We moved to the private daybed inside the fully curtained cabana, where the outside world faded into silence.
Oscar's hands were eager yet reverent as he stripped the silk dress from my body.
The fabric whispered to the floor, followed quickly by his own clothes, until we were both naked, skin hot against skin.
He pulled me down onto the daybed with him, his mouth claiming mine in growing desperation before softening into something gentler.
His body pressed me tenderly into the cushions, warm and protective rather than demanding.
One large hand slid up my ribcage and cupped my breast with reverent care, his thumb brushing slowly over the nipple as a deep, longing groan escaped his lips.
"Ivy…" he whispered against my mouth, his accent thick with yearning. "I've been dreaming of this moment.
Of touching you… of feeling every inch of you against me. You have no idea how badly I've wanted you."
He kissed me again slow, deep, and achingly.
