Again in the morning, again in the light—pillar of golden-see—he took her over island’s face, both forward to the sun; forward of her body’s lean, his close in bend above; her rhythm and press and forcing back; fluid glide of his forward-meet; body’s shock in meet’s collide, compress of her ass in absorb of the strike, feel of his strong beneath; hand to her waist, thumb’s dig into dimple of back; high hold of his second and nipple’s catch in her rock and move in wide-fingered spread of his hold; her face looking down, violet blush of the stone, her own mauve and red; faster in race, stronger in make, raise and louder of sounds in room as she felt his waver, tighten of hold into waved floodings of the light; her body lower, his in follow, cool of the island face, warmth of the pillar of light, and heat of their hold in keep and living pulse.