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I wanted to taste her again.

There she was, just lying down on the bed and reading a book that she brought along with her.

How was it still possible for her to look indescribably beautiful even though her hair was placed in a messy bun and her face was void of any makeup?

She was wearing a large, yellow T-shirt. My large yellow T-shirt, along with knee-high socks with no bra on. I could feel the stirring of my blood and I quickly thought of something revolting to tame the beast inside of me.

And somehow, the first thing that came to my head was Amanda.

Yup, I was soft again.

"You're staring," She said quietly as she rested her book on her lap, sitting up for a quick moment on her elbows. The sheet fell from her chest and her nipples were revealed through the thin material of my shirt.

"Can't I just stare? Is it a crime?" I asked as I closed down my laptop.

A sexy grin made its way on her face, "No, but you're doing work. Concentrate on that," She told me as she crawled and laid on her stomach, her feet in the air and head in both of her hands which were propped up on her elbows.

Since she wanted to read her book, she said that it was only fair that I sorted out anything at work now.

"I can't when you're over there looking extremely delicious," I chastised as I folded my arms over my naked chest.

She blushed and hid her face in her hands, making a space between her fingers every moment to peek at me.

"Can we go for a swim?" She changed the subject.

"Is that supposed to make me feel any better?" I tilted my head to the side with a teasing grin. "Seeing you in a bathing suit? Sounds tempting," I bit my bottom lip as I swiped a hand beneath my jaw.

She rolled on her back with an amused laugh as she stared up at the ceiling with a smile, her feet perfectly pointed in the air.

"Just keep your hands to yourself. I'm still sore," She said. "It's only 1 PM." She stated.

I ran my hand through my hair with a sigh, "I guess a swim sounds nice. In the pool or at the beach?" I questioned as I placed my laptop in its casing.

She thought for a while, "I guess the pool's good." She mumbled.

I got up from my seat, stalking over to her figure as she looked at me upside-down from her position on the bed, her curly hair touching the floor as her head hung off the bed.

The corner of my lips twitched as I walked directly in front of her, taking her thighs in my arms and lifting her feet around my neck so that she was hanging from my neck by her feet, her back pressed against my body.

She let out a squeak of surprise which soon turned into a giggle of excitement as I walked us over to our suitcases.

I then placed my hand on her waist to relieve some of the pressure around my neck, her hair dangling with every step that I made.

"You know, you haven't let me walk anywhere since last night," She giggled.

I hummed, "You said you're sore, didn't you?" I smiled.

Suddenly, she hoisted herself up so that her arms could rest on top of my head, then she loosened her feet and snaked her legs around my waist, her arms interlaced behind my neck.

It was hard to mask my surprise as she was situated face to face with me, her head slightly tilted to the side in a lopsided grin.

My hands immediately flew up to grip her thighs around my waist out of instinct.

"Flexible huh?" I swiped my tongue on my bottom lip briefly. "I could put that to use," I mumbled as my lips grazed the shell of her ear.

I felt her entire body shiver, her confidence faltering as her cheeks set ablazed, her lips set in a frown, "Stop that." She grumbled disapprovingly, hiding her face in my neck.

I shook my head at her before sitting her on the desk next to our suitcases. "How many swimsuits did you bring?" I questioned curiously.

She shrugged, rubbing her arm, "Shalissa only told me to carry two." She chastised.

I nodded my head in understanding, pulling out three pieces of material that looked like swimsuits to me.

I raised my eyebrows at the bikini in my hand which made Ophelia's eyes widen in embarrassment, "I told her not to pack that," She rubbed her forearm.

I laughed at Shalissa's doing, moving to stand directly in front of Ophelia as I caressed her thighs.

"I'll wear the one-piece," She mumbled, biting her lips.

"That'll be a good idea, it covers more skin," I said as I stroked her cheek. I knew that it was only Ophelia and I on this island, and the reason that I wanted her to wear the one-piece was because her showing that much skin would surely not help any of us. I wouldn't be able to control myself and she'd be sorer than ever.

"Yeah..." She trailed off in uncertainty.

My eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?" I stood up straighter when I witnessed the frown on her face.

She forced a smile and shook her head, readying herself to prepare a lie.

"Don't lie to me," I growled. "Just don't."

She bit her lips and wrung her fingers, "Do you—Do you think I'm fat?" She blushed. "I mean in my lower region?" She asked shyly.

The wording of her sentence made me lick my lips for a quick second, my mind wandering to the region between her legs.

There was fat as fuck.

I knew that she didn't mean there though. "You mean like your thighs, hips, and ass?" I asked with a tilt of my head.

She nodded reluctantly, "Do you think they're too big?" She pushed. "Or do you think that the cellulite and stretch marks are disgusting?" She asked softer.

My eyes widened a fraction. Why was she suddenly asking all of these questions? Yes, her legs had a little cellulite and her thighs were coated with light stretch marks but I didn't find it disgusting at all. In fact, it was a huge turn on to me, knowing that my woman was gifted in all the right places.

"Open your legs," I said.

Her eyes scrunched together, "W-Wha—"

"Open," I breathed. "Your legs," I growled. "Now."

"Levi—"

Growing irritated with her lack of compliance, I spread her legs wide apart, hiking up my T-Shirt that she was wearing, forcing her underwear to the side, and plunging two fingers deep into her tight walls.

Her lips parted in surprise, her body reacting to my touch immediately as she arched her back, biting her lip to suppress her moans.

I gritted my teeth as I pushed my fingers deeper, desperate to hear her sounds of pleasure. She screamed out and soon after, covered a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. I gave her thigh a squeeze, caressing the bare skin, then moving my free hand to grip her ass, squeezing for dear life.

"How could I find all of this disgusting?" I continued my sweet torture as her neck hung low, breathing heavily.

"All of this? It's merely impossible. I love the feeling of your thick thighs around my waist, the feeling of your ass cupped in my palms and the feeling of my grip on your hips as I relentlessly pound into you," I gritted out just as Ophelia buried her head in my neck, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she screamed in ecstasy.

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"Does that feel good?" I whispered quietly as I stroked the soap over Ophelia's skin. We spent the rest of our day soaked and shrivelled in the chlorine water of the swimming pool. Ophelia got her hair wet many times and needed to have a shower to wash out the chemicals.

Once again, I suggested a bath, knowing that it'd be easier for her. To my surprise and delight, she shyly asked if I'd like to join her.

"Mhmm," She hummed in satisfaction.

The bathroom was dimly lit with enough light only for us to see what we were doing. The television across the room was turned on but the sound was very low, low enough just to create some noise and music in the atmosphere.

Ophelia reached across and grabbed the stem of a strawberry, which was just next to the large tub, and took a bite, later on putting the remainder over her shoulder for me to eat.

I sighed in satisfaction at our position; her naked back leaning into my chest and my arms lathering her body and hair in soap and shampoo.

I wished that we could stay this way forever. But sadly, I knew reality was only a day away, and that thought disturbed me.