"Sara."

She whimpered, "You know all my weaknesses." Our tongues softly rolling together, our open mouths, her bodies rocking softly together. We were slowing down, not as hungry. Sensual, slow, delicate. Soft. Lazy. A wave running up the sand of a beach, falling and rising.

I asked, "Did you miss me?"

Her lips on mine, "You have no idea."

I brought my hand higher and squeezed it over her breast, as the most exquisite moan left her. The feeling of her flesh, her nipple pressed at the center of my palm.

"Oh Jason." She groaned. Had I gone to far? She was rolling herself off my thigh, sliding in beside...