Things quieted down and her mind drifted to thoughts of him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him close. She wanted to feel her heart beat against his. She had always held back, for so many different reasons at so many different times. Fear, insecurity, guilt... they all crept in and prevented her from taking what she wanted. But tonight was different, tonight she wanted to get carried away. She was ready. Very ready. The fact was she wanted him, They wanted each other.
When they returned to the resort, they found the air-conditioning had gone out in the suite. Even opening the windows and the balcony door was not helping with the heat. He decided that maybe a shower would help. He ran the shower water until a light steam curled over the glass door. She was still out in the other room thinking that this was not how it was supposed to happen, but she wasn't going to let this stop her. He was standing under the luke warm stream when, above the sound of the running water, he heard the radio. Soft jazz filled the bathroom. He leaned back against the cold tile wall knowing she was coming to him. The bathroom light went off. She came to him as a mistress might come to a man, sensually, and thoughtfully, with a deliberate slowness meant to stimulate him. In the darkness he could not make out any expression on her face. He went to speak, but she placed her finger to his lips to silence him and pressed herself firmly against him. They stared into each other's eyes, her heart pounding and her breath uneven. She ran her nails delicately down his back, and along his arms pulling them more tightly together. She was careful, tentative with him. They echoed each others explorations. Steam swirled around them. They held each other closely, the water running warmly. She looked up at him. His eyes had adjusted to the dim light and he saw the unmistakable expression on her face: desire, wonder, intrigue. Their lips met, an amazing and welcome sensation. Her knees felt weak. Every sense was heightened. The fragrance of his skin. The hardness of his muscles. The taste of desire. The sound of breath catching. The shadows cast on the walls. The water falling around them. She immersed herself in all of it. He touched her with his fingertips. Tracing the lines and the curves. He skimmed her jaw, her throat, the slope of her shoulders. He cradled her breasts in his hands, then let his touch move downward, over her ribs, over the flair of her hips. Kissing across her eyelids, and down her face to her neck. His hands explored further finding her warm and welcoming. She whimpered with need. She felt herself completely give in to him, wanting him to do what he wished, what he desired. She knew she was his from that point on, no exceptions. They sunk to the floor of the shower. One arm placed around behind her head, he bent and took her nipple in his mouth. He coaxed it with his tongue, eliciting small cries of excitement from her. His knee moved her legs apart and he settled his hips against hers. Her breath fluttered in her throat, but not with fear anymore, with anticipation. She opened herself and offered herself to him fully. And he filled her. Slowly. Inch by inch. His eyes on hers. Giving her his maleness, being welcomed and embraced by her warmth and tightness. He pressed deeper and deeper until she gasped his name. It went on forever. It could never have lasted long enough for her. They moved together body to body, need to need. He groaned and shuddered in ecstasy. She soared to a dizzying height of pleasure. She lost herself in the bliss, in the heat. She gave herself over to desire, thought nothing of right and wrong. She thought only of him.