"Turn over," he rasped, and Donna shivered in anticipation.

She obeyed wordlessly, her face sinking into the pillow. Josh pushed himself up so that his arms framed her body, and then she felt the brush of his lips on the skin of her back. Hot breath and wet lips against her skin and he meandered his way down, slowly, kissing her shoulder blades, her spine, the small of her back, the beginning swell of her buttocks. From that vantage point he traced a line with his tongue up to the nape of her neck, then traveled back down again, blowing gently on the wet trail he'd left. She gasped; he took that as an invitation to snake his arm around to her front, his hand searching for her sex. She lifted her hips to give him access; he stroked her with his fingers as his mouth and tongue pressed kiss after wet kiss to her back.

Donna made a muffled sound into the pillow and moved against his hand, trying to increase the friction. But he pulled away instead, and she could sense him getting on his knees behind her. Knowing what he wanted, knowing what she wanted, she braced herself up on her forearms and positioned herself so that he could push his way inside of her, which he did, slowly, giving her time to adjust.

They were motionless for a moment, savoring the feeling; then Donna felt Josh's fingers dig into her hips, and he withdrew nearly all the way out of her, then pushed back in. She licked her parched lips and moaned involuntarily when he pulled and pushed again.

"This okay?" she heard him ask.

"Yes," she bit out.

At that he started to pump into her in a steadier rhythm, pushing her forward, his groin slapping against her ass, his breathing harsh and heavy. He was hot and full inside of her and her clit throbbed so much it was painful. She tried to reach down to touch herself, to get some relief, but had trouble doing so in her current position. Josh sensed what she was trying to do and lowered his upper body so that he was pressed against her back. He braced himself with one hand on the mattress beside her, and with the other reached around to find her clit.

"Oh my god," Donna whispered when he found the right spot. She covered his hand on the mattress with her own and moved with him, pushing forward against his fingers, back to take in his cock, and oh god it was too much, it was so good. "Yes," she whispered, and he groaned in response, speeded up his movements, and his fingers were fire against her clit and his cock was fire inside of her and she squeezed her muscles around him and Josh said "Holy fuck," and she said "Oh god," and then she was coming, lights sparking against her eyelids, her body twitching uncontrollably, and soon after he came, too, flooding her with wet heat.

They froze in place, then deflated in place, too, Donna flopping into the mattress, Josh flopping on top of her, still inside of her. They were both breathing hard, interspersed with tiny moans of aftershock.

"That was -- " Josh started.

"Yeah," Donna said. If it wasn't the best they'd ever been, it was pretty damn close.

"Vacation is really off to a good start," Josh panted, and Donna couldn't help but agree.

*****

Josh emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair in damp tousled ringlets, his bare chest still gleaming with moisture from the shower. Donna bit her lip and decided she wasn't in quite such a hurry to go down to breakfast after all.

"Have you seen my watch?" he asked, casting his eyes over the junk scattered across the top of the writing desk.

"It's right here," she said, grabbing it from the nightstand beside her and getting up from the bed. She walked over to him, but instead of handing him the watch, pressed her lips to his.

He returned the kiss eagerly, his toothpaste-flavored tongue sliding against hers and his arms stealing around her waist. Donna reached behind him to drop the watch down on the desk, then concentrated on running her hands over his chest, soft flesh and hard muscle beneath her palms. He made an appreciative sound and pressed into her, the towel dampening the front of her pants.

She grazed his nipples with the pads of her thumbs; he swallowed a moan, and she could feel him begin to harden beneath the towel. He smelled clean and fresh and his skin was warm beneath her touch and she wanted him so very badly.

Feeling strangely compelled to do so, Donna pulled her mouth from his and dropped to her knees, pulling the towel off of him with one swift movement.

"Donna," he yelped, and then, as she took him into her mouth, a very different tone of voice: "God, Donna."

Donna didn't respond, just proceeded to suck gently on his half-erect cock, coaxing him to full hardness, then alternated between sucking the tip and running her tongue up and down the rigid shaft. She looked up and saw Josh lean back slightly, his hands gripping the edge of the desk to help keep himself upright. His mouth was agape, his breathing rapid, his eyes closed. Complete surrender. She liked the look of it.

She closed her mouth around him and then cupped his balls with her free hand; his eyes snapped open and he looked down at her, desire and surprise warring in his gaze. She pulled back and licked him again, running her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft, her eyes on his until she finally grew self-conscious from the force of his need reflected there, and she had to close her eyes and concentrate on what she was doing.

One of his hands left the desk and caressed the top of her head; then his hips began to thrust ever so slightly, not so much as if he were actively trying to fuck her mouth, but more like his hips were moving in reflex, molding to the rhythm of her attentions.

"You're amazing," she heard him whisper, and a thrill of power rolled through her.

And then the only sounds in the room were the suck of her lips on his cock and his intermittent sighs, until -- "I'm gonna," Josh stammered, "I'm gonna --" And with a low groan and spasmodic jerks of his hips he came in her mouth, and she quickly swallowed the viscous, sour fluid, and swallowed again, and again, and then it was over, and she tried not to think about the taste in her mouth or the ache in her jaw but only the way she'd just made him feel.

And when she raised her head and saw the look on his face, she resolved to do everything she could to see that expression as often as possible.

*****

Josh walked back up to their spot on the beach and grabbed his towel to dry himself off. "Water's great," he said.

Donna shaded her eyes with her hand as she looked up at him. "I'll go in in a little bit," she said. Her magazine was facedown on the mat beside her; she was lying on her back, delectable in a blue and brown bikini. The faded scar tissue on her leg and torso were barely visible in the shade provided by the umbrella; he'd been relieved to discover she wasn't overly self-conscious about it. It had certainly taken him long enough to get comfortable taking his shirt off in public, after.

And then he wondered why the hell he was thinking about such things on a day like this. He finished drying himself off and dropped onto his own mat, the towel drawn around him.

"You look good," Donna said.

He glanced at her in surprise. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She rolled over onto her side, facing him, propping her head up with her elbow. "I figure if I tell you when you look terrible, I should probably tell you when you look good, too. Seems only fair."

"So noted. And appreciated. I think." Inscrutable woman. He rolled over onto his side, too, and raked his gaze up and down her body. "You look pretty good yourself," he said, and leaned in for a kiss.

It was a gentle kiss at first, a mere meeting of lips, but then Josh put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, drawing his towel over them both, and they kissed harder, more urgently, until they finally had to come up for air.

"You look really good," he murmured, noting the way her nipples had hardened beneath her bikini top. He reached up to brush his thumb over the raised bump, and her breathing hitched. Which was a sound that always made him crazy. He trailed his hand down to the top of her bikini bottom.

"Josh," she warned.

"Don't worry," he said. For he was a man of ideas. He adjusted the beach towel so that it safely covered the middles of their bodies, then inched even closer to her and slipped his hand beneath the bikini fabric.

"Josh," she said again. "People will see --"

"No they won't," he said. He pressed two fingers into her warm folds, and her fingernails dug into his upper arm. "Relax."

"I can't --" she said, but her eyelids were fluttering.

He placed his fingers on either side of her clit and began stroking her with short, gentle movements, trying to appear as unobtrusive as possible to anyone who might pass by. Donna's lips parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten them, and it was just about the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He worked his hand down and dipped one finger inside of her, making her gasp. He withdrew the wet finger and moved back up to her clit, and started circling it insistently, feeling her body tighten.

"Look at me," he whispered. "Don't think about anything else."

She obeyed, meeting his eyes, her lips still parted, her gaze dull with arousal. Their faces were so close; all he could see was her face, her mouth, her changeable eyes. "Josh --" she gasped.

"Sssh." He increased the pressure of his fingertip.

Her jaw dropped, her body seized, and he covered her mouth with his as she came, swallowing her soft cries of gratification.

He kept kissing her long after her spasms subsided, simply enjoying the taste and feel of her. He didn't know a whole hell of a lot these days, but one thing he did know was that he never wanted to take kissing Donna for granted. Her mouth worked against his, soft and warm and wet.

Finally they parted. Donna's hand fell away from where it had been resting against his cheek.

"Thank you," she said, looking away from him, seemingly embarrassed.

"That was most definitely my pleasure," he said. He pulled his hand out of her bikini bottom and placed it on the small of her back. "So, want to come back in the water with me?"

"I think I'd rather take you back to our room," she said evenly.

It was his turn to lick suddenly dry lips.

*****

Donna awakened to the sensation of Josh's hand caressing her hip.

They'd fallen asleep with Donna's head on Josh's chest, but some time during their grief-induced nap they'd shifted so that she was lying on her side, with Josh spooned up behind her.

"Are you awake?" he whispered against her ear.

She nodded. She was still wearing the terrycloth bathrobe she'd put on after her shower, and Josh now moved his hand to loosen the knotted belt. She helped him untangle it, then drew in a breath as his hand touched her bare skin. He pulled half of the robe back over her hip, then ran his hand up and down her torso, cupping her breast, then trailing his fingers downward again. She bit her lip, swallowed hard as his fingertips traced fire on her skin with feathery touches on her abdomen, beneath her breasts, over her nipples. He stopped long enough to peel the robe off of her completely, helping her roll over enough to slip it off her body, before returning her to her previous position. He pressed up against her and ran his hand over her bare hip, her belly, her thigh. When his hand found her sex, she moaned and parted her legs to accommodate him. He stroked her there, caressing her folds, gliding his finger over her clit.

She reached down to cover his hand with hers, wanting to feel him touching her, and directed his movements, showing him a rhythm that she liked. He stroked her until she was wet and tingling and breathing heavily through her mouth, his dexterous fingers working her just right. When he pulled his hand away, she made a sound of protest.

"Wait," he whispered. She heard, felt, him undoing his belt, his pants, and she made to turn over, but he stopped her. "Don't," he said. She held still, listening as he slid his pants down his legs, took off his shirt. The next thing she felt was his hard cock against her lower back. She reached blindly behind her to grasp it, but he stopped her again.

"Help me," he said. He scooted down a little and lifted her leg.

She lifted her leg higher, then helped guide him inside of her from behind, shifting her ass toward him to help him push into her. When it felt right, she put her leg back down, his left leg now tangled with both of hers. "That feels good," she said contentedly.

"Good." He slid his right arm underneath her body and pulled her close, palming her breast, then began pumping his hips gently, thrusting shallowly inside of her.

It was tender, intimate, appropriate to their mood. She took his free hand in hers and brought it in close to her body, lacing her fingers through his. He nuzzled her back and placed soft kisses on her shoulder blade. They continued to move together quietly, their position not conducive to deep thrusting. Finally Donna moved Josh's hand back down to her clit, and he took the hint, stroking her there again in tandem to his movements inside of her. The pressure built quickly and she came with a faint succession of breathy moans as she shuddered around him. He continued moving within her for a little while longer, his breathing growing shorter and shorter, until he was letting out a stream of soft sighs and muted grunts and then finally he came, jerking up into her, his hand squeezing her breast so hard that it hurt.

He lay there for a long moment, then eased himself out of her and scooted back up to embrace her fully. His chest was sweaty against her back, his breath was hot on her skin as he kissed her neck. "Thank you," he murmured.

"For what?" she asked.

"For before. For -- for before, and for the day he died. For being there, for me. I knew -- I may not have showed it, but I knew you were there, and it --" He cleared his throat. "That meant something, to me. You know?"

She smiled at his stammering Josh way, but the sentiment behind it pricked at her eyelids, making her blink away sudden moisture. "I know," she said. "You're welcome."

*****

If there was ever a time when Donna was more turned on than she was at this moment, she was hard pressed to remember it.

She moaned again beneath the assault of Josh's tongue on her sex. He'd pretty much pounced on her the instant they'd gotten back from dinner, and as a result her dress was now pushed up around her middle, her panties were on the floor somewhere, and her strappy sandals were still on her feet, grazing Josh's back. He'd pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt before her, then hooked her legs up over his shoulders and gone to town.

She opened her eyes to watch him feasting on her, his eyes closed, his tongue working against her clit, his hands drifting upward to her abdomen. "Oh god," she sighed, and let her head fall back onto the bed. "Don't stop," she whispered, and his response was to move his tongue down to her opening, darting in and out of her, and oh god she didn't want it to ever stop.

Desperate for more stimulation, she slipped her hand inside her dress, reached beneath her bra to squeeze her nipple. "Don't stop," she said again, although she wasn't sure why she kept saying that, since the odds of him stopping any time soon seemed pretty slim. He returned his attentions to her clit, flicked his tongue against it as he slid one finger inside of her. She exhaled a hiss of desire and with her free hand tangled her fingers in his curly hair, pressing him closer.

Her back arched; her toes curled inside her sandals. She could feel the pressure spiraling within her and almost regretted it, because it meant this feeling was going to end. Josh's tongue found just the right spot and she let out a cry, gasped for air. "God, you're so good," she murmured on an exhale, then wondered if she shouldn't have said anything that would go straight to his head. No matter -- at the moment he deserved every bit of praise he got. She removed her hand from his hair and clutched a wad of bedspread as she ground herself against him, increasing the friction, and oh god it was really building now, she was so close, she was so close and oh god "Josh," she said, and then she smashed into a million pieces, her mind going blank as her body took over and her voice formed wordless sounds of ecstasy.

When it was over, when she was still twitching, when she was still trying to draw in air, she almost told him that she loved him. And then realized that she couldn't, and bit down on her lip, hard, as he joined her on the bed and took her into his arms. So instead she kissed him and tried to say everything she couldn't yet tell him with words. And tried to ignore the sudden clench of her heart.

******

Josh went down to the hotel bar to have a drink, which turned into two, and involved a bit too much babbling to the bartender. When he was done he went back up to the room to discover that Donna had already returned from the pool. She was stretched out on the bed, reading a book. She'd also changed into a dress for dinner, he noticed.

She looked up and set the book aside when he entered the room, but didn't say anything. He stared at her for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," she said with a shake of her head. "I wanted to talk, not fight."

"Yeah," he said. "I shouldn't have said --"

"Me neither." She got up from the bed and walked over to where he was still standing, near the door. "No more fighting this week, okay?" she said softly, her eyes on his mouth.

He swallowed. "Okay." And then their lips met.

Their lips met and it was like a conflagration, a word that Josh probably would have trouble spelling after his two drinks downstairs. They kissed frantically, as if unable to get close enough, unable to feel enough. Her hands grabbed the front of his shirt and suddenly his back was against the wall. Turning the tables, he grabbed her wrists and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall instead, then raised her hands above her head, all the while kissing her, his cock growing hard at the sound of her needy mewling into his mouth. He ground himself against her, wanting her to feel it, and she arched up into him to increase the contact.

He tore his mouth from hers and began kissing her neck, taking the soft flesh between his teeth, not being gentle about it. Her wrists strained against his hands. "Please," she begged him.

He released her, and then they were both tearing at each other's clothes, desperate to get skin to skin. When he was naked and Donna was clad only in her black panties he turned her around and pushed her toward the bed; when the backs of her legs hit the edge she fell onto the mattress, breathing hard, watching him. He grabbed the sides of her underwear and drew the garment down the length of her smooth ivory legs, then stood there, looking down at her as she returned the gaze, her lips and her legs parted.

"What do you want?" he asked her, his voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me."

She paused, and he wasn't sure she would do it. But then: "I want you inside of me," she said.

He thought he could come right then and there, but managed to keep it together. Instead he grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him, then slowly pushed himself inside of her. He held her legs up by putting his hands under her knees and started pumping into her, their position giving him a full view of his cock sliding in and out of her. "You like that?" he rasped.

"Yes," she breathed. She ran her hands up and down her sides, then placed them on her breasts. "Yes."

He drove into her harder, and the feeling of possessing her like this was almost overwhelming; he'd always thought of her as "my" -- my assistant, my Donna -- and this -- this was almost too obvious, but goddamn it felt good and looked even better. "You feel incredible," he said, needing her to know it. "You look incredible."

Her head tilted back and she moaned. "You feel so good," she said. "Oh my god, Josh."

Her name on his lips sent a thrill through him -- he wondered if he'd ever tire of hearing her speak it that way. Doubtful. "I want you to say my name when you come," he found himself saying, and could hardly believe he was forming the words.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and for one terrifying moment he thought she was going to laugh. But she didn't; she didn't say anything, either, just snaked her hand down her body and started stroking her clit. His eyes fixed on her slender finger as it manipulated that swollen nub of flesh, as his cock thrust in and out of her, and oh god he wanted her to come so very badly.

He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, enabling him to thrust harder, deeper, grunting with the exertion of it. Donna's moans became higher-pitched, and he sensed she was close.

He was right. She came -- "Josh," she cried, just as he'd asked, "Josh," as she spasmed around him, and it was every bit as good as he'd hoped it would be.

He held still as she finished, wanting to prolong things. He watched Donna struggle for breath, a red flush on her chest, her breasts heaving. Finally she looked up at him, her tongue pushing against her lower lip. "Your turn," she said, reaching down to touch the part of his cock that wasn't sheathed inside of her.

Holy -- He thrust into her, almost involuntarily, and she made a satisfied sound. "Come for me, Josh," she whispered. Another thrust and she withdrew her hand, placed both of her arms up above her neck, arching her back in pleasure.

Well, that's going to help things along, he thought, transfixed by the sight. He drove into her with long, hard strokes, her shins framing his face, his hands gripping her thighs.

His cock plunged into her tight wet heat again and again, and he leaned in a bit, going deeper in until he was hitting her cervix, but she didn't seem to mind, just moaned in surprise and then looked up at him and smiled in this insanely seductive way that was going to have a starring role in his daydreams for a very long time. He was groaning loudly, now, groaning and grunting but he couldn't stop, he didn't care, all he cared about was stoking the fire engulfing his cock as he barreled toward completion, and when he came, he roared her name, only half-consciously paying her back for saying his, and everything else was oblivion.

He leaned his head against her leg, floating back to earth, his ass twitching, his lower back hurting. "Wow," he muttered.

"Wow," she echoed.

He gently lowered her legs and pulled out of her, then dropped down onto the bed and drew her close, their bodies entwining. "So -- makeup sex? Is the best sex," he panted.

"Yeah," she said.

*****

"Sometimes I can't believe we didn't start doing this sooner," Josh said as he caressed Donna's hips.

"Is that really a conversation you want to be having right now?" she asked. She continued to rock unhurriedly atop of him -- they were taking it slow in an effort to make it last as long as possible, figuring there was no better use of a lazy vacation afternoon. Sweat glimmered on both of their chests, their necks, the effort of their exertions conquering the weak flow of the air conditioner.

"No." He let out a low moan as Donna squeezed herself around him. "You have to stop doing that," he said.

"I thought you like it when I do that," Donna said. She tightened her muscles again.

"Christ," he muttered. "I do, but -- this is going to be over pretty quickly if you keep it up."

"Spoilsport," she said. She leaned back, braced her hands on his thighs. He thrust up into her and it was her turn to moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," she said. Her eyes fluttered closed as Josh thrust into her again.

Yeah, that was nice. Josh admired the long line of her creamy torso stretched out above him and wondered not for the first time just what the hell she was doing with him in the first place.

After a few more slow, gentle thrusts, she opened her eyes and leaned forward again, her breasts bobbing in front of him invitingly. Never one to turn down such an invitation, Josh reached up to cup them in his hands, her hardened pink nipples grazing his palms. Donna bit her lip. "Now who's being unfair?" she murmured.

"Don't you like that?" he asked innocently. He tweaked one nipple with thumb and forefinger.

She moaned in response, which he took as a yes. He began to squeeze both nipples, pinching them between his fingertips in a steady rhythm. Her breathing quickened and her head bowed.

"Josh," she bit out.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to -- oh god." And she came, quietly, her chest turning red, her muscles gripping his cock, sending electric currents up his spine.

"That was -- unexpected," she panted. He ran his hand up and down between her breasts, and she twitched at his touch.

Her contracting around his cock had brought him pretty close himself; he held still inside of her, trying to scale things down. Donna reached forward to grab the headboard. "Sit up," she said.

He did as she asked, slipping out of her as he did so, his cock suddenly wet and cold in the climate-controlled air. When his back was against the headboard, Donna lowered herself back down onto him, effectively sitting in his lap, sheathing him in her heat once more. She gripped the headboard on either side of him, and used it to leverage herself, pulling herself up, then slowly plunging back down the length of him. Her face was so close to his he could feel her breath on his face. He reached up to place his thumb against her lips, and she took it into her mouth, sucking delicately.

Fuck. He'd wanted to hold out until she came again, but the way things were going -- he couldn't help it, he started jutting up into her at a faster pace, the needs of his body taking hold. From the way Donna moaned, she didn't seem to mind. In fact she helped him along, matching his speeded-up movements, and then she let go of the headboard and reached down behind her and grabbed his balls and holy shit fuck the top of his head was coming off -- "Nnnngh," he roared, or something like it, and emptied himself into her with a rush of blinding heat.

He pulled her close, holding on tight, pressing his face into her neck until he was able to catch his breath. Then he lifted his head to kiss her. She placed her palms on either side of his face, ran her hands through his hair.

"So much for taking our time," she whispered against his lips.

"Sometimes taking your time is overrated," he said, and kissed her again.

*****

"That," Josh said, following Donna into their hotel room, "was very, very cool."

"I told you you'd like snorkeling," Donna said. "You're so foolish to doubt me."

"Not foolish, Donna," he said with mock gravity, throwing himself into one of the cushiony chairs. "Wise. I am a man of wisdom, and part of being a man of wisdom is being able to admit when you're wrong."

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked at him. "You're admitting you were wrong."

"Nah," he sniffed. "Just, you know. Man of wisdom."

"Okay whatever," Donna said, rolling her eyes. She walked past him to the glass sliding doors leading out to the balcony and pushed one side open, letting in the fragrant evening breeze.

"I am also a man of fatigue," Josh said, leaning his head back against the chair and closing his eyes. "I'm beat."

"Not too beat, I hope," Donna said, her voice close. He opened his eyes just in time to watch her settle herself in his lap, her legs straddling his.

"Donna," he said, faintly protesting. "You know, it's times like this you make me feel very old."

He thought he detected a glimmer of hurt flit across her eyes, but it passed. Maybe he'd imagined it. "Oh please," she said, her voice tart. She was wearing a green terrycloth jacket and skirt she'd purchased the previous day over her swimsuit; now she unzipped the jacket and let it fall to the floor, so that he was eye level with her striped bikini top. Her breasts in her striped bikini top. The raised bumps of her hardened nipples in her striped bikini top.

Okay, so maybe he wasn't that old.

She reached up and untied the top string, letting the fabric fall down, exposing her breasts.

Or that tired.

He covered her breasts with his hands as she leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue darted against his. Her hair stirred in the breeze wafting in from behind him, tickling his cheeks. Her nipples scraped his palms. She smelled like cocoa butter and salt. Blood rushed to his cock.

Suddenly he felt like he could run a marathon.

He pulled his lips from hers and gently pushed her back so that she was upright again, then reached behind her to untie the bottom string of her bikini top, removing the material completely. He just looked at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her, then leaned forward to take one dusky pink nipple into his mouth.

Donna hissed and brought her hand up to the back of his neck, urging him on, not that he needed any encouragement. He loved the taste of her, loved the tactile sensation of that ridged flesh beneath his tongue and teeth, loved the pendant weight of her breast in his hand, loved the soft sounds of pleasure she began to make as he suckled the sensitive flesh. When he moved his mouth to her other breast, she whispered his name, sending a thrill down his spine. She shifted in his lap, fidgeting beneath his touch; with his free hand he reached underneath her skirt to cup her through the fabric of her bikini bottom.

Which is when he remembered that her bikini was a string bikini, and that realization alone was enough to bring him to full hardness. He carefully untied the bow on one hip, then the other, then drew the material out through her legs and threw it to the side. Donna was breathing hard, now, emitting soft whimpers of arousal. Her lips brushed his forehead, then he felt her tugging at his swim shorts. He drew his mouth away from her breast and helped her pull the shorts down, setting his erection free, and wriggled his legs until the garment was on the floor. He barely had time to put his hands on her hips before she was hiking up her skirt and sinking onto his cock, sheathing herself almost to the hilt.

She began moving atop of him immediately, bracing her knees on either side of him. He put his hands on her ass to help her along, following her lead, making it hard and fast. Donna closed her eyes and released a steady stream of high-pitched moans, which was soon joined by his own involuntary groaning. At this rate neither of them was going to take very long, he knew he sure as hell wasn't, and as they moved faster and harder, her breasts bouncing inches from his face, he pressed his thumb to her clit just to be sure, just to make sure that she'd come with him, and her head tilted back and she clenched around him, hard, and it was too much, he came, jerking frantically up into her, fuck, and then she was coming too, milking his still enflamed cock, and god, the sound of it, the sound of her coming was glorious.

Donna grabbed the sides of his head and roughly pulled her to him for a kiss, her tongue practically reaching his throat, her lips suctioned onto his with an aggression that he didn't mind -- and in fact liked a great deal -- but still occasionally found disconcerting. He returned the kiss with full force, pushing her sweaty hair back from her face as he did so.

She broke the kiss and smiled at him, her cheeks flushed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly. "And feeling younger by the minute."

*****

On their last day Donna felt subdued, reflective, and she suspected Josh was feeling much the same way. That night, when Josh lowered his head to her breast, he did so gently, almost reverently, his tongue swirling over her nipple with lazy strokes that almost tickled. She smoothed his hair with her hand, ran her fingers down the stubble of his cheek as he moved from one breast to the other and back again.

After a time, he kissed his way down her body and placed his mouth on her sex, lightly tracing her folds with his tongue. Donna sighed with pleasure and drew a strand of his hair between her fingers. When she was moaning and writhing beneath him, he lifted his head and kissed his way back up her skin to her mouth. She nipped at his bottom lip and arched up against him, then reached down to help guide him inside of her. He inched in carefully, taking his time about it as she adjusted around him.

Then paused. "How you doin'?" he whispered, and she let out a low laugh.

"I'm doing good," she said.

He grinned down at her and pulled out of her halfway, then pushed back in. She put her feet behind his back and ran her hands over the hardened muscle in his upper arms, tracing a raised vein with her fingertip.

He kissed her again as he started pumping slowly but steadily into her. She placed her hand on his neck and kissed him back, but he pulled away and took both of her hands in his, then pressed them down onto the mattress on either side of her. Their fingers laced; their gazes met.

It was odd, Donna thought. In some ways she knew Josh better than anyone. And in others, not a bit. She'd kill to know what he was thinking right now, what was going on behind those soft brown eyes. (Well, other than "ooh ooh feels good," anyway.) They were leaving tomorrow, and she was still unsure where she stood with him. More certain than she'd been before he'd asked her on this trip, yes, and maybe, maybe that would be enough. Then again --

He stopped moving inside of her. "You okay?" he asked her.

"I'm great," she said quickly.

"You seemed kind of far away, there."

"No," she said, giving him her best smile. "Not at all." She jerked her hips, urging him to get back to it, which he did. Donna gasped appreciatively and he kissed her again, his lips gently moving against hers before he pulled away to let out a soft moan.

Their hands were still clasped, and it engendered an intimacy deeper than they'd experienced before, she thought. It was kind of ridiculous; he was inside of her, and yet, it was the hand-holding that was making her feel particularly close to him. She wondered if he was feeling it, too. She looked into his eyes again, trying to read him.

"God, I love being with you like this," he said huskily.

...well, that would work. She grinned. "Me too," she told him.

He grinned back, and she felt a bit giddy at the joy of it all.

They began moving faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath them, the headboard banging the wall and she hoped for the umpteenth time that week that they weren't disturbing the neighbors. Especially since she was mewling pretty loudly, now, and he was making these grunting noises that she found oddly arousing, and "Oh god," she'd reached the oh god portion of the evening, "Oh god oh god oh god." His thrusts were managing to hit her clit just right, hot delicious friction, and the familiar fluttering and tightening started, swirling within her -- "Come with me," she whispered, and then she fell, crying out, convulsing around him, and through the fog enveloping her brain she heard him scream a burst of wordless noise, then felt him come inside of her with a surge of wet warmth.

"Oh god oh god oh god," she whispered, as he emitted muted, high-pitched cries, his fingers gripping hers tightly. And then it was over.

He gently lowered himself and rolled to the side, taking her with him, slipping out of her as he did so. He wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face in his chest, the coarse hair there tickling her nose. "That was really nice," she ventured to say.

"Yeah," he said. He kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry this is our last night. I mean, I'm anxious to get back to work, but --"

"I know," she said, cutting him off. "I know what you mean."

He sniffed, tightened his embrace. Didn't say anything.

They were quiet for a long moment, until a thought struck her. "Did you arrange a wakeup call?" she asked.

He pulled back from her slightly. "You really do have a knack for saying the most romantic things," he said.

"Josh." She pushed against his chest. "We have to get up early if we're going to make our flight."

"I set it up earlier, when you were taking forever to get ready for dinner."

"Nice," she said, her lower lip jutting out in full pout.

"I'm just saying, Marie Antoinette didn't need as much time to do her hair and makeup."

"Are you comparing me to a French tart?" She grinned at that, happy to be back on familiar ground.

"Okay, there's an eating joke there that I'm not even going to touch," he said.

"Thank heaven for small favors," she snorted.

"Did you -- snort, just then?"

"Shut up."

"You know, Marie Antoinette would never be so unladylike."

"Marie Antoinette can bite me," she said. "And so can you."

She let out a decidedly unladylike bark of laughter when his teeth closed over her shoulder.

End.