In the morning, Hans' kisses wake me. I moan contently and blink my eyes open.

"Good morning, my love," I sigh. We continue kissing, and what started as playful turns passionate. Hans' hands caress every inch of my body and keep me pressed against him. My hips grind against him. I can feel his erection, which only increases my need. I nip at his lower lip, and, he growls in response. His hand moves from its hold on my waist to beneath the band on my underwear. I gasp with desire. My underwear comes off, and so does his.

God, I've forgotten how good his hands feel on me. And how desperately I need his hands on me. I toss my head back, clasp my hands on his shoulders, and arch my back while his fingers create a burning pleasure between my legs. I'm moaning his name on repeat, the syllables falling from my lips and bringing a grin to Hans' face. Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, he draws his hand away. I yell wordlessly in protest, only to have him place one finger over my lips, shushing me.

"Patience will make it even better when I finally give it to you."

"But Hans," I beg, "I want it now."

"Nicole, if I give you an orgasm now, doing this," one of his fingers slips into my wetness, "won't feel as good." I don't respond, too overcome with this pleasure. He chuckles. "I'll take it that you find this arrangement acceptable?" I moan deeply in response.

"What about you?" I ask in gasps as his fingers stroke my insides. I grope wildly at his erection. "It's your turn.

"Don't worry about me," he replies softly, trying unsuccessfully to remove my hands from his shaft. He leans down and kisses my neck so lightly it tickles. "I want you to completely enjoy yourself."

"Hans?" I try to focus my eyes but my eye lids are fluttering as my body is racked with ecstasy.

"What is it, my queen?" he coos.

"I want to make love with you. I'm ready," I add unequivocally at his reluctance. "I don't want to wait another second. Please. I need you."

"How could I refuse," he replies with a grin, kissing me deeply. "Let me go down on you first-"

"No, no, no, no! Now, Hans, I need you now," I practically scream.

"Alright, alright. Sex it is," he says with amusement. He kicks off the sheets and climbs between my legs "Are you okay not using any protection," he asks, the head of his cock inches from its destination.

"Don't worry – I'm not fertile right now."

"Oh, perfect." He slides inside me in one smooth motion. I gasp; he groans. "Oh, perfect," he moans. "You good?" he asks, voice taunt. I nod and giggle with joy. We kiss tenderly as he slowly rocks his hips against me. His hands move to hold my waist and his hips increase the pace and intensity of their thrusts.

"Oh, Hans, God. I've never felt this good before," I moan. I wrap my legs around him, and I pray he'll never leave.

"I haven't either – you feel amazing," he sighs as he pulls all the way out and then pushes all the way in. He kisses me, and I moan against his lips. The force of his thrusts makes my body jiggle in response. His eyes gaze at my jumping breasts, and he thrusts harder. I'm moaning with pleasure and gasping his name. His arms wrap around me, keeping me close to him.

He's really giving it to me now, and the smack of our bodies turns me on even more. It feels unbelievably amazing. His hand caresses its way down to my clitoris.

"Hans, oh god. Oh, god. Oh, GOD." I twisting in his arms, my body is shaking from the pleasure. He must hit a new angle or something because suddenly, I'm screaming and can't comprehend doing anything but screaming in ecstasy. Then, my body builds to a crescendo – tightening, tensing, losing all conscious thought – that slowly fades from a roar into a content buzz.

"I'm going to cum, Nicole," Hans grunts. I wait with anticipation, curious what it will feel like. With a few more thrusts and groans, I feel increasingly wet inside. He slowly pulls out and collapses next to me, moving to kiss me frantically.

"I am so damn glad you followed me here," he tells me breathlessly. I grin and cuddle up against him.

"And I am so damn glad I was able to find you." I sigh with happiness. "That was pretty incredible….when do you think we could do it again?" He laughs and strokes my hair.

"My insatiable minx. Gimme a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do." He winks. I snuggle more closely against him. We doze lightly for a few minutes, limbs entangled.

"Other than having sex, is there anything else you'd like to do today?" I consider.

"How about the beach? I would need a swimsuit first, but I would love to see it."

"Let's! I would be more than happy to get you a bikini," he says, arms wrapping around my naked torso.

"Then we should do something about this place…you need to decorate! Are there any art galleries around? We should go there on the way back."

"I had a feeling you would ask. I didn't decorate yet because I knew you would want to help, that is, if you came. And I really hoped you would." I kiss him tenderly. "How about I make you breakfast, you can freshen up, and then we can find you a swimsuit and go to the beach?"

"Sounds wonderful." He rolls over and moves to get out of bed. "I think you're forgetting something that has to come first though," I tease, flinging my arms around his neck and stroking his chest.

"How could I forget?" he replies huskily. He turns around and lightly pushes me back onto the bed. While kissing me deeply, his hands massage my body. "Want to try getting on top?" he asks, fingers inside me. I can feel his erection pressing against my leg.

"I would love to." We kiss, and I gasp with pleasure as his member enters me.