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She leans her head back against the hard wooden surface and closes her eyes. “I could live here,” she mumbles. The swing moves and creaks as someone sits down next to her, and she reaches out for him without bothering to open her eyes. “Really?” he asks. “I think you would get bored.” “Mmm,” she says, agreeing, “but not for awhile.” She opens her eyes and looks at him, and is glad she did. He’s wearing only a pair of white boxers, not having to worry about onlookers at their private little piece of Mexican paradise. She doesn’t hide the fact that she’s looking him over, and she can tell he takes pleasure in it. His defined chest is glistening with sweat, and the waistband of his boxers is damp. He’s got his legs stretched out and resting on the railing in front of them, showing off his toned legs. “Do I pass your inspection?” he asks, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. “Um… yeah,” she says. She wishes she had a wittier answer, but she’s too distracted by the fact that his tongue has started drawing little patterns on her neck. “Come on inside,” Vaughn says, pulling away and making Sydney moan in protest. “I’ve got something set up for you.” He gets up and takes her hand, pulling her off the swing. He leads her through the cabana and in the direction of the bathroom. Sydney smiles at the thought of a shower with Vaughn, the cool water relieving the heat, and their hands and lips and tongues heating them back up. But when she enters the bathroom, she’s surprised to see the antique claw-footed tub filled with water, petals from various flowers floating on top. “Vaughn, I’m too hot,” she says apologetically, “I don’t think I can take a bath.” “Trust me,” he says, reaching around her back to undo her black bikini top. He drops it to the floor and starts on her jean shorts, making quick work of taking them and her underwear off and dropping them to join her bikini top. While he’s kneeling, he kisses her right below her belly button, and she moans at the feeling it causes a little lower. He stands up, leaving little kisses as he goes. “Are you joining me?” Sydney asks, trailing her finger down his abdomen to the top of his boxers. “No,” he says as he grabs her hand and leads her to the tub. She swings one leg over the side of the tub and steps in, and is shocked when she feels the water. It’s not hot as she expected, but cool. “Oh yeah,” she says, immersing the rest of her body in the water. She leans against the back of the tub, the water covering to the top of her breasts. She closes her eyes and sighs contentedly. The scent of the flower petals is subtle and soothing, and she smiles when she thinks of Vaughn plucking them and scattering them in the bath. Sydney senses Vaughn moving behind her, but she is still surprised when she feels his hands slide down her arms and into the bathwater. Her smile widens, but she keeps her eyes closed. He trails his hands from her arms to her abdomen, and she inhales sharply when he reaches the curls between her legs. “Vaughn,” she breathes, drawing his name out. He rewards her for saying his name by moving his hand a little farther down and stroking her softly. A moan leaves Sydney’s lips before she can even think about it. Vaughn has pressed his lips against her neck, and she feels him smile with satisfaction at eliciting that noise from her. Sydney spreads her legs a little, allowing him better access, and he picks up the pace. Sydney’s breathing increases until she’s breathing rapidly as his fingers move expertly, driving her closer to orgasm. When she comes, it is quick and violent, and she feels like a puddle of mush. Vaughn moves his hand up to join his other one on her stomach. After a moment he starts to withdraw his hands completely and stand up. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asks, grabbing his wrist. “I thought I’d leave and let you enjoy your bath.” “I don’t know how I could enjoy it any more than I just did,” she cracks. “Besides, I had something else in mind.” She stands up and turns around, giving him the look she knows makes him go weak in the knees. “Oh yeah?” he asks, grinning. “Yeah,” she says, stepping out of the tub onto a colourful woven bathmat. She grabs his hand and pulls him quickly to her. He moans as their bodies come into contact, and she smiles when she feels his erection through the thin layer of cotton of his boxers. She reaches down and cups it, and he moans again, resting his forehead on her shoulder. Sydney brings her hands around to slip them into the back of his boxers, grabbing a handful of bare ass. Vaughn lifts his head from her shoulder and kisses her passionately, his hands roaming up and down her back and down to her ass. Amongst protestations from Vaughn, Sydney breaks the kiss, but the protestations stop as she starts kissing his neck, and then lower. She ends up on her knees in front of him, kissing the spot right below his belly button. She hears his breath quicken as she curls her fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down his legs. When she reaches his ankles, he dutifully steps out of them and she throws them aside. She looks up at him and gives him a devilish grin before taking him in her mouth. Vaughn lets his head fall back in pleasure as Sydney’s tongue and lips work their magic. Just as his body begins to tense, he reaches down and pulls her head away from him. She’s about to protest when she sees the hungry look in his eyes and she knows he has something else in mind. He pulls her up and backs her up against a white painted ladder that leads up to the attic. Sydney’s ass rests against one of the rungs, and Vaughn lifts her legs and wraps them around his waist. He enters her quickly, kissing her as he does. Sydney wraps her arms around his neck and pushes her pelvis forward, meeting him thrust for thrust. Vaughn is clutching the ladder on either side of her head for stability, their foreheads almost touching. Sydney can see that he’s getting close, and she’s almost there herself. She lets go of Vaughn’s neck and wraps her arms around the ladder over her head, giving him more leverage. He, in turn, lets go of the ladder with one hand and brings it between them, using his thumb to stimulate her. This is the push she needed, and she feels herself tumbling over the edge. Vaughn brings his hand back up to the ladder and starts thrusting faster, his face contorted in ecstasy. He cries her name as he comes and crumbles against her. In a moment, Vaughn pulls out of her and, her legs still wrapped around his waist, carries her out of the bathroom to the bed. Both spent, they fall asleep for a post-coital nap. ~~ “I can’t believe they’re making us dress up,” Vaughn grumbles as he straightens his bow tie. “When normal people get married in Mexico, they do it informally… on the beach in Bermuda shorts.” “It’s their wedding, they can do what they want,” Sydney tells him, pulling her hair up into a knot. “Besides, it’s Marshall and Carrie. They’re not normal.” “True,” Vaughn agrees. “Anyway, I think you like unbelievably hot in your tux,” she says, running her hands up and down his arms. “Thank you,” he says, giving her a quick but intense kiss. “And you look amazing as always. I love the way that dress… fits you.” He runs his hands over her curves to illustrate his meaning. Sydney grins. “By the way, I’ve got something planned for later tonight,” she says. “Oh yeah?” he asks, his interest piqued. “Yeah, I found something kind of fun in a closet. I figured that the bathroom worked really well this afternoon,” she says, smiling in remembrance, “so I set it up in there. Besides, it’ll be easier to clean up that way.” “Clean up?” he asks curiously. “Go take a peek,” she says. Vaughn walks to the bathroom door and looks inside. In the middle of the floor is a plastic Twister matt. A bottle of chocolate syrup sits on top of it, in the middle of one of the yellow dots. “Oh Bristow,” he says, turning around and grinning at her. “You are so going to get it.” END
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