Chapter 1: Arrival

The warm Philippine sun was beginning to lower in the sky as Paul and Faith stepped through the carved wooden doorway of their private cabana at Kandaya Resort. The scent of saltwater mingled with frangipani on the breeze, and beyond the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the azure ocean glimmered in the distance. Their two-bedroom sanctuary was modern yet earthy — polished stone floors, gauzy curtains that danced with the breeze, and a wide-open living space that flowed seamlessly to their private garden, where a hot tub bubbled beside the turquoise pool.

Faith moved ahead, her slim frame silhouetted by the shifting sunlight. She was stunning — 5’8”, confident in her skin, and utterly magnetic. Her dark hair was styled in her usual undercut, both sides of her head shaved clean while the rest coiled in a mass of curls piled high. She had a way of owning every room she entered, from her sharp English wit to her unapologetically firm nipples that pressed against the fabric of her thin top. She turned and smiled at Paul — that beautiful, knowing smile that always left him undone.

Paul followed her in, duffel still slung over his shoulder. Fit and handsome in his late forties, with warm brown eyes and tousled hair that hadn’t lost its boyish charm, he paused at the threshold of their bedroom. A sprawling king-sized bed awaited them, draped in crisp linen and a white canopy that fluttered in the breeze from the open glass doors. Candles had already been placed at intervals around the room by the resort staff — a welcome gesture, but one that promised far more than just relaxation.

“Wow, this place,” Faith breathed, stepping into the center of the room, her hands already tugging at the hem of her top.

Paul didn’t answer — he didn’t need to. He crossed the room in three strides, caught her waist, and kissed her. It was not a polite, restrained kiss. It was raw. Deep. The kind that said this vacation starts now.

They undressed each other in greedy movements, clothes falling in a trail to the floor. Faith lay back on the bed, propped on her elbows, her legs spreading instinctively as Paul dropped between them. Her pussy was bare and already slick, lips glistening, the scent of her arousal hitting him like a brick.

He kissed her thighs first — slow, savoring. Her muscles twitched under his mouth as he moved higher, teasing her with soft licks and warm breath. And then, without warning, his tongue found her. Faith cried out, hips rising from the bed, the first of many sounds she would make. Paul knew her well — the way she responded to pressure, to rhythm, to being edged just before she slipped into bliss.

She groaned louder, fingers clutching at the sheets as he pushed her higher and higher, then slowed, letting the orgasm back away just before it could take her.

“You tease,” she gasped, breathless, grinning wildly. “My turn.”

Paul let her push him onto his back. She straddled his chest for a moment, grinding against him playfully before sliding down between his legs. Her hand wrapped around his cock, already hard and leaking, and with a devilish look in her eye, she took him into her mouth.

He groaned, one hand in her curls, the other gripping the sheets. Faith was merciless with her mouth — slow strokes, tongue swirling under the tip, a teasing glance upward that nearly made him lose control.

But neither of them wanted it to end yet.

She pulled off with a pop and climbed back on top of him, letting his cock press against her soaked entrance, teasing them both. Then she leaned down, whispering against his lips: “You’re not coming until I do.”

She guided him inside her slowly, inch by inch, moaning as her body stretched to take him. Once fully seated, she rocked her hips, riding him in slow, rolling waves. The room filled with wet sounds, gasps, the slap of skin. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard, flushed with heat and arousal. She rode him hard, then soft, then hard again — until he flipped her onto her back and took over, plunging deep as she threw her head back and cried out.

“Fuck, yes, Paul—don’t stop—just like that—”

She came with a scream, fingers digging into his back, thighs squeezing his waist, her entire body trembling around him.

The tight, pulsing grip of her orgasm dragged him over the edge. With a growl, Paul buried himself deep, thrusting through his release as her pussy milked every drop from him.

They collapsed together, breathless, tangled in sweat-damp sheets. Faith giggled, flushed and glowing, her voice still hoarse.

“Think the neighbors heard us?” she teased.

Paul grinned, brushing her hair from her cheek. “I hope they did.”