Author's disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, and Inspector Lynley remains the property of Elizabeth George. This is written purely for entertainment, and no profit is derived nor sought.

Warning: this story is written in the erotic fiction genre. It is rated MA, and may contain graphic sex scenes, swearing and adult words to describe sexual parts. I make no apologies for this. If you read this note and still choose to read on then become offended it was your choice, no one forced you, least of all me. Not recommended for reading in public places. And please, in light of some recent reviews on M stories, no reviews telling me you got off on this - I don't need to know.

This is to satisfy the nagging of a certain Tess... Apparently, Sistersnorfl has been missed. This is the first of two chapters. I will seperate them by a few days so Tess has recoverty time... ;)

I rolled onto my side and looked at Barbara. She was asleep. Lying on her back with her arms haphazardly arranged above her head, she had tossed off the sheet allowing what small air movement there was from the open louvred windows to cool her skin. Her right foot was pressed into her left knee, and her face was turned away from mine. If she had been standing, she would have reminded me of the Indian guru we had seen in Male practising his bizarre form of meditation in uncomfortable positions.

The heat was oppressive. When I had suggested a private over-water chalet in the Maldives for our honeymoon, I had not stopped to think that it was the hottest time of year. Barbara was not a hot weather person. We had arrived yesterday but had been forced to stay overnight in Male. Despite the air conditioning there, she had little energy for anything. Sadly that included making love. Tonight we were both exhausted. The short flight from Male had taken us low over the chains of coral atolls. Each shallow lagoon was a glistening aqua jewel surrounded by deep cobalt seas that hid the sea floor over a mile below. Only the fringing reefs dotted with sand cays and small islands kept them apart.

The float plane had landed on the private lagoon accessible only from our resort. We were met by a fast boat which had whisked us to Reception. I had requested a private chalet, and for my sins, we were located at the end of the walkway, over 500 metres from the main reception and dining rooms. It was very private. The side visible from the walkway was protected by a high curved bamboo fence which surrounded the inside/outside bathroom. A huge bath was sunk into the deck just outside glass doors that swung back into a recess in the wall to allow for the entire bathroom to be open to the elements. The shower was the size of a small London flat and was in the open air on a glass floor that looked down into the water. I planned to make good use of that shower in the morning.

I glanced up at the stars through the retractable roof. I had opened it so that we could lie beneath the heavens and gaze at the beautiful path of shimmery white and deep blues that formed the Milky Way. Holding hands but otherwise not touching, we had fallen asleep.

The starlight fell on Barbara's skin highlighting the features I had come to love most. Her breasts were gentle mounds topped by soft, creaseless nipples that just barely held their shape. I blew lightly across the left one and marvelled at how it began to pucker and form. I raised myself on my elbow and leant over to give it a gentle kiss. It shrivelled and hardened while its mate stayed soft. I smiled as I wondered if I could create a matching pair just by toying with one. I ran my tongue around the edge, feeling it become taut. Carefully watching the other, I continued to kiss then suckle and finally nip at it. The other slowly reacted and stood as a proud peak on a lonely mountain.

Barbara stirred and shifted her weight slightly towards me. Her right leg straightened and her left moved towards mine, splaying herself as if inviting me between them. It was tempting, and my erection was already eager. I wanted to be buried deep inside my wife, but not uninvited. Still sucking gently on her breast, I held my hand above the junction of her thighs, allowing my fingers just to brush the bush of reddish blonde hair. Barbara grunted but did not wake. I was not planning on disturbing her, just reminding her body of how good her husband could make her feel.

My fingers grew heavier and bolder. I ran my fingertips across the curls in the same rhythm that my tongue circled her nipple. Barbara thrust up gently, and my forefinger slid into her folds. I paused. My tumescence was no longer just a pleasant side effect. I was diamond hard, and I wanted to be where my finger was resting. Barbara murmured the way she always did during foreplay. I checked, but she was still asleep, not consciously registering what was happening.

As much as I wanted to come surrounded by that glorious warmth, I wanted Barbara to want me there. My guilt about waking her was vanishing second by second. I moved my finger deeper into the silky wetness. She was so swollen and hot it was almost setting my finger alight. I ran my fingertip around the entrance to her vagina then back through the softness.

"Mmmm," she sighed.

I knew from months of lovemaking how to make her come quickly and also how to prolong it until she would beg me to release her. That was what I wanted to hear now. I wanted her to plead for relief and implore me to enter her. I began to move the pad of my finger in slow circles around her clit, gradually increasing the pressure. My tongue mimicked my finger as it lapped her nipple.

Still snoring, Barbara closed her legs until I needed force to push my finger between them. I understood. When she did that, she would then move her hips up. I reached behind me. My fingers found my pillow, and without changing the pace of my finger or tongue, I managed to pull it over. I circled her 'little man', as she liked to call it, closely. It was as erect as my 'big man', so I changed my angle and ran the whole length of my finger back and forth directly over it. Barbara let out a long sigh and bucked her hips. I was waiting and quickly slid the pillow under her bum. I knew that angle made her orgasms more intense. Soon after we had become lovers, she had confessed that she had always used her pillow when she had fantasised about me making love to her. Whether I was trying to make those fantasies real, or merely trying to ensure being with me was as good as dreaming about it, I had often employed the pillow during foreplay, and sometimes even when I first entered her.

Barbara murmured my name. It sounds ethereal and sweet. I checked again, but she was asleep. "I love you, Barbara."

"Mmmm."

"Let me show you how much."

"Mmmm."

I used the back of my fingers and thumb to press against her thighs. She relaxed her legs, and they rolled an inch apart. I resumed my gentle stroking, moving in slow circles. Barbara started to inhale long breaths and hold them before letting them out in an extended purr. I loved that sound. If I kept this up, Barbara would build quickly to her crescendo. I stopped circling and traced my finger back through the heat. This time I began to circle the entrance to the one place I wanted to be. Her leg opened a little more as she tightened her stomach muscles and raised herself.

"I love you," I whispered as I slid my middle finger in as far as the first knuckle. I expected her to wake. She groaned her approval but continued to snore. I ventured a knuckle deeper and ran my finger around the inside of her vagina. Hot, slithery perfection. I pushed in further past the firmness of her full bladder until I could feel the firm mound of her womb. One day I wanted to fill that with our child. Tonight I would use it to make my wife scream out with intense joy.

When we had first become lovers, Barbara had been incredibly shy. On our first night together, she had insisted the lights were off and that we just do the 'necessities'. Minimal experience and a lousy lover had given her low expectations. It had taken a few weeks, but I had chipped away at her conservatism, and together we had slowly explored both her body and her sexuality. She had been shocked the first time I had given her an orgasm doing little more than I was doing now. Her face had been priceless, first shocked, then shy then overtaken entirely by the sensation. It is incredibly erotic watching your lover lose control and know you are the cause.

My fingertip rubbed back and forth over her cervix. I bumped over the ridge, pressed briefly on the indentation of the entrance then over the back ridge. Three of four times I repeated it. Each time Barbara whimpered and lifted her hips upwards off the pillow. I changed my pace. Slow, then fast, then very, very slow. Barbara groaned loudly.

"Tommy?" she asked sleepily.

I knew she was not quite awake. I increased the pressure of my finger and used my thumb to flick her little man.

"Oh, Gawd... ohhhh." I had hoped to bring her to the brink and have her beg me to join in, but the shock and the pleasure in her voice made me want to continue. "Ohhh, Tommmmy... Oh! Oh, yes, oh gawd yes."

Barbara thrust her hips off the pillow and arched her back, supported by her feet and shoulders. I continued, varying my pace and pressure to keep her just below the threshold. "I love you, Barbara."

"Please, Tommy, please."

I lowered my thumb and ground it over her clit. Barbara panted hard as she scrunched the bedsheet in the hands and arched one last time before her legs clamped shut and she screamed my name. For a few seconds, I thought I might come too. Fortunately, I didn't. But Barbara did, and I was happy.

She collapsed back on the bed and stared at the sky. "I thought I was having a dream. But then it felt so real."

"It was real."

"Hmm, what a way to wake up. Thank you." She rolled over and kissed me. My erection pressed into her stomach.

"Would you like me to return the favour?"

"Only as a last resort." I ran my hand across her abdomen. "I want to bury myself in there."

"Come on then."

"Not here. Let's go outside. No one can see us."

"Hmm. I've never done it outside."

"You'll enjoy it under the stars."

"But the deck is hard."

"I was thinking of the pool."

"In the water?"

"Yes. It'll be cooler and..."

"Sexy."

I laughed. "Mmmm, I think so." I began to kiss her neck, knowing the place that would start to make her feel horny again very quickly. "Come with me."

I stood and held out my hand. Barbara took it and let me help her off the bed. We stood and kissed. My erection pressed into her stomach as I gently ground against her. "I want to be in there."

"I can tell."

"Then let's go."

She reached down and grabbed my cock and moaned approvingly. "I think I forgot to take my tablets with the changes in time zones. Do you want to use a condom?"

"No." I wanted to feel every sensation. "Would you care? If... I know it has to be your choice of timing, but I want to fill that belly with our child. Stop taking them altogether."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. And I want to start right now." I kissed her hard to emphasise my love and my need.

The pool was at the front of the chalet. Still holding me by my cock, Barbara led me out the open doors. She let go and jumped in. I dived in behind her. The water was pumped up from the sea. It was warm but still cool against my skin. There was a floating inflatable lounge sitting by the edge and Barbara scrambled onto it. "Care to join me?"

I shook my head as I grabbed the lounge and pulled it towards me. There was a ledge on one side of the pool. I towed Barbara over there and stood on the raised section. My cock stuck up above the water. Barbara understood my intention and wriggled down the plastic. It wobbled, and she rolled it over and came up laughing. She turned away from me and tried to scramble back on. Her bum jiggled delightfully in the air. Her legs were spread wide as she tried to climb back on. The moonlight shone invitingly on her wet flesh. I reached out and ran my hands down her back and over her bum, eliciting a long sigh.

"You look so hot like that."

She laughed. "I am hot."

Before she could roll over, I pulled the lounge back to me and pressed my cock into her folds. She yelped in surprise as I slid straight into her. "Oh yes, you are. Mmm, I love being in here."

She pressed back against me. "I love you being there."

I moved slowly, worried that having been on the edge for so long, I might come too quickly. Barbara had other ideas. When I pushed my hips forward, she held the side of the lounge and allowed my body to push her forward. Instead of going deeper inside her, the tip of my cock slipped right to the entrance. I took a pace forward. "Come back here."

"Make me." Barbara moved away again. This time we lost contact, and the warm water felt cool around my cock. She paddled up the pool.

"Grr!" I wasn't annoyed. Far from it. My wife had found a new way to turn me on. "Is that your game?"

I waded through the thigh-high water. Barbara had stopped at the corner of the pool. She was holding an edge in each hand and had slid off the lounge, except for her head and neck. As I approached, she spread her legs. Her invitation was clear. I pushed my cock against her and ran the tip up and down over her. Even in the water, she felt slippery and hot. I positioned myself then rammed myself into her, withdrew and did it again.

"Oh, Tommy, that's so good."

I ran my hands over her back and gently squeezed her shoulders before moving them down and around to the front. With her further back on the lounge, I had access to the glorious weight and shape of her breasts. Her nipples were erect, but as I rolled them between my fingers, they stiffened more. I pulled my cock out to the very edge of her and slowly back in as far as it would go. Her muscles tightened in waves as I played with her breasts. "You like that, Barbara?"

"Mmmm." I bent over her and nipped her shoulder. "Ow!" She pushed back against me.

"I'm going to make you come again."

"Mmm... yes... please."

I began to move faster, still bent over her but now kissing her back as I rolled her breasts in small circles. Holding the pool edge, she was wedged in position with little lateral movement, only what I would allow. Her pushes forced her hips to move up and down. Small waves hit the pool wall and rebounded, making her body roll slightly from side to side. I knew my wife, and although she was enjoying this, she was becoming frustrated.

"Is this what you need?" I ran my hand down her stomach. I paused an inch from where she wanted my fingers and tickled her skin.

"Don't tease me."

I smiled. It was going to be hard to hold on if she came around me. I moved my finger between her folds down to where my cock was still slowly moving in and out of her. "Hmm, you feel magnificent, Barbara. See?"

With my other hand, I seized one of hers and gently pulled it under the water. I guided it down so she could feel my shaft as I pulled almost out of her. She grabbed it. I pushed back inside her, but her fist only allowed me in a few inches. "Let me in there, my love."

"Why should I?"

"So I can feel all your muscles gripping me as you come." She loosened her hold, and I moved her hand so that her fingers touched her clit. I slid back into her as far as I could go. "Show me how much you want to come."

I kept my fingers over hers as she slowly began to press down and move her hand back and forth. Much to her initial embarrassment, I had asked Barbara to masturbate for me shortly after we had become lovers. It had given me a much better understanding of how to pleasure her, but had also, perhaps, more importantly, allowed her to feel safe and talk to me about what she enjoyed.

"You do it for me." She slid her hand out and placed it on top of mine. I mimicked her movements until I heard her beginning to whimper.

"Come for me, Barbara."

"Mmm..." My fingers and hips moved faster. Her head lifted as her back arched towards me. "Aaarrrrggghhhhh! Oooooohhh!"

"Oh, yes, Barbara." Her vagina gripped me forcefully in a series of contractions that felt as if she was trying to milk me. It was beautiful but dangerous. I did not want to come, not just yet. I slowly rocked my hips, moving gently inside her. Her hand encouraged mine not to stop. Finally, she sighed and let her body sink into the water.

"You didn't enjoy that?" she asked.

"Yes, I did. Very much." I pulled out of her and rolled her over before leaning down and kissing her. "I want to look at you..."

Barbara wrapped her legs around my waist forcing my hips against her. With a small adjustment, I slid right back into her. "Oh, that's good."

"Your turn."

I grinned at her and slowly pushed her backwards. With my hands around her waist to lock her to me, I stepped off the ledge into the deeper water. Her hands circled my neck as she straightened. I kissed her again, slowly and lovingly. Her back bumped against the side of the pool. This was where I wanted her. I withdrew almost entirely then pushed forward as unhurriedly as possible. I wanted this to be an expression of love, not just desire.

"I love you, Tommy."

"And I love you, so very, very much."

Within a minute Barbara's hips pushed forward. Her eyes were dilated and dreamy. She wasn't, surely? What a greedy girl. I smiled. "Again? Mmmm, yes, please."

"I... oohhh..."

Barbara's vagina pulled at me. This time I surrendered to it. She was watching me and smiling. I kissed her, and with one final nudge against her womb, I exploded inside her in a long, glorious orgasm.

We stayed joined for several minutes as we kissed.