It was early when Liz woke me. The sun wasn't even out of bed yet. She coaxed me out of bed, leaving Alyssa and Kathina behind and drew me toward the deck and the waiting ocean. The sky was just starting to brighten, a slight orange tint far on the east horizon. She held her finger to her lips to keep me quiet as she drew me down the stairs and into the gentle ocean swells that were sneaking into the protected lagoon of the resort. I could see that the ocean was considerably more churned up beyond the protective reef, the sound of the surf breaking over the rough coral drowning out the sounds of nature waking on the island behind us. She led me out into the lagoon until we were nearly chest deep, and then turned to face me.
"I don't want to go home. I want to just stay here and be with you like this forever," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.
"What, naked?" I asked jokingly, getting a frown from her. "I'm sorry. That wasn't very nice."
"No, It wasn't, but if me being naked is all it takes to keep you happy, I'll stay naked all the time," she said as she stroked her hands up and down my back. "No, what I don't want to end is how you make me feel. I know it's only been a couple days, but you've already shown me more love and tenderness than the whole rest of my married life. I don't want it to stop. I don't want to lose this feeling, this connection to you."
"Do you think you will?"
"I think it's a good possibility," she whispered.
"I don't think..." I started to say, her fingers suddenly finding my mouth and covering it.
"No, don't. Please. I don't want you to say something you can't keep. I just want to go on believing that this fairytale can keep lasting, even if it is only a few hours more."
"You think it's going to go away?"
"I know it is, but I don't want to think about that yet. I want you to make love to me again, once more, here. Once more like I'm the most important woman in your life. Please?"
I didn't answer, but instead leaned my head down to kiss her. I pressed my lips softly to hers, feeling her hot breath mingle with mine, her wet tongue tease my own as I held her body tightly to mine. I could feel her breathing deepening, her hard nipples moving slightly on my chest as we both tried to breathe without breaking the embrace. Long minutes passed as we stood in the waves, slowly undulating side to side with each swell, feeling the desire grow in each of us. I felt my dick harden and press between her thighs as we continued the embrace, finally breaking it when she begged me to put it in her.
She lifted one leg, and I hooked an arm under it, spreading her legs and freeing her pussy to my touch. I gently stroked her lips, feeling her heat contrast against the warm, but still cooler water. My dick seemed to have a mind of its own, lifting and pushing up her thigh toward her lips as my finger stroked between her lips and across her clit. "Oh god don't tease me. Let me feel it," she moaned as she shifted her face so her cheek pressed to mine, her arms pulling our chests together. I agreed, it was time. I moved my fingers but a few inches, finding my hard dick and guiding it to her. I pressed my head to her opening and slowly pushed against it, bending my legs and shifting my weight to get me more vertical. The sea had washed away much of her natural lubrication, but I continued to press my head against her opening until it finally pushed into her. Little short jabbing strokes worked me deeper into her, an inch or so at a time. In and out I worked, forcing myself to be patient, forcing myself to work slowly.
"Let my leg down," she whispered. I did. I let her leg down and she closed her thighs around my cock. The two of us rocked slowly, working my cock in and out of her in short, gentle strokes. There was nothing rushed, nothing forced. I looked at her eyes and they told a story of her emotions, her desire, her want, her love. I could see from the look on her face that it was as important to her to make this good for me as it was for me to make it good for her. I knew this look because I'd seen it on my wife so many times over the years. Lying together in bed, slowly making love in the wee hours of the morning or the middle of the afternoon. It was a look I had come to enjoy, knowing that we were coupled in a way that was special to the two of us. I now saw that same look in Liz's eyes and face. For a moment it surprised me. Then I realized, this was the look I had been hoping to find when I was with a woman. Not a look of lust, not a look of desire, a look of contentment, of pleasure, of closeness. It was a look I hadn't even seen with Trish.
More surprising was that was how I felt too, as we stood there, stroking our bodies together, our thighs slapping gently under the water as we pushed our bodies toward each other. I was content. It was something I hadn't felt with anyone but my wife, except maybe Trish. I felt a little embarrassed, thinking about other women, especially Trish as I slowly made love to Liz, but the sudden feelings deep inside, in my heart couldn't help but accept that I had fallen in love with Liz. I hoped that I Trish would understand. I knew she wanted me. I knew she hoped that she and I would be the pair in the end, but in that moment I knew that wasn't what I wanted. What I wanted I had in my arms at that moment.
I could get used to her pushing me to have sex with other women, not that I needed it or even planned on looking for it. I didn't need to have sex with other women away from her, but if she wanted to share with me, I could do that. I couldn't share her with other men. I could never get used to that. Sharing her with another woman, as long as I was involved seemed much more easily accepted. She said that I was enough man for her, and she didn't need other men to make her feel complete. I believed her when she said I would be enough.
In and out, we moved my dick, pushing both of us toward climax. It wasn't hurried or rushed. I wondered what she was thinking as she closed her eyes and let the orgasm that was moments away wash over her as fully as the waves were. Her whole body spasmed and shuddered, her clit sliding along the top of my shaft with each stroke we made. I knew enough about her now to know she was coming hard, probably very wetly, though the ocean took care of that part. Her pulsating pussy was what I needed to get over the crest. Down the long hill of climax I tumbled, my body spasming and jerking as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her. Her soft moans and gasps told me she felt my offering and the smile on her lips told me she accepted my gift.
We stopped moving, just stood in the water, swaying side to side with the waves, our panting for air making our chests rub together, keeping her nipples hard between us. "I love you, Michael," she whispered. "I know I promised to not say it, but I can't help it. I do love you."
"I know," I whispered. "I see it in your face every time we make love. I see it in your face when we're cuddled together. I even see it in your face when you're being playful."
"You see it in me that often?"
"I do. You have the same look that Nancy used to have. Except when we were having a fight of course."
"We don't fight."
"We will. It's inevitable. But that's okay. As long as we make up there's nothing wrong with a little disagreement now and then. Come on. Let's go in before we turn into prunes out here."