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CH 61-Freckle Juice

When they all felt like they'd had enough beach time for the day, they packed up and headed back to the condo. Everyone returned to their rooms to clean up with plans to meet in the living room to discuss dinner.

Clay immediately went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Emma followed him in and stood in front of the mirror. He had already dispensed with his suit and was utterly, gorgeously naked. He noticed that she hadn't moved but seemed to be observing her reflection very closely.

"Honey, something wrong? Did you get too much sun?"

He had worried a little about that. Emma's skin was pretty fair, and he was afraid she would get burned.

"No. I don't think so. I was just checking for freckles."

"Huh?"

"My skin tends to freckle when I get a lot of sun."

"And…"

"I hate it. I know I look young for my age and freckles don't help. Besides, people already wonder about our age difference. You don't need to look like you're dating a 16-year-old."

"Who gives a crap what anyone thinks? I don't. It's none of their business."

He grabbed her hand and pulled her flush with his body.

"And… I love your skin." His fingertips skated across her back.

"It's smooth…" He kissed her neck.

"And soft…" and now her shoulders as she felt him untying her top.

"And…sweet."

Her top fell to the floor and Clay cupped a breast in his hand and lowered his head to take her in his mouth. He rasped his tongue over her rosy tip and glanced up at her with eyes that were both tender and full of lust.

"Mmm…so, so sweet."

Emma's head rolled back, and she went weak in the knees. He licked his way across to her other breast and sucked at her hardened nipple. He released her with a pop and pulled her with him into the shower. As they stepped inside, he tugged down her bikini bottoms and tossed them onto the tile floor.

The last time he'd had the chance to be with her in the shower she'd been ill. As much as helping her wash off had turned him on, it hadn't been the right time to act on his desire. Now he intended to indulge himself. He poured her body wash into his palm and worked it into a lather. He didn't bother with a sponge or a cloth. He wanted his hands on her naked, wet skin.

He began by massaging the lather into her shoulders and down her back. His hands continued further over her firm ass.

"Is this what makes your skin so smooth baby?"

His fingers continued to sweep across her body. Emma closed her eyes as breathy sighs escaped her lips. His touch was somehow both relaxing and stimulating. Reaching a hand up around his neck she pulled his mouth down to hers. She licked at his lips and he growled in response. They stood under the spray, lips grasping and tongues tangling. Without warning Clay spun her around and pressed her back to his front. She could feel the hard length of him rubbing against her ass and lower back.

"Oh…oh…Clay."

Her voice was shaking as he enfolded her in his arms and teased her nipples with his fingers.

"As much as I love your breasts, you know which skin I love the most?"

Emma shook her head and stroked her hand up his arms, hooking her arms around his neck and wiggled her ass against him.

"Ahh, God, baby!"

Clay smoothed his hands down between her legs.

"Here, right here Emmie. The inside of your thighs. They're so creamy and silky. I love when they're wrapped around my waist or brushing against my cheeks."

He used his fingers to caress up toward her center. She turned in his arms and looked into his eyes.

"Take me to bed Clay. Make love to me."

They stepped out of the shower, dried off, and stumbled to the bed. Emma laid down on the bed and Clay settled into his favorite spot, nestled in the cradle of her thighs. He kissed her deeply and slipped into her softness. They both moaned with pleasure.

Emma bent her knees and placed her feet flat on the mattress on either side of his pelvis. Clay slid almost all the way out of her and then bottomed out with each thrust. She shifted her hips in sync with him so she could feel him in the deepest part of her.

"Ahhh…Oh, Clay!"

Emma could feel the delicious pressure inside her building. The sensations were so powerful, feeling the man she loved inside her. She closed her eyes, trying to handle the intensity. Clay could feel her body fluttering around him.

"Emmie…look at me."

He wanted to watch her, to see her as she peaked, as he made her lose control. Her eyes widened and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her cries.

He was trying to hold himself back. But watching her and feeling her body's reaction to him, pushed him over the edge as well. He called out her name as he lost himself in her.

Once he could think clearly, he withdrew from her and settled on his side. The light from the evening sun gave the room an ethereal glow.

"Em, you were right. I can see some freckles now."

"Ugh! Where?"

She half sat up and started to search over her body.

"Here…" He kissed her nose.

"And here…" Then her shoulder.

"And here," He pressed his lips to the cleft between her breasts.

"I told you babe. I love your skin, freckles and all. In fact, I might have to kiss every single one."

And he proceeded to do just that.