I lay there for a second, wondering what I should do, when I heard a light snore coming from behind me. So he was asleep—unless he was faking it. And I didn’t think he was faking it. I grabbed his arm and pushed it down to my waist. My breast felt abandoned for a few brief seconds, but I soon began to drift off again myself.

I was almost asleep, when I felt his fingers running back and forth across my stomach. I felt slightly self-conscious as his fingers unconsciously caressed me. I definitely didn’t have abs or a flat stomach, and that was obvious to anyone who touched me. I didn’t move his hand though. I enjoyed the feel of his fingers against my warm skin. It was harmless, and it wasn’t like he knew. I smiled to myself as I lay there and snuggled back into him.

I closed my eyes again and imagined what it would feel like to make love to him. Would he be a skillful lover? I supposed he had to be. I imagined that he would be if his kiss was anything to go by. He would probably be very alpha and dominant. He seemed the sort to like control. I wondered if he was into BDSM or other kinky stuff. He had mentioned the Marquis de Sade to me earlier. What if he tried to take me over his lap and spank me? I shivered as I imagined his hands on my ass again. Only this time, he wasn’t caressing my ass—he was being rougher.

I moved backward slightly as I felt myself becoming turned on. My dream was so vivid that I could almost feel his hands teasing and tormenting me. My dream became dirtier as his fingers moved from my ass to my panties. His fingers gently rubbed the skin at the top of my panties for a few seconds before moving forward and sliding between my legs.

He was testing the waters at first, because he slid only one finger gently down to my panties. My legs parted involuntarily as another finger joined the first one, and his movements grew rougher and more urgent. I moaned as his fingers rubbed against my panty-covered clit. I wanted to feel his fingers directly on my skin. I wanted to feel him inside me.

I waited for him to explore further, and I wasn’t disappointed when, a few seconds later, I felt his fingers slip inside my panties and start to gently rub me. I spread my legs, trying to give him easier access, yet his hand felt like it was at an odd angle. I closed my legs slightly and trapped his fingers there.

I could feel myself growing wetter as his fingers moved roughly in the tight space. It felt so good. I smiled to myself as he played with me, and then I froze as something in my consciousness woke up. I wasn’t dreaming.

My eyes fluttered open, and I realized that Jakob’s fingers were in my panties, and he was rubbing my clit. I knew that I should push him away and sleep on my own, but I hesitated for a few moments as I felt my orgasm building up. The devil inside me didn’t want it to end. It felt so good. His fingers knew exactly how to please me. I knew I should stop it, but I just wanted to feel it for a few more seconds.

I was about to push his arm away, when he woke up. I knew he had gained consciousness immediately because his breathing changed and his hand stilled.

“Bianca?” he whispered as he pulled his fingers out of my panties. His voice sounded tormented, and I could tell that he felt ashamed of what had happened.

“Yes?” I whispered back, though part of me told me to pretend to be asleep.

“You’re awake!” He sounded surprised. “I’m so sorry about that,” he muttered, and rolled me over to face him.

“I was just about to push your arm away.” I blushed defensively. “I just woke up.”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes gleamed at me. “I didn’t even realize I was doing that.”

“It’s fine.” I stared at his lips and noticed that he was breathing harder than usual. “Are you okay?”

“I’m hard,” he muttered, and groaned.

“Oh.” I bit my lower lip, wanting to look down but not wanting him to see me looking.

“You were wet again.” He winked at me, but I didn’t laugh. My panties were completely wet, and it was no laughing matter. He reached his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them, his eyes still staring into mine. “Though you taste better than the sea,” he groaned as he licked his fingers clean.

I stared at him for a few more seconds, and then I did something that surprised both of us. I reached down, rubbed the front of his briefs, and then gingerly grabbed his cock.

“You weren’t joking.” I smiled at him. “You’re very hard.”

“I never joke.” His eyes darkened as he looked down at my hand and then back up to my face. “I think we should go back to sleep now.”

“Okay.” I nodded and stared at him, my hand moving away from his hardness.

“Good night, Bianca.” He kissed my forehead and brought me into his arms.

“Good night, Jakob,” I whispered and looked up the beach.

I could see Steve sitting up and looking in our direction. I wondered how much he’d seen. I shivered and rested my head back down next to Jakob. I closed my eyes again and snuggled next to his chest. This time, I fell asleep and didn’t wake back up until just before sunrise.

The next morning, I woke up before both men and walked to the ocean to think. It was still dark, but the sun was just beginning to rise. I was confused about my growing attraction to Jakob. My body and mind reacted to him in ways I’d never reacted to anyone before. There was some sort of instant chemistry between us that I couldn’t break. Every time he was close to me, I felt as if there was a slow buzz of electricity running back and forth between us. It was like he made me feel more alive, only I wasn’t generally one for romantic epithets and foolish thoughts. I almost wished that I’d met him online or in the real world somehow. That way I’d be able to trust him more and we’d have been able to get to know each other in normal circumstances.