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a second, shocked and afraid to move. I should get up. Close them completely. But I don’t. No one can possibly see into such a tiny space but something about the thought of being watched while I make love to my husband... “Twenty-five years of virginity,” I whisper to Sean, my mind shocked and yet thoroughly intrigued. Continuing our play feels daring, and my heart races with need for him. “How long can you wait?”
    Sean groans but stays face down, his fisted hands and corded arms revealing his struggle to maintain control.  
    I shift sideways and scoot down a bit to continue my work, but wind up gasping at the sensation. I’m naked, Sean’s taut, firm buttocks beneath my spread legs. When I moved my clit slid over Sean and... It feels so good I closed my eyes and lower a bit more of my weight on him, until I touch hard core muscle.  
    I’m not torturing him, I’m torturing myself, and just then I imagine someone outside that tiny slit, watching my reaction as I rub myself against my husband. A quick glance reassures no one is there but it doesn’t change the way it heightens my desire.  
    “Yes, love. Do it. Make yourself come.”
    Mortified that he’s read my thoughts, felt me rubbing against him, I slide off of Sean and say, “Turn.”  
    The moment he’s comfortable on the cabana mattress I take his cock in my oiled hands and slick them up, all the way to the head, and down again. I love watching Sean’s response. Love the sight of my man in my hands. Sean’s nostrils flare and his chest expands in a deep inhalation, all due to my touch. Sean tugs at my leg and I welcome his help in straddling him once more. He slides inside me without hesitation, the oil easing the tightness and allowing him to glide deep.  
    I’m tender still but not sore. And, oh, it’s good.  
    “You can rub yourself against me while I’m in you, make yourself come,” Sean says to me.  
    I wet my dry lips and make that first motion, opening my mouth to draw in more air because he’s right and it feels so, so good. Every time I bear down and he thrusts deeper into my body, I’m stretched to the max around him. But it’s more than that. My clit touches his body with every stroke and the sensaton of sliding against him is unbelievable. I linger over the act, unable to help myself.
    “Ah, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. Grind down. You won’t hurt me, just do what feels right.”
    I feel awkward. Ungraceful. But I can’t stop. Not even when people pause right outside the drapes and through the slit I see a man’s whiskered jawline as he stares toward the ocean.  
    What if he sees us? What if he watches?
    Sean’s hands are fastened on my hips, moving me when I hesitate. I tear my gaze from the drapes to Sean’s face and I see him smile. He’s seen the opening too. Of that I’m sure. But he isn’t going to let that stop him. Us.
    Maybe it’s   wrong to feel such a thrill at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising act but Sean is my husband. This is our honeymoon. And if he doesn’t care if someone catches a glimpse of us celebrating our marriage, why should I?
    Letting Sean continue the grinding motion, I lift my hands to my braid, undoing the tie and loosening it because I know Sean likes my hair down. I feel braver now, a bit naughty, because my long hair brushes against my lower back and teases me even more.
    I trail my fingers over my neck, down to touch my breasts. Sean’s eyes glow with passion and desire. He watches my every movement, murmuring words and sounds of encouragement, and the soreness of my newly non-virginal state is completely forgotten when I lift my hips and lower myself down on my husband’s cock, grinding against him with every thrust into my body.  
    I stare at Sean, watch him watching me, but my gaze continues to be drawn to the opening between the drapes.  
    Sean forces me to pick up speed, until my breasts bounce with every thrust and my breath gushes in little