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The second brandy flowed deeply through her and she welcomed the heat just as she welcomed the desire. Her mind kept moving back to the afternoon on the beach, to the intimacy of their hideaway in the reeds and the careful casualness of their conversation.

Though all afternoon she'd set aside her desire, she now could feel it more fully, and wanted him to take her in his arms and kiss her as he pressed the full length of his body against her. It was as if they'd been making love all afternoon...and as if she wanted still more.

"How would you feel about a little walk-- just outside around the Inn, to wake up a little?" he asked. "We'll come back in to finish our drinks, then maybe have a little supper?" He held her hand across the small table as he spoke and she knew that the walk was only part of what he wanted. The thought excited her, but she acted as though she were calm, indifferent but agreeable.

"Good idea," she answered, "but just for a few minutes. Before it snows." She laughed with him as they rose and told the waitress that they'd be right back.

They walked through the Inn's several small dining rooms looking at the paintings and etchings on the walls, at the odd collection of knicknacks that had been left behind--or, she joked, bought at tag sales the previous weekend. She enjoyed having him guide her through the rooms, his hand on the small of her back, as though she needed his assistance.

They played the game of couples well together. At the glassed-in sunporch, closed off and emptied for the winter, they stopped to look out at the back lawn and tidal looked out at the marsh, dimly visible in the light cast from the inn's windows. They stood there, close together. No one was in the room. He turned to face her and leaned down to brush her lips with his.

She did not resist, but opened her mouth daringly to taste his lips with the tip of her tongue and melted into his body, allowing her warmth to spread into him and feeling the stiffening of his cock against her thighs. She knew that he wanted her, and she pressed her hips toward him as they kissed again, longer, more deeply. His hands slid lower, over her hips, and pulled her to him, and then moved upward to caress the sides of her breasts.

They knew they could not kiss for too long, but they savored one another for as long as they could. The kisses left them breathless and shaky and eager for more. They pulled apart and looked almost shyly into one another's eyes.

"I guess we should continue our walk," she said, looking up at him. An image of him kneeling naked above her, looking down at her while she lay nude and abandoned in bed, flashed through her mind. She wondered if her could see the thought in her eyes. Or was he thinking the same thing?

He kissed her softly again. "Yes. we should," he whispered, looking directly into her eyes, as if he could read her thoughts. Again their lips met softly, as his hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her gently.

"Yes, really," she whispered back, smiling slightly at him. "It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it?" She felt very bold, perhaps too bold. But she wanted to take him inside her and to hold him there, contracting on his cock slowly and gently, savoring him while they talked, good friends and sweet lovers.

"We really should," she said again, softly, to herself.