Stepping out on to the wooden deck, Ali adjusted her sunglasses against the glaring midday sun. Her sandals made a soft thwapping noise as she made her way around the pool to where Sam lay drying off. As soon as they arrived at the resort, Sam had bee lined for a swim to wash off the hours of travel.

The plane ride to Fiji had been long but they had managed to sleep most of the way. Ali was torn between the carbon footprint from a private jet and the joy of its creature comforts. The boat ride from the main island to the Harrington's compound resort was not quite luxury but it was much shorter.

When Sam had suggested getting out of town, all he had told her was to pack for the beach. The thought of sitting on the sand, letting the sun warm her skin had appealed to Ali. New York had many attractions to keep its patrons entertained during the cold winter months, but sitting by the seashore was not one of them.

She missed the simple pleasure of having the ocean accessible to her. Ali could smell the ocean now. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled. This was heaven.

Looking down on Sam, relaxing with his eyes closed on a chaise lounger, Ali was content for a moment to follow the progress of a few droplets of water running down the ridges of his chest. When they disappeared into the folds of his bathing suit, Ali decided it was time to initiate her plan.

Clearing her throat, Ali started to undo the ties of her cover-up. Sam's eyes popped open revealing her favourite green irises and he smiled up at her. "Find what you were looking for?"

Grabbing the edges of the material, Ali pulled open the cloth covering, revealing her ruby red bikini. "I did."

The article of clothing had the desired effect. The lazy look on Sam's face turned from surprise and then to desire. The latter was reminiscent of the last time he had seen her in this outfit. The day they had first met. "Is that..." Sam licked his lips instead of finishing his sentence.

"It is." Ali took off her sunglasses, placing them on the empty lounger sitting beside Sam, before looking at them pointedly. "I thought we could finish what we started before we were interrupted last time."

Turning away from Sam, Ali slowly sauntered towards the bedroom she had just exited. She heard the sound of wood scraping against wood as Sam leapt out of his seat and followed her. Excitement crept up her spine as she danced through the doorway and waited.

"Your sunglasses," Sam teased, his hot breath tickling her neck where he was about to place a kiss.

Twisting away from him, she put some distance between them. "Un uh." Confusion creased Sam's handsome face. She doubted her plan for a moment. She could just give in right now and she would have no regrets. Ali bit her lip in indecision.

The action made Sam laugh out loud. His response reinforced her determination and made Ali's mind up for her. She wanted to try.

Ever since the night in the club, when Sam had made her watch herself react to his touch, Ali had been looking for a way to give Sam a similar experience. Sam always made her body sing. For once, she wanted to make him go wild with desire. Deciding to take control, she was going to tease him until he begged to be released.

"Don't you remember? There's a rule."

"Oh, I remember alright. No talking." He started toward her. Ali put her hand up, signalling him to stop. Sam did and cocked his head to the side, remaining silent.

"New location," Ali looked around, "New rule. This time... no touching."

Sam shook his head and resumed his trajectory. "Sorry my love, not going to happen."

"Wait!"

He did.

"Do you trust me?"

A perplexed look filtered across Sam's face. "Yes."

"Then you can touch...eventually."

"Okay," Sam agreed somewhat reluctantly.

"Good. So, no touching until I say so," Ali reinforced. Sam nodded in agreement. "Now, where shall we start?"

Sam's gaze dropped to her chest and this time it was Ali's turn to laugh. "As requested."

Running her finger across her chest, Ali traced the outline of her breast against the fabric of her bikini, enjoying the sensation herself. It wasn't as good as when Sam did it, but watching him reacting to her movements added to the moment. This was going to work.

Reaching up, she untied the knot holding the bikini top together, letting the crimson material fall loose. Trying to hold the bra in place over her chest, she shifted her position.

Sam watched her intently as she cupped her own breast in her hand and gently squeezed it.

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed. "You said no touching."

"Oh, I meant you. I definitely get to touch." Sam's eyes shone with interest. "You like this...these" she grasped one breast in each hand, "don't you?"

Sam nodded quickly, maybe unable to articulate a simple yes as he was so entranced on the location of her fingers and what they were doing.

"Perhaps you'll get your turn. If you are a good boy." Using her thumbs to massage the most tender parts, she closed her eyes for a moment to revel in the reaction to her own touch. "They do feel ...good." She pressed her breasts together for emphasis, not that Sam needed any more enticement. The fingers on one of his hands twitched as he traced his lips with his other. The way he was drinking her in made Ali's insides quiver.

This time, Sam was able to form words. "Oh, Ali"

Sam moved towards her, hand outstretched. Ali shook her head. "I didn't say you could touch yet." Putting on her best sexy but stern teacher's voice. "Now we have to start all over again."

"Please..." It was a strangled appeal, Sam barely able to stay still.

The way Sam said the word caused a shiver to run through her. It was hard to resist his request. It would be so easy, so pleasurable to let him have his way with her. Ali always wanted to give him whatever he desired. She wavered for a moment, trying to decide again whether or not to surrender.

"You'll have to earn it."

Sam's jade eyes widened with anticipation. Ali lazily surveyed Sam's body, trying to buy time to decide how to tease him next. Noticing the tent that was forming in his swimsuit, Ali figured she could at least offer some relief there.

"Take those off," she ordered. Sam complied, quickly shimming out of the shorts, leaving him completely exposed. Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of his erect manhood. Now she wanted to touch. But she had to find a way to keep Sam and herself under control. "Lie back and close your eyes."

"But Ali..."

"Are you going to make me ask again?" she said playfully but sternly.

Sam sank into the bed and releasing a deep breath, he shut his eyelids. She moved closer, standing before him.

"That's better," Ali complimented while removing her bikini bottoms and discarding them with the top. Wanting to try something, to tease Sam but not touch quite yet, Ali held her hair back, bent down and blew on Sam's penis. His reaction was instant, hips bucking off the bed and a sharp intake a breath. She repeated the action and Sam whined, in frustration or fascination, Ali wasn't sure.

The feeling of control over Sam was heady. She wanted to continue, try something else, cause another reaction. Leaning in, only a hair's breadth away, she whispered in his ear. "Do you want me to touch you?"

Sam's answer was instant. "Yes."

Trying to find a way to prolong the tension, Ali pondered how to play with other sensations. If this was a cheesy porno there would be a feather or whip she could play with. Looking around the room, she found nothing to substitute. Letting go of her hair, she dangled the ends over his chest and slowly dragged them lightly down and back up his body.

Sam sighed. "What was that?"

"Did you like it?" she teased in his ear.

Sam nodded.

"More?"

Sam nodded again; his lips pressed tightly together.

Closing the gap, Ali gently kissed his earlobe. Sam started at the contact but soon relaxed, a small sigh escaping his lips.

Resisting a smile, Ali moved lower, tracing the curve of his neck with soft wet kisses along the straining muscles she found there. He shifted to give her better access, his sigh turning into a low moan. The sound caused butterflies to swarm in her stomach.

Encouraged by his reaction, Ali dipped down and pressed her lips against the warm skin above his heart. Lingering longer than her previous kisses, Ali created a little suction causing a faint wet popping sound when she finally released him.

Repeating the action, she slowly trailed kisses along the line in between his chest and down his torso. Sam shivered in anticipation before her lips touched his skin as she progressed further down his body. Pausing at Sam's pelvis, she concentrated on that spot, bringing her tongue into the mix. Sam writhed beneath her.

Not meaning to, but unable to deny herself any longer, Ali reached out and stroked Sam's manhood. The stretched skin was silky and supple. Sam swore under his breath, his body straining to stay still, fists balled.

That touch broke Ali's measured restraint and suddenly she couldn't wait another minute to have Sam inside her. "Don't move," Ali demanded as she climbed on the bed and hovered over his lap. Taking him fully in her hand, she asked, "You ready?"

Sam spat through tense lips. "Please, Oh ... Ali, please."

She moved to fulfill his request, but not in the way he expected.

Holding his penis, she moved herself over it and rubbed the tip into the crevices of her feminine folds. Sam let out a long hiss and squirmed beneath her, trying to maneuver himself into her.

"Do you want more?" Ali could hear the shake in her own voice.

"Yes," It came out breathy.

Ali lowered herself, expanding, engulfing him. Now it was Ali's turn to groan with delight. The connection was exquisite, the two of them becoming one, the emotion still overwhelming to her. This was where she wanted to spend eternity.

Arching her back, Ali placed her hands behind her on the bed for support and tested moving to create friction. The sensation was thrilling and already she could feel herself heading towards a climax.

"Ali, I need..."

Ali didn't let him finish, in tune with what they both wanted. "Yes, Sam, yes." 

Immediately, his hot hands grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, driving himself into her, deeper and deeper. Together they thrashed in unison, furiously. Too soon Ali felt Sam tense beneath her, followed quickly by the internal pressure of the physical manifestation of his orgasm.

As Sam's cry of satisfaction subsided, Ali tried to find a way to relieve the tension still built up inside of her. Sam came to her rescue, curling himself up to press his chest against her, he slid his hands into her hair and pulled Ali into a passionate kiss. It was intense. She could feel Sam's love for her pouring out through his touch and within moments Ali found herself spinning out of control, sending spasm after spasm shooting through her body.

Completely spent, Ali succumbed to Sam's guidance, letting him scoop her up in his arms, covering her body with his, pressing her back against him, skin on skin contact everywhere. Ali could feel Sam's heart pounding inside his chest. Puffs of air brushed against her neck in between soft, wet kisses as Sam whispered sweet somethings.

"My love..." Kiss. "That was..." Kiss. "You're amazing." Kiss. "...love you beyond..." Kiss.

Ripples of euphoria racked Ali, leaving her unable to respond to Sam. She tried to articulate her feelings, how much he meant to her, how she hadn't known what love was before him, how mind-blowing what they had just done was, but only soft sounds emitted from her. Bliss overtook her, leaving her speechless. 

Hi everyone! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy.  This chapter came a bit out of the blue.  I always wanted to play out the fantasy from the first book's opening scene.  However, my mind dreamed up this twist on the theme.  I may be experiencing a lack of connection these days and this was my brain's way of filling in the gap. Does it work?