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Her knee arched instinctively when his fingers trickled back down her stomach.

“Yes,” she pled, knee coming up as high as it could when his hand settled on the waistband of her bottoms.

He tugged at the nipple with his teeth as he lifted his head, watching it plop from his mouth before slipping his fingers inside her bottoms, pushing lower until they disappeared in her slippery walls.

She screamed, taking his head in her hands and pulling his mouth back to hers, muffling the sound.

He delved into her softness with his thick fingers, brushing her clit in his patient voyage to her pounding center.  Their tongues snaked together when he pushed two fingers inside of her.

She met his guttural moan with one of her own when her body instantly pulsated against his curious fingers, its tightness nearly trapping them in.

Prickles of pleasure nipped at her skin. When she spread her legs wide on the sand, he laid his leg on top of hers until her splayed thigh was cuddled between both of his, giving her room to open herself completely.  Tiny white crystals clung to her ebony toes when they flexed involuntarily, and she pointed them deep into the sand, body overcome with pleasure.

They nipped and bit at each other’s swollen lips, tongues roving in sync with his fingers.

Blind with need, Lila pushed her hand into the waistband of his swim trunks.

Chase stopped all movement, gasping when her fingers gripped him, surrounded him.  They felt cold at first, but warmed up in an instant.  When she drew a long, hard stroke, he jerked, jolted, unconsciously curling his fingers inside her pussy as she tugged at the swollen head of his dick, and with it, tugged away all sense of reality.

Gasping at his size, she released him from his shorts with impatience, pulling him out into the fresh open air.

His free hand instinctively pushed the shorts down more, leaving them bunched at his knees while thrusting into the warm vise of her fingers.

“You’re so soft, baby, so wet.
Fuck
.”  Chase breathed, lips crashing into hers once more, devouring her as his fingers spurred back to life from where they remained buried deep.

His body succumbed to the flashes of tension that shot through him as she stroked his dick, fisted fingers hauling away at his hardness, eliciting a gravelly moan. He moved his fingers at the same pace, relishing the sound of her juices splashing, growing louder in volume with each fervent strike. When her strokes grew more insistent, so did his, and he trapped her nipple between his teeth to muffle his cries, hardly able to fathom that this was happening.  Finally.

Lila felt his lips and tongue growing hotter, more insistent around her nipple as his dick swelled in her hand.  His body rolled with visible shudders, and she tightened her hold around the hot skin, feeling the protruding veins trickling under her fingers as she drew them even tighter around his heat.   She knew he was close.  She could see it in his panting chest as his gasps rose to dangerous levels, could hear it in his defenseless cries as he surrendered all control. She could taste it on his lips when he kissed her forcefully, moaning that surrender into her mouth.  She could almost feel his heartbeat pounding through his tongue as he released one last, shuddering groan before his stickiness wet her fingers.

She took every shot, every whimper, every tremble with patience and ease, milking him until he had nothing left to give, never lifting her probing hand, not even as he grew soft under her gentle fingers.  She spread his seed lovingly over the softened shaft, accepting his tender kisses just as she finished, as well.

Her orgasm came soft but grew fast.  Her hips rotated languidly under his penetrations, taking the slow build in awe.  Her back arched off the sand when it peaked, and she closed her thighs around his hand as he worked her to the sweetest completion, jolting with every swirl and flick until she finally collapsed beneath him. Just like Chase, her orgasm had come slowly and then finished her off with a bang.

Her head fell back into the sand, eyes holding his, and she cupped his cheek.  Their heavy breathing came together, and slowed together. Neither moved away.  The back of her fingers ran his strong jaw with one hand, and gently along his flaccid member with the other.

His fingers remained implanted in her, the bed of his thumb running a slow race across her clit.  It was still throbbing, sensitive to the touch.  He grinned when, every time he brushed it, even with just the tip of his thumb, her body reacted, curled, and rolled.

They kissed slowly now, taking their time.  The waves crashed around them, a quiet accompaniment to the long-awaited peace that had finally come, and settled, inside Lila and Chase’s hearts.

--

Lila took the fastest shower in history.  She did just enough to get the sand and grit out of her hair and from between her legs before hopping out, wrapping herself in a short robe, and hurrying back downstairs.  Back to him.

Even a ten-minute shower was too long to be away.  As she descended the stairs, her hand was free to hold the railing this time, and she hated it.  Even knowing it was a guarantee she wouldn’t fall and crack her skull.

It wasn’t worth it.

She wanted her hand in his.  She wanted to feel his fingers wrapped up in hers.  She wanted to feel them squeezing, reminding her that she wasn’t alone in her happiness.

Tightening the robe around her waist, she made it to the bottom of the staircase, and froze at the sight of two white candles sitting on each end of the bottom step.  The smile on her face grew as she caught sight of two more candles on either side of the open doors that led to the backyard. 

She crossed the room to the doors, and a gasp escaped her lips.

The sun had long set, leaving the sky black as tar, so the long row of white candles winding across the deck glowed almost yellow, creating their version of sunlight, even in the dead of night.  Playing the ties of her robe, Lila followed the path the candles made across the deck, and down the rocky stairway that led to the beach.

The candles glowed across the sand, leading a flickering path to a small round table.  A white tablecloth hung down and played against the beach, fluttering calmly along with the cool breeze.  Two white chairs sat on either side of the small table.  It was fully set with plates, silverware, two sparkling champagne glasses, and a bottle of Dom Perignon in the middle.

Chase looked up once he finished lighting a tall white candle in the middle of the table.    He was wearing all white, a t-shirt and a pair of breezy pants.  His eyebrows jumped when he met eyes with Lila, and he stepped around the table, bare feet kicking the sand as he held an arm out to her, opening his palm to receive hers.

“How long was I in that shower?” She beamed, coming to him without hesitation, and placing her hand in his.  It warmed her immediately, and she squeezed her fingers around his.  She felt her body coming to life, swelling with need, informing her that she was, already, more than ready for round two with the man before her.

From the gleam present in his eyes, Chase was more than ready for round two, as well.

“This is absolutely beautiful, Chase.  You know you didn’t have to do all this.” Her mouth dropped when he pulled one of the chairs out and raised her arm like a princess.  She circled around the chair in awe.  “You know you’re already as good as laid, right?  It’s
going
to happen.  This pussy is as good as yours.”

Even as he helped her into the chair, pushed it in, courted her like a princess, he had to fight back the un-prince-like cackle that was threatening the back of his throat at her un-princess-like language.

Even the place settings were meant for a Queen.  As Lila took in the perfectly set table, the beautiful chinaware, and the bottle of champagne in the middle, she was so amazed that she didn’t even notice when he leaned in for a kiss.

She gave him her lips and lingered when he pulled back, holding his eyes as he stepped away.

“You…” She watched him circled the table and sit in the chair across from her.  His ass wasn’t in the seat for two seconds before he was moving it closer to her, scooting across the sand.  When he was close enough, she lifted her bare leg under the table, pushing her foot onto his chair and between his splayed legs.  He reacted when she rubbed her toes against his zipper under the table, eyes rising to hers. He reached across and took the champagne bottle in his hand.  She watched him open it.  “You…”

“I what?” he asked, popping it open.  Fizz leapt into the air, and a few bubbles tumbled from the rim and ran down his arm.

She itched to lick it off.  “You…” Her eyes grew heavy with lust, and then, just like that, they exploded wide open.  “Are nineteen!” she beamed, watching as he filled her flute before quickly moving to his and filling that one as well.

His eyes met hers as he returned the bottle to the middle of the table, filled with amusement.

“This is hardly my first swallow of alcohol, Lila, and I assure you, it won’t be the last.”  One of his eyebrows lifted.  “If anyone knows that, it’s you.”

She sat tall.  He was right.  Chase had been drinking since he was thirteen.  When she’d first started watching over him, she’d lost count of how many nights she’d come into his bedroom just to find herself snatching a bottle from between his lips, mid-drink.  He’d made it a habit back then to swipe wine from Jack’s stash while he was slaving away at work. She’d always told Jack that it was
her
taking massive samples of his stash, samples that sometimes involved entire bottles, but Jack had always known it was Chase.   Still, he never went out of his way to lock up his alcohol.  Lila always wondered if Jack
wanted
Chase to drink, because that was what helped Jack forget, and he hoped it might help his brother, as well.

When Jack’s face remained in her mind for longer than she cared for, she jammed her eyes shut.  When she reopened them, and took in the amused look in Chase’s eyes, Jack Almeida disappeared.  Completely.  It was an occurrence she didn’t even believe possible--Jack vanishing from her thoughts with one blink of an eye--until that moment.

“Back in the day, if memory serves, you preferred your wine straight out of the bottle.  I see you’ve upgraded to glassware…” she teased, lifting her flute.

“What can I say?  The years have refined me.”

Lila tilted her head at him.  Yes, it was naïve for anyone to believe a nineteen year old didn’t drink, but even so, it was a startling reminder of how young this man, a man she felt so deeply for, really was.  She couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to get in so deep, so fast.

But she was deep.  She was already there, submerged hundreds of feet below, and now there was no turning back.  Her eyes fell to the deep v of his t-shirt, and saw the expanse of his chest where the gold locket no longer lived.  An emotion zoomed through her that reminded her instantly why she was here. Why the tips of his fingers were now running languidly up and down her leg.  Why, just an hour after he’d given her the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced, she was already primed for more.

Chase watched as she disappeared into her head.  He knew what she was thinking.  She was thinking of all the reasons they shouldn’t be there at that moment, all the reasons they couldn’t.  So he let her, trailing his fingers along the smooth skin of her calf.  He let her disappear into her mind.  She needed it.  When her troubled eyes met his and then fell to the dip in his shirt, he could almost read her thoughts.  She was fighting, rationalizing, and he was amazed that he wasn’t even sure what conclusion he wanted her to come to.  If she finally gave in to her need for him, he knew they were going to make love tonight.  It was something his body had yearned for, for many years, but the thought of it had him suddenly and surprisingly nervous. It was so close, so real.  Being inside Lila would change everything for both of them, for life, and he breathed deep when the fear almost overrode the desire.

Almost.

She met his eyes and saw the change in them.  How the green orbs moved from shaky nerves, to deep wanting. 

They breathed in deep, and she pressed her leg further into his chair, her body humming to life when he moved the beds of his fingers up, lighting fire to the skin of her thigh, dewy from the ocean mist.

“How’s work?” he asked, voice laced with the yearning already present in his eyes.

She sighed after taking a sip of the champagne.  It was expensive, amazing, and she wanted to pound it all instantly but managed to fight the urge, setting the glass on the table.  “It’s getting tougher.  More and more girls keep coming to me, because they have nowhere else to go, and I feel like the more girls that come to me, the harder Harvard pushes to silence them.”

He nodded, tilting his fingers as they moved along her skin, replacing them with the brunt tips of his nails, digging them in softly.   “I’m proud of you.”

Her eyes shot to him.  His words had instantly sent a different feeling zooming through her, one that obliterated the desire that was present in her eyes and between her legs.  No, this feeling was worlds different, so much that she looked to her wine glass, picked it up, and took another hearty sip.

Swallowing audibly, she pulled the glass from her lips and stared at the liquid that was left, twirling it in slow circles.  “Don’t be so proud of me yet.  Right now, all I have is a communal faculty office with ten girls sitting in a circle.  It’s not a real outlet.”

“I’m sure it’s real for them.”

“But it’s not.”  She looked back at him, setting her glass down.  “They need something real.  Something they can sink all the way into, but Harvard will never approve my proposal for an official department.”

“If anyone can do it, Lila, it’s you.”

She hadn’t believed it before, but looking into his eyes right then, content, spent yet, at the same time, so ready for more, she remembered why she’d started the group in the first place.  It was because of him.  He’d been the one to remind her what she truly lived for, of her deepest passions, passions that, not unlike him, had followed her all the way from Manhattan to Cambridge.