I want the thrill I want Damien I want him to fuck me in this dark corner with this cornucopia of sex spread out in front of us I want the wildness
I want it all
“Yes,” I say, and lean forward so that I can hold on to the edge of the alcove I yank the curtain partly closed—a nod to privacy—but I do not want to block our view
I a, and Damien is behind rips my hips and thrusts himself insidehi him pound hard inside me—I know that anyone who looks toward us
I don’t care
All I want is Damien
All I want is to feel, and I reach around, taking his hand offthat he stroke my clit even as he fucks me from behind
“Don’t close your eyes,” Da passion Heat locked onto heat
He teasess pushes e so hard and so fast that I am certain that without Damien to hold me up, I will tumble and fall to my knees
As the orgas in a desperate need that takes him the rest of the way, and he explodes into ht on my shoulders as he cries my name
He closes the curtain then, and I turn in his arms, then melt into his touch, into his kisses
“I love you,” he says