the approach of an impending orgasm. Quaking, she bit down on her bottom lip and moaned without censor as she drew out her release.
As her orgasm approached, air rushed from her lungs in a loud whoosh. Her muscles clenched so hard she thought she would black out from pleasure. A shiver wracked her body. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together and squeezed as she tumbled into climax.
She worked her fingers over her clit faster, riding out every delicious ripple, prolonging the ecstasy for as long as she could.
When the last orgasmic pulse subsided, she dropped her hands to her sides and collapsed in a flushed heap. After a few moments, she blinked her eyes back into focus and gave a needy sigh. She still didn’t feel completely satisfied. Her fingers had managed to get the job done, but she had to be honest with herself and admit that they paled in comparison to the real thing.
Remembering where she was, Abby shook the fog from her lust-filled brain and looked out over the glistening water. She decided to take a quick swim before she went on her island exploration. Since Lauren had already ventured off earlier, hoping for another wild Tarzan encounter in the jungle, and Danielle was making the most of her vacation with her sea god, Abby would set out alone. Not that she minded. She was happy that her friends had found what they were looking for—what they secretly desired—while on vacation.
She, on the other hand, already had everything she desired. Since the magic elixir was wasted on her, she spent her time in paradise relaxing, enjoying the spa treatments, reading and thinking about her upcoming engagement to hardworking stock broker Artie Drummond.
Don’t you want your nights filled with passion?
Lauren’s question kept coming back to haunt her. Honestly, Abby had never slipped between the sheets with a passionate man. She could only dream about sex with a man who wasn’t afraid to unleash himself on her, show his emotions, let his needs and hunger rule him during lovemaking and give himself over to his primal desires. Completely. Thoroughly.
Unapologetically.
Her whole body shook just thinking about it. Surely guys like that existed only in her romance novels. Because she’d yet to stumble across such a man.
Pushing those thoughts to the far recesses of her mind, she climbed from her chair and took a dip in the water. Off in the distance she noticed a band of dark clouds. Could a storm be moving in? She hoped it held off until after her island exploration and her late afternoon snorkeling lesson, which, she had to admit, she was really looking forward to.
Once she was sufficiently cooled, she gathered her belongings and glanced around. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Strangely enough, a small thrill raced down her spine at the sensation.
Jeez, she really was a wild woman at heart. Either that or this seductive island atmosphere was doing the strangest things to her libido, fueling it in the most interesting ways, and urging her to explore her budding fetishes. Abby hadn’t even realized she had interesting sexual fetishes she might want to explore until this vacation opened her eyes.
Holding a hand up to shade her eyes from the sun, she scanned the mountaintops for movement, but her gaze met with only large trees, natural foliage and a few local birds that had just taken flight and now hovered over the cliff like a heavy rain cloud.
Deciding it was nothing more than her passion-starved libido playing tricks on her, and her lack of male-induced orgasms, she made the short trek back to her cabana. Once inside she consulted her agenda book. Being on vacation didn’t mean she couldn’t organize her activities. The only thing she had scheduled for today was the snorkeling lesson. Tomorrow she had a hot- stone massage booked in the morning, a late lunch with the girls, and then, later in the evening, a sea-salt scrub.
After pulling on a pair of shorts, a tank top and her walking
As her orgasm approached, air rushed from her lungs in a loud whoosh. Her muscles clenched so hard she thought she would black out from pleasure. A shiver wracked her body. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together and squeezed as she tumbled into climax.
She worked her fingers over her clit faster, riding out every delicious ripple, prolonging the ecstasy for as long as she could.
When the last orgasmic pulse subsided, she dropped her hands to her sides and collapsed in a flushed heap. After a few moments, she blinked her eyes back into focus and gave a needy sigh. She still didn’t feel completely satisfied. Her fingers had managed to get the job done, but she had to be honest with herself and admit that they paled in comparison to the real thing.
Remembering where she was, Abby shook the fog from her lust-filled brain and looked out over the glistening water. She decided to take a quick swim before she went on her island exploration. Since Lauren had already ventured off earlier, hoping for another wild Tarzan encounter in the jungle, and Danielle was making the most of her vacation with her sea god, Abby would set out alone. Not that she minded. She was happy that her friends had found what they were looking for—what they secretly desired—while on vacation.
She, on the other hand, already had everything she desired. Since the magic elixir was wasted on her, she spent her time in paradise relaxing, enjoying the spa treatments, reading and thinking about her upcoming engagement to hardworking stock broker Artie Drummond.
Don’t you want your nights filled with passion?
Lauren’s question kept coming back to haunt her. Honestly, Abby had never slipped between the sheets with a passionate man. She could only dream about sex with a man who wasn’t afraid to unleash himself on her, show his emotions, let his needs and hunger rule him during lovemaking and give himself over to his primal desires. Completely. Thoroughly.
Unapologetically.
Her whole body shook just thinking about it. Surely guys like that existed only in her romance novels. Because she’d yet to stumble across such a man.
Pushing those thoughts to the far recesses of her mind, she climbed from her chair and took a dip in the water. Off in the distance she noticed a band of dark clouds. Could a storm be moving in? She hoped it held off until after her island exploration and her late afternoon snorkeling lesson, which, she had to admit, she was really looking forward to.
Once she was sufficiently cooled, she gathered her belongings and glanced around. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Strangely enough, a small thrill raced down her spine at the sensation.
Jeez, she really was a wild woman at heart. Either that or this seductive island atmosphere was doing the strangest things to her libido, fueling it in the most interesting ways, and urging her to explore her budding fetishes. Abby hadn’t even realized she had interesting sexual fetishes she might want to explore until this vacation opened her eyes.
Holding a hand up to shade her eyes from the sun, she scanned the mountaintops for movement, but her gaze met with only large trees, natural foliage and a few local birds that had just taken flight and now hovered over the cliff like a heavy rain cloud.
Deciding it was nothing more than her passion-starved libido playing tricks on her, and her lack of male-induced orgasms, she made the short trek back to her cabana. Once inside she consulted her agenda book. Being on vacation didn’t mean she couldn’t organize her activities. The only thing she had scheduled for today was the snorkeling lesson. Tomorrow she had a hot- stone massage booked in the morning, a late lunch with the girls, and then, later in the evening, a sea-salt scrub.
After pulling on a pair of shorts, a tank top and her walking
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