A.N: Hello my lovelies' thank you for being such an amazing bunch. At this point on we'll assume that our freaky little couple uses 'protection' ALL the time. Without further ado, let's continue the Hamptons body party! Lol

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The drapes billowed in the after-storm breeze and the smell of rain filled the air inside the room. The intoxicating smell of their skin tangled with sex and sweat, and the sweet briny sea scent filled her nostrils. She could almost taste the humidity in the heavy air and she loved every dizzy gasp she took.

They were lying on the bedroom floor, legs tangled around damp sheets as the soft sounds of their breathing filled the room. Her cheeks were still flushed from her incredible orgasm and she could barely contain the satisfied grin splattered all over her face.

Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked at Kol, his flushed skin and his even lustier mouth. His eyes were closed, lashes fluttering in line with his breathing and the hint of a smile on his lips tugged at her lust strings again. She traced her index finger over his forehead, down the slope of his nose until she reached his lips. Slowly, she drew an outline around them and felt him shiver under her touch. When she leaned down to brush her lips against his, Kol opened his eyes and held her gaze. Brushing a hair from her face, he dragged her face down to his and smiled into the kiss. She was in ecstasy again; just a whiff of him, just the mere taste of him and her body was already speaking a heated language. Bonnie rolled on top of him, her breasts pressed against his oiled chest, warm flesh pressed against warm flesh.

"You ready for round two?" she asked, her palm pressed against the side of his face. A slow, lazy smile curved his lips.

"I've created a cookie monster" he purred, tracing his fingers down her back and sending a chill down her spine. Bonnie smiled, hiding her flushed face against his chest but her eyes sprang open when his hand squeezed her buttocks. His hooded eyes flitted across her face while his fingers slipped into her slick heat again.

"How'd you get so wet?" his smile teased her as he thrust his fingers deeper into her.

"That's all on you" she managed to reply him as she moved against his fingers, thrusting against his palm.

"Come here, sit on top of me "he murmured and beckoned her with his finger until she was straddling him.

"I want you to take me all the way inside" Kol directed, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she bit back a moan. Slowly, she drove him inside of her, mindful of every thrilling inch of him as he held her face.

"Tell me how good I feel inside you" he told her, seemingly excited by her quivering breath. His thrusts were slow, countering her hastier movements as she rolled her hips. As much as she relished the exquisite slow thrusts of his hips and the dizzying depths of him inside her, Bonnie ached to have him move faster, she wanted his hands to anchor her hips, she wanted to grind into him so hard that the mere thought of it made her head explode.

"Please…" is all she could gasp as hips danced on top of him. When her head dropped back and her shoulders collapsed, she left out a heaving sigh and dropped to his side. She was actually seeing sparks as she took in labored breaths.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, her chest rising and falling. Kol chuckled, scrambling to his feet.

"I think this calls for a drink" he said as he raked his hands through his messy hair.

"Are you angry?" She asked softly, pushing a damp curl behind her ear as she managed to prop herself up.

"Why would I be angry?" Kol paused, tanned body sleek with beautiful sweat as he stood against a silver afternoon light.

"I came and you're still, well…" her gaze dropped to his erection.

"I'm not angry" he smiled and followed her gaze with a shake of his head.

"I can try and take care of you…you know and -" she stammered, feeling somewhat guilty for following her own desires. Maybe she should have been more mindful to his feelings.

"Oh don't worry, I'll put that mouth of yours to work much later" he held out his hand and helped her to her feet. She stepped over their sheets, making her way to her luggage.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she unzipped her bag, leafing through her folded pile of clothes.

"Getting dressed" Bonnie replied, glancing at him over her bare shoulder. He strolled over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, touching his lips to her shoulder.

"There'll be no getting dressed here, Bonnie. This is officially a naked house" he simply said, taking the flimsy fabric of a summer dress and tossing it back inside the bag.

"I don't do well in naked houses" with a giggle, she allowed him to turn her around so that she could face him.

"My house, my rules" he said, tipping her chin up with his index finger.

"My body, my rules" she countered, sliding her arms around his waist and drawing him closer to her.

"If you keep disobeying me I will have to punish you" he warned with a wicked smile, cupping her face in his palms. Her stomach clenched as she arched an eyebrow to his scandalous invitation.

"Punish me?" she blew out a shaky breath, anticipating the delicious challenge.

"I might handcuff you to a naughty corner and leave you there all night with no pudding" He didn't remove his hands from her face as he reprimanded her like a teacher would a naughty school girl.

"I like pudding; in fact I'm starting to love pudding" Bonnie licked her lower lip, pressing harder against him. Holy crap, the man was still as hard as bricks and yet they were still yapping when they could be doing other things with their time.

"Perhaps I'll put you over my knee for a good hiding" his smile broadened, his thumb tracing a line down her cheek.

"But for now, it's off to the kitchen for you" he pulled back with a wink that left her deflated.

"Like this?" she laughed, opening her arms. He folded his arms against hi chest, his head cocked to the side to access her. As if content by what his eyes took in, he inched closer to her and grabbed her lush buttocks with one hand.

"Yes, butt naked and horny" the sultry heat in his eyes stiffened her nipples but the slap he gave her buttocks delighted her and made her blush.

"This is a cruel and unusual punishment" she giggled as she ran past him.

-oOo-

"What brought you to New York?" Kol asked as he opened the refrigerator. She had parked her bare ass on a spot next to the sink so she could be close to him while he rifled through the fridge. He didn't take his eyes off her as he took out a can of whipped cream from the fridge.

"Why does anyone move to New York?" she teased her red wine sloshing around her glass as she poured the drink. Kol gave her a look and she rolled her eyes and took a hearty sip.

"I wanted to do something important with my life" she said with a small shrug of her shoulders.

"Like writing an article about 101 sex positions?" he asked, retrieving a tray of ripe strawberries from a bottom drawer in the fridge and she thought she heard a very distinct snort in his comment.

"Don't be mean" Bonnie chuckled, kicking him lightly on his thigh.

"I'm not being mean, I'm being honest" he walked over to the butcher island to set the contents of the fridge down. She watched him disappear inside the wine cellar and then reappear again with two bottles of Perrier champagne.

"Do you want to have drinks somewhere tonight, maybe see the summer crowds?" he asked, his hip brushing her knee as he opened the fridge again. Bonnie shrugged, observing him with furrowed brows. He placed the champagne inside the fridge, took out a small bottle of honey and a can of peaches and paused to smile at her.

"The Hamptons are always bustling with movie stars this time of the year." He told her matter-of-factly, "If that's your thing"

"What would make you think that's my thing?" she bit her lip, her gaze trekking lower as Kol walked to the island again.

"Because your friends seem like the type that would care if Matthew McConaughey was in town" he grinned, looking up at her with a wink before garnishing a strawberry with a dollop of whipped cream.

"So what, birds of a feather?" she quizzed him as she climbed off the sink and approached him with her glass in her hand.

"You seem offended. It's just an observation. I'm not judging" he looked amused while he bit into the fat strawberry.

"You don't like my friends" she said, brows furrowed but intensely aware of his outstretched tongue licking the cream around his bottom lip.

"I think your friends are fascinating" he said and she couldn't tell if he was serious or merely mocking her.

"Good because they like you" she narrowed her eyes, inching closer to him.

"Everyone likes me" Kol chuckled and sprayed another shot of cream on a strawberry. He held the fruit out so that she could bite into it. Bonnie chewed on the ripeness of it, running her tongue over her lips as her eyes fixed onto his.

"Are you making pie?" she asked, obediently licking the cream he offered from his index finger.

"No, it's a little recipe I picked up in Havana" his gaze stayed fixed on her, a smile toying with his lips while she sucked his finger.

"You'll love it" he said, finally taking back his finger from her. She fought the urge to catch his wrist again, battled the impulse to grab him, the need to kiss him and fuck him right there on the kitchen floor.

"What's the subject of your next article?" Kol asked and she shook her head in an attempt to concentrate on the present moment between them.

"I thought you said my column was artless and pretentious" her lips edged up into a teasing smile, her eyes pinned to his hands as he assembled the strawberries into a small bowl.

"Never. I find it titillating and highly informative" he chuckled, cracking open the can of peaches. She watched as he dipped a peach slice into the whipped cream before offering it to her. Bonnie took another big bite and watched as he relished the rest.

"I'm writing about the perfect cock" her voice was hoarse, her pulse hastening as they melted each other with their heated gaze.

"Thank you" he winked and reached for a bottle of honey after piling the peaches on top of the strawberries.

"I wasn't talking about yours you cocky bastard" Bonnie cocked an eyebrow, smiling at him over the rim of her wine glass.

"Open your mouth "he ordered and obediently, she stretched out her tongue so he cold drizzle the honey on it.

"Suck" he told her and Bonnie opened her mouth to take in his finger. Wrapping her fingers around his finger, she twirled her tongue around it, lapping up the sweet juices before taking him into her mouth again and again.

"I could get used to this" she murmured, syrup dribbling down her chin.

"Careful, I might just shackle you to the bed and keep you here so I can have my way with you" he growled, heating gaze peeling her flesh, "Whenever I want"

"Maybe I find the thought of being kidnapped erotically seductive" Bonnie breathed and stepped even closer to him, her wide green eyes never leaving his curious gaze.

"Careful what you wish for Miss Bennett" one corner of his lips curved up as he watched her closely, "Now, less talking and more sucking"

It didn't take long before they found themselves in the hot shower, cleaning off the mess from their food foreplay. Kol took her in the shower, from the back with her face plastered against the glass door and she loved every single fucking minute of it.

-oOo-

The smell of curried prawns travelled over the house, meeting her nostrils.

"There's something sexy about the rain" Kol said, stretching out a hand to catch the falling drops. She broke apart a grilled baguette and sopped up the broth as she observed him from her position in the hammock.

"Very sexy" she replied, taking a bite as her eyes roamed his body. He was clad in his Ralph Lauren boxer shorts and looked like a model cut-out of the boys she used to drool over growing up.

"You miss your parents?" he asked, taking a puff from his cigar.

"Yeah, sometimes" she nodded, her eyes flitting over his cool exterior. She studied the elongated slender stem of her wine glass as her hand cradled its bubble bowel. She loved the flared bowel of the oversized wine glass because it meant that it could hold more wine. She admired its deep, burgundy color and when she took a sip, the bouquet of blackberries and chocolate made her toes curl. She was happy and content, she thought as her eyes wandered back to him to study his profile as he smoked his cigar and watched the sea. She turned her gaze to the ocean through the haze of the downpour. Then closing her eyes, she settled to the fragrant scent or rain soaked sand.

Later, they snuggled under a fluffy, soft camel-hair throw as they watched waves crash along a jagged shoreline. The hammock swayed and Kol murmured while he played with her hair.

"Let's agree on a safe word" Bonnie purred against his chest.

"A safe word?" he breathed against her forehead.

"It's a word that we'll use when either of us wants to end the relationship" she said softly, pressing her body tightly into his nook.

"How about we just do the adult thing and walk away. No safe words" his voice caressed her skin and mad her want to crawl inside him, to the very spot that made him, him.

"Will you tell me?" she asked, searching.

"Tell you what, sweetheart?" he asked absent mindedly.

"When you want to walk away…will you tell me?"

"Why?"

"So I can give our relationship a proper burial" she lowered her voice even more, drowned by the soft sounds of the rain.

"Okay." Kol agreed and continued to sway the hammock.

"Promise" she said and draped her arm around his waist.

"I promise"