Even as we lie under the shade of an umbrella, heat rises from our bodies.

You tease a nipple with ice from your Margarita, watching me shiver as it melts between my voluptuous breasts.

Fingers flutter along my inner thighs, eliciting moans of pleasure. With heightened arousal, I can’t help but close my eyes and whisper, “I need...”

You cover my lips with yours and slip a finger into my wetness while your thumb stimulates my swollen nub. Within seconds, my body quakes from the erotic assault of your magical fingers.

“I know what you need.”

He always does.