<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr/><div align="center">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br/>Confident… Sean, felt as though this would be a walk in the park. Temptation had been always been something that the Tattoo Artist had been able to withstand, having fought off the advances of numerous clients that had wanted more than just a bit of ink from him. So, when they had made their departure from the boat onto the white sands of the island, his confidence had never faltered. Though, he could sense the nervousness within Thea and as an effort to alleviate her concerns had placed an ink-covered arm around her waist as they were given the tour. Which, in truth was exciting… but paled in comparison to his excitement to finally get her alone.<br/><br/>As the guide vanished into the foliage of the surrounding wild-life, Sean closed the door to their suite and turned to face Thea. Her emerald eyes as expressive as always and the signs that greeted him within the green pools, yanked upon his heart strings. He could feel his heart rate begin to rise due to that look… with Thea, which is all that it ever took to get his motor running. Four years and she still had that effect upon him. Her innocence being one of the biggest turn-ons that he’d ever experienced. Her positioning against the marble counter-tops accentuating the feminine curves that had kept him captivated for so long, coupled with her line of thought that unpacking should be at the top of their to-do list was like a trigger to him. A sheepish grin forming upon his face as he watched her move towards their luggage.<br/><br/>He had opted out of wearing a shirt, deciding that a pair of board-shorts and flip-flops suited their environment best. The shorts were black with gold trim and thread, loosely tied upon his hips to showcase his chiseled physique… while also allowing his member the freedom to ‘breath’ without the restriction of underwear. Atop his head was his favorite hat, situated backwards upon his head in his trademark style. A bit of stubble present upon his face highlighting his need to shave.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until his fiancée had been over at the waist, legs spread slightly, with her back arched, and ass pointed towards him that he decided to move. His powerful legs closing the gap between them in only a few mere steps. With her attention upon the luggage… which, Sean could care less about at this point in time… he moved up behind her. His left hand landing upon the small of her back where it traced the contour of her butt, before settling upon her hip as he pushed the rigid muscles trapped within his shorts into the crease of her cheeks. A delicate caress of his right hand moved her hair to her left shoulder, exposing her flushed face that had been previously veiled by her hair. The subtle caress continuing from there to touch the soft flesh of her upper back, before seizing the zipper of her yellow swimsuit and slowly drew it downward.<br/><br/>“<strong>The luggage can wait… I need you... Now.</strong>” Sean said in a tone dripping with the need he felt for Thea.<br/><br/>The hand that had been resting upon her hip, slowly following the curve of the underside of her butt cheek leading towards the hot treasure hidden beneath the clothes beneath his fingers. Finally settling upon her sex... the heat radiating through the garments into his flesh. Letting him know that she felt the same way that he did. Applying, just the right amount of pressure and circular motion with his fingers... Sean worked the seam of her shorts across her clitoris, hoping to stoke the fire in her into an inferno.