AN: There will be smut. 😉 The mature rating switch will be switched as of this chapter. And we made it to #55 on the ranking chart, so hurray!! Thanks, you guys!

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They finally arrived at their beachfront cottage around eleven o'clock at night. There was a strong breeze blowing in off the ocean, and they could hear the gentle sounds of the surf as it washed up on the beach. The sound of the leaves was also very loud, along with all of the nighttime animals that dwelled on the island.

The air was very moist, and redolent with the smells of the different night blooming flowers. Even though it was technically the cooler season, Mouse felt like the humidity was a physical thing that she'd be able to see and touch if it were daylight.

They had rented a private residence that fronted onto the ocean, though it had service and amenities to the big hotel that was about a quarter mile away, through the thick growth that covered the area. Their refrigerator had been stocked with basic necessities, and there was a complete bar as well. Somehow, miraculously, their luggage had arrived before them and had been unpacked already, so all they had to deal with was what they had with them. As soon as they were settled, their attendant waved and drove away in his cheerful, bright red golf cart, and they were alone.

"I need a shower, okay?" Mouse murmured, turning to Henry in the dim light. She leaned into him, kissing him softly. "I'm so horny, you wouldn't believe it, but I need to get clean so I can really enjoy myself," she said with a smile.

Henry looked at her, eyebrows raised. "Sounds promising," he said. "I guess I'm compelled to take a shower, then, myself," he added.

Mouse shrugged, the gesture that Henry found so oddly alluring. "Suit yourself," she said. She ran a finger down his jaw. "Don't shave, though, okay?" She leaned in and nipped his earlobe before stepping back.

"Okay," Henry said, clearing his throat so his voice wasn't so hoarse. He could feel himself getting hard, just from her warm mouth and breath on his ear.

"And don't take too long," she called over her shoulder as she grabbed her bag and shut the bathroom door in his face.

"I guess I'll use the guest bath," Henry said to himself, grinning.

Twenty minutes later he was in the huge, canopied bed, with the filmy mosquito netting drawn all the way around, his laptop open on his knees, when Mouse finally emerged from the bathroom.

"Whoa, what are you wearing?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Mouse usually wore whatever was closest at hand when sleeping, and always dressed for comfort. Her pajamas of choice were sweats or flannels, or, in warm weather, Henry's old shirts, and he found her very appealing and sexy in anything.

Tonight, however, she was clad in something wispy and pink. Henry couldn't actually see it clearly, partially because of the mosquito netting around the bed, and partially because his mind was simply boggling at the sight of her in it.

Henry grasped at the netting, impatiently moving it out of the way so he could see her more clearly.

Mouse moved closer to the bed, laughing. "I swear, Henry, if you make fun of me, I'm going back in there and putting on my Beavis and Butthead shirt, so think very carefully before you speak, sir."

He just nodded, eyes open wide, taking her in.

If viewed objectively, what she was wearing was really just a piece of sheer gauze, very like the netting he'd just swiped aside. It had pretty lace embellishments at the neckline and hem, and very cute, minuscule undies, but it was a simple A-line baby doll nightie. Of course it was Mouse wearing it, so there was nothing objective about how Henry viewed it, however.

He could see the shape of her body through it, how her heavy breasts sprang freely from her torso, how the rose-colored nipples poked little points into the fabric. He could see her smooth, flat stomach, and the small indentation of her navel, where he loved to swirl his tongue. The beautiful, feminine, curve of her waist was accentuated by the way the fabric fell, the way it draped on the rich curve of her hip. The slim band of her underwear could be seen across the high swell on either side, the widest part of what made her a woman, and he could even see the small bumps created by the hair that covered her sex.

He set his laptop aside and motioned her forward, hand held out, and she grasped it as she joined him on the bed, one round, delicious knee at a time. Mouse leaned forward to kiss her husband, latching on to his mouth as she planted one leg on either side so she sat astride him, where his laptop had been only moments before.

He pulled her forward, fingers splayed on her back, fine fabric whispering under his hands as they slid up to her hair.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured into her mouth. "I didn't know this was a dressy occasion. I'm wearing my ratty old Yale cut-offs," he finished with a chuckle before covering her mouth again. He tensed up as he heard her moan, feeling his abdomen tighten.

"Not for long, you won't be," she replied with a laugh, again making him tighten with anticipation at the sound. "I mean, we didn't plan it or anything, but do you realize it's been nearly a week since we've been together?" She slid her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them off him in one fluid motion, making sure to lift the fabric over his erection, which was already painful.

"Hello," Mouse said with another laugh, leaning forward to breathe hot air on it. She pressed her face into Henry's chest, moving so her soft breasts swung over him, so she could feel his hot length between them.

Henry flexed his hips, bringing his hands to squeeze her breasts together, so their warmth enveloped him. The feeling was exquisite, and he moaned, unable to help himself. But she moved after just a few seconds, still laughing softly.

"Not yet, not yet," she chastised him teasingly. She leaned forward to kiss him, resting her body on him completely.

He squeezed her bottom, not quite hard enough to hurt, but very nearly, and she squealed into his mouth, trying from habit to keep it down.

Henry moved to kiss her neck, moving one hand to squeeze her breast, pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger, again, nearly venturing into painful territory, but not quite. The scruff she'd asked him not to shave was tingly and wonderful against her sensitive skin.

"Make some noise, Mouse," he encouraged.

"But--" she began.

"But what?" he asked, pulling her closer, moving his mouth to a different part of her neck. "We're. All. Alone." He slid his hand down the back of her undies as far as he could, reaching into her wetness with his long fingers, curling them up inside her, making her gasp.

"There's no one to hear us," he told her as he nipped at her neck. He slowly uncurled his fingers, stroking along her folds with the tip of his long middle finger before curling them up into her again, this time pushing upward a little bit, forcing her up onto her knees as she gasped from the pressure.

"Oh god, you're so wet," he murmured. "So hot and wet." He sucked fiercely on her neck for a moment, making her open her mouth in a silent gasp. He had her rise up so he could pull her undies off.

"Be loud," he whispered, nodding. She was grasping his head firmly, she could feel his crisp, dark hair moving under her hands. "Be loud," he repeated.

He curled his fingers into her again, and squeezed her breast at the same time, while simultaneously biting her earlobe.

"Oh, Henry, mmmm," Mouse moaned, lowering her head onto his shoulder. His erection was moving up and down on the front of her, rubbing her center, which felt outrageously good to both of them.

Just having the freedom to release the sounds was a huge turn on, and affected her in ways she didn't realize. She moved up and down on his hand a couple of times as he continued his motions, while she continued to moan.

"Oh, Jesus, Henry, I'm going to come, I'm going to--" Mouse tensed up on his lap, pulling his hair with one hand while clenching down on him with her legs and abdomen.

"Fuck, Mouse, this is so hot," Henry muttered. Her orgasm went on and on until she was nearly toppling over from it.

"Henry, stop, you have to stop--" Mouse's thighs were quaking, her chest heaving up and down. "Your hand, please--" And she reached behind her, flapping at his wrist ineffectually, trying to make him cease and desist.

He finally did stop, and carefully turned them over, laying Mouse down on the bed and kissing her. She was just an ephemeral shape in the tropical night, her gauzy nightie covering her damp body.

She pulled him on top of herself with heavy limbs, feeling spent and content. She could feel the hardness of him between her legs, and lifted her knees as she planted her feet.

"Okay, your turn," she encouraged with a smile. She reached for him and heard him gasp when she put her hand on him. "I guess you're pretty close?" she asked softly.

"What you just did was so exciting," Henry replied. "I'm amazed I hung on, frankly. I thought I was just going to blow all over your stomach, my god."

She flinched a little when she felt the tip of him on her, because she was still so sensitive from what she'd just experienced, but she felt a little flutter of excitement, too, which she thought was incredible.

"Well, mind-blowing as it was, I might be going for a twofer myself," she informed her husband.

"Really?" he asked. "Damn. Lucky you."

"I know," she said, laughing the laugh that he loved. "Let's go, husband, let's see if you can wow me again."

"You got it," He agreed with a laugh of his own. He pressed into her, loving the first moment that they came together, especially when it had been a few days. He lifted her knee with his arm, raising it over his hip to change the angle, being mindful of her tender skin, trying not to bruise her like before.

And even though she'd just had that terrific, incredible orgasm, Mouse could tell that another one was coming her way. She raised her hips and rolled them into Henry's, groaning with pleasure at the sensation.

"Oh, god, Henry, feels so good," she murmured.

"And look at you," he said, sitting up a little. "You look just amazing, so beautiful, so beautiful--" he bent forward to kiss her, and she drew his tongue into her mouth, loving the feel of it, loving him.

He drove into her again and again, loving the sound of her voice as she called his name. At the apex of each thrust, he could feel her tighten on him, pushing him closer and closer, tightening his abdomen, his orgasm rolling closer like a train with no brakes, until he was calling her name, too.

"Mouse, oh, Mouse," he cried, his voice urgent in the night.

They fell down the other side together, grasping at each other, skin moist with their effort.

And when they were finally finished, they didn't have to put any clothes on or anything, because there would be no Leo to walk in on them. They slept their sweet honeymoon sleep, completely naked, entwined in each other's arms, until the call of the tropical birds and the sounds of the surf awoke them the next morning.