Vacation | Sensual Adventures- Episode 5 The

“No plans,” he murmured against her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse. “No alarm. No one watching.”

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered, almost reverent. Sensual Adventures- Episode 5 The Vacation

“I’m memorizing,” he replied. And then he lowered himself, not between her legs, but beside her—rolling her gently onto her side so they faced each other, legs intertwined, foreheads touching. “No plans,” he murmured against her throat, his

She smiled against his skin and closed her eyes, already dreaming of tomorrow. “I’m memorizing,” he replied

He lifted her then—easily, like she weighed nothing—and carried her past the open French doors toward the enormous bed draped in white mosquito netting. The ceiling fan spun lazy circles overhead. Somewhere in the distance, a steel drum band played its final song of the night.

His hand skimmed her spine, her ribs, the underside of her breast. She arched into his touch, and he watched her face—the flutter of her eyelids, the bitten lower lip, the small, broken exhale when his fingers finally found the heat between her legs.

“You’ve been out here for an hour,” he said, his voice low and warm against her ear. He set down the glasses—white wine, ice-cold—and slid his arms around her waist from behind, his chest pressing flush against her back. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the faint brush of his lips just below her ear.