No [ he agrees, smiling like a besotted fool at her happy laugh as he brushes her hair aside, sighing heavily at how good her hand feels. ] You are blissfully real. And offering me a very precious thing.

[ He gets the rest of her clothes off, then sits back to pull off his shirt and cast his pants aside.

Fully naked, the sea breeze runs pleasantly over him. His calloused hands span over her, sighing as he sits and tips his face against her breasts. ]

You can have me just as often. But I think you already knew that. Come here. I want to feel you. [ He guides her toward his lap, kissing his way from her sternum back up to her lips, slow but nipping teasingly as he goes. Every happy sigh or breathy laugh is a victory that makes him hum in appreciation. ]