Mara was breathing so hard her breasts jiggled.
I lowered my head and dragged my tongue up her folds. The flavor of ice cream and Mara deluged my senses, the taste so incredible I couldn't stop myself from groaning and devouring her with more hunger. She opened her thighs for me even more, diving her fingers into my hair. Ice cream. Mara cream. Nothing better in the whole world. I licked my way up to her clit, closed my lips around it, and sucked every last drop of everything off her flesh.
Her body tensed.
Licking, lapping, suckling, so drunk on the flavor of her that I couldn't stop.
"Oliver!" she shouted as her climax rocketed through her. She clutched my head so tightly her nails dug into my scalp.
I kept going until she went limp on the island. Then I lifted my head to look at her, breathing hard, my cock demanding I feed it some of Mara too. She lay there sprawled on the cold metal surface, her eyes closed, her mouth open, an expression of pure satisfaction on her face.
God, I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Voices echoed from down the hall.
"Shit," I hissed. "It's game time."
"What time?" Mara said, sounding as blissfully dazed as she looked.
"Game time. It's a weekly event where guests play board games in the entertainment room."
I could not go out there in my current condition.
The voices got closer, but then faded as everyone veered off into the entertainment room. It was two doors down from the kitchen.
Mara sat up, draping her arms around my neck. "I don't care who's out there listening. You need to finish fucking me. Right now, Oliver."
If she hadn't called me Oliver, maybe I could've said no.
Yeah, I didn't believe me either.
Mara took my dick in her hand and raked her thumb over the head. "Do it now, Oliver."
How did she make my name sound like the dirtiest word on earth?
I pulled away from her just long enough to get a condom out of my pants pocket. Once I'd rolled it on, I nestled between her thighs, feeling her heat penetrate the latex. The sensation drove me crazy. And I hadn't even gotten inside her yet.
"Now, Oliver, please."
With a long, guttural groan, I thrust inside her, pushing in all the way until I couldn't go any further. Her hot body molded to my cock, and she latched her legs around my hips. With her breasts mounded against my chest, I couldn't hold back for one more nanosecond.
I spun us around, pinned her to the fridge, and fucked her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth open, that blissful expression taking over her face again.
Thrusting, thrusting, harder, faster. The sucking sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the kitchen while she flung her arms around me, her nails digging into my back. I flattened my palms on the stainless steel fridge, pumping and pumping, the pressure inside me so intense I knew I'd blow any second. Wait for Mara. I tried to do that, tried so damn hard I was gritting my teeth.
Just when I thought I'd go off before she did, Mara came with a strangled scream. I sealed my mouth over hers to muffle her cries---and my own. I came so hard I swore I saw stars flashing behind my eyelids. A couple more thrusts did me in. I sagged against the fridge with Mara crushed between my body and the steel surface.
I let my forehead fall onto her shoulder. "Oh God, Mara."
She hugged my head and kissed my temple. "That was incredible, Ollie."
No idea how I managed to move, but I did. I raised my head and kissed her softly. Then I withdrew from her body, set her down on the floor, and discarded the condom.
A throat-clearing drew our attention to the doorway.
Damian stood there with his hand over his eyes. "Didn't see a thing, I swear." He peeked through his fingers, smirking. "Well, not much."
I expected Mara to get embarrassed and run away.
She surprised me again, laughing as she said, "Oh well, this is a nudist resort. Damian was bound to see me naked sometime."
"Thought you didn't want to go nude in front of the other guests," I said.
"I've been thinking I might give it a try. As part of my self-liberation campaign."
Damian snickered. "Yeah, Mara, you get as liberated as you want."
I flashed him a scowl, which he saw since the ass was still peeking through his fingers. Then I pulled Mara into the corner farthest from Damian and whispered, "He might've seen what we were doing a minute ago."
She glanced at Damian. Though her cheeks turned a little pink, she shrugged and said, "So what?"
"You're seriously okay with that."
"Uh-huh." She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. "You make me feel brave and sexy and safe."
"You don't need me for that. You are brave and sexy, all on your own."
Damian pretended to gag. "If you two are going to make out, I'll head back to the games before I hurl all over this nice shiny floor." He looked at Mara. "I really didn't see whatever you two were doing. I heard weird squeaking noises and thought I should check it out. You were both standing there naked when I walked in."
Squeaking noises? I kind of remembered something like that, but my brain had been offline at the time. Mara's skin must've squeaked on the stainless steel fridge.
"Get out of here," I said, waving for Damian to leave.
He grinned and skedaddled.
"What should we do?" I asked Mara.
She puckered her lips like she was thinking hard, then she smiled again. "Let's take a shower."
I scooped her up.
Damian ducked back into the kitchen. "I've got a sudden yen for cleaning a kitchen."
My best friend was offering to clean up after the mess I'd made with Mara, which I hadn't even thought to clean up myself. My brain still hadn't ramped up to full power yet.
"Thanks, man," I said. "You're an
