Chapter Seven
Jocelyn pulled herself from the azure water, rivulets of the warm liquid dripping down her bared breasts, down her belly and back and her long legs, those tiny rivers finding their way into the crevices between her thighs, another small river of water making a journey down the crack of her ass. One small cloud having danced across the sapphire sky, across the sun and melting into nothingness, left the skyward ball of fire to raise the heat against her fair-skinned shoulders.
“You’ll have to douse me with cream again, Ian, or I’ll burn to a crisp,” she said, falling to the cotton towels on the sand. He turned over, reluctant to be awakened from a dreamy sleep. But seeing his limp c**k, Jocelyn’s mouth watered as if she were eyeing candy.
“It takes such measures to maintain
