Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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I thanked God when Duke resumed caressing my body.

I love talking with him about anything and everything, but this was not the right time for it. I was needy and I needed him to touch me and make me scream his name in ecstasy.

Duke's hands moved under my buttocks, lifting me up toward him like I weigh nothing at all. Damn, that was hot.

I held my breath in anticipation of what's coming.

His face hovered over my intimate bush for a few long seconds before he inhaled deeply and gave me a wicked smile without breaking eye contact.

"I tasted many delicacies, but this right here...", he inhaled again. "Is the best one of all."

I felt a gush of moisture between my legs and I bit my lower lip while cursing myself for being so wanton. Just a few words from him are enough to make me heady and abandon decency.

Was there any decency in this situation?

My legs were dangling in the air around Duke, and I gripped the edges of the chaise to steady myself because only my shoulders were supported by the furniture under me as Duke held my ass.

He slowly inched toward my core that throbbed in need of his touch.

I knew what's going to happen, but I still let out a yelp when he buried his face between my legs, assaulting me with his tongue ruthlessly.

My body wanted to move in order to respond to his actions, but my balance was delicate, and I forced myself to stay still because I was completely at his mercy.

He lapped at me like a parched man and my legs shook uncontrollably for a few seconds before I saw stars in the middle of the day as intense orgasm wrecked my insides.

I couldn't even make a sound until he released me, and I gasped a few times as the Earth slowed down, and my vision returned to normal.

"You are mine", Duke said in a low voice, sounding more like a command than anything else I've ever heard.

"Yours, Mateo…", I confirmed breathily, and I saw him smile in approval.

Duke lifted me into a sitting position, and our kiss allowed me to taste myself on him. He was kneeling between my legs, and I felt his erection rubbing against my sweet spot.

I scooted more to the edge, to give him better access and he glanced down.

"Do you want it?"

His teasing smirk told me that he was enjoying my need for him.

"Do you need to ask?", I responded with a question while pressing myself against him and hoping that he won't start another chat session.

Duke's eyes were full of lust and endless love when he lifted me as he stood up.

He laid on the chaise, placing me to sit on top of him.

"If you want it, you can help yourself…", he said playfully.

I laughed in relief when I confirmed that we are not going to talk. Not with words, at least.

I was grinding on him, my clit hummed in pleasurable pulses as I spread my juices over his shaft.

"That's an open invitation, Mateo...", I said in a seductive voice. "What if I want it often? What if I never have enough?"

Duke chuckled and laid back on the chaise completely with his hands under his head. "That cock is yours only, Serina. Do with it whatever you want, whenever you want. Every part of me is only yours. You can touch me, kiss me, suck me, fuck me… as long as you don't discard me, I will not resist."

His words were outrageous and sweet at the same time, but I was too aroused to care about anything other than the hard shaft I was grinding on.

I positioned myself just right and our lustful sounds mixed as I took him in completely.

The pressure, the stretch, the friction… everything was absolutely perfect.

My hips moved on their own, as I chased my release, and whenever I slowed down, his hips urged me to continue.

His hands were not under his head for long as he started touching, caressing, kneading, and pinching my body, helping me touch Heaven over and over again.

Ah, we made good use of that chaise with me straddling Duke.

The chaise was wide just right for my knees to fit around him.

As our bodies melded wonderfully into each other, the sturdy-looking furniture released squeaky sounds that followed the rhythm of our hips, and I hoped it will not give in. It didn't.

…

It was late in the afternoon when we reached the beach.

After several mind-blowing rounds of lovemaking and a bit of cuddling, Duke and I took a quick shower to wash off bodily fluids and had fresh papaya and mango on the terrace while discussing options of what we can do with the rest of the day.

I was too tired to swim or do anything else physically demanding, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity to feel the sand between my toes.

I suggested that we build a sandcastle and Duke happily agreed.

He was sweet and supportive, and he let me pick a spot for our project.

Duke helped me flatten our 'Castle grounds', and then he went a few paces to the side and started digging to reach wet sand. He even made a small canal so that the sea water seeps into the pit he made with waves that caressed the beach.

Whenever I went to get more moist sand from the pit Duke made for us, I would find lovey-dovey messages written in the sand. From simple, 'I love you', and 'You make my life worth living', to naughty ones like, 'I love your lips around my cock', and 'Your pussy is made for me'.

I enjoyed each of those messages because they showed me exactly who Duke is. Playful, lusty, funny, caring, and mine.

Our sandcastle was nearly done by sunset, and I was doing finishing touches by decorating it with pebbles and seashells that Duke dug for me from the sand.

We were sitting on the beach, next to our castle, holding each other and enjoying the last rays of the sun for that day. It was perfect.

After another quick shower (to wash off the sand), Duke and I went inside.

He dried my hair with a towel and then we went up to the loft to snuggle on the king-size mattress (aka the bed).

"Thank you for organizing this. I love it.", I said, and Duke hummed in response while running his fingers through my damp hair.

Until that moment, I didn't realize that I needed a vacation.

In the last three years, it was always one thing or another, making me tense or busy, and I never took the time to relax and do absolutely nothing.

This was only day one, but I could tell that it was exactly what I needed. With Duke.

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