“Charming.”
He laughs and continues with his meal. “How about you? Favorite part?”
“I also enjoyed the snorkeling today.
The manta rays were incredible. But I really enjoyed exploring the town yesterday too. Thank you again for the anklet.”
“It’s beautiful on you.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?” I ask. I’m moving my feet around in the water, back and forth. It feels good between my toes.
“I seem to remember you saying something about spending a whole day in bed.”
“Oh.” My eyes go wide.
“Tomorrow is the half way mark of the trip, seems like a good time.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I grin.
“Skinny dipping! We can scare the fish.”
“And our neighbors.” He smirks.
“Nah, the back of our room is secluded. I already checked.”
He looks up at me, startled, and then breaks out into laughter. I smile smugly back at him and drink my wine.
“This is beautiful.” I look out over the water and sigh. The sun is starting to set, and we’ve finished our meal. “Do you mind if I snap some pictures?”
“Go ahead, baby.” He pours himself another glass of wine and sits back to watch me. I sling my camera strap around my neck – I wouldn’t want to drop it in the water – and stand up, wading through the shallow water. It’s warm around my ankles, the sand is soft, and the light is perfect.
I take about a hundred shots, of the water, the trees and of the tiny island itself. It’s something out of a tropical island calendar. Then I turn the lens to my relaxed boyfriend and take a few shots without him seeing me. He’s looking down at his wine, his expression thoughtful. He glances up at me and gives me that sexy half smile, and he’s perfection. Open white shirt, black shorts, blonde hair and golden skin, sitting casually at a romantic table set for two with a single red rose in a vase.
The sight is devastating.
Suddenly, he stands and walks toward me through the water and takes the camera from me. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me to his side, turning the lens toward us and snaps a picture of the two of us together.
For the past three days, when we were out, if I had my camera with me he would ask someone to take a photo of the two of us together.
Yes, we are capturing lots of memories, and it makes me smile.
He places the strap back around my neck and kisses my forehead.
“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious, and romantic.”
“My pleasure.”
“When are we being picked up?” I run my hands up and down his chest, under his open shirt.
“In about twenty minutes.”
“Okay, let’s go for a walk around the island. It’s small, it should only take about ten minutes.”
“Let’s go.” He links his fingers through mine and we set off, wading through the ankle-deep water.
When we make it back to the table, our ride to the hut is pulling up. We board the small boat and set off across the darkening water.
***
I wake to the sun across my face and no covers over my naked body. Luke’s face is between my legs.
“Holy shit!” I come up off the bed, bracing myself on my elbows, and gaze in pure shock at Luke tilting my hips up so he can bury his face in my pussy, licking and teasing my clit.
“Good morning, baby,” he whispers against my core and blows on that most sensitive spot.
“Oh my God,” is all I can say as I collapse back down on the bed. I feel his grin and he slips two fingers inside me, making a ‘come here’ motion and light erupts through me.
Holy Fuck.
I bear down and come violently as he continues to suck on my clit and rock those fingers around inside me, my muscles shuddering around him. Finally he kisses my tattoo gently and works his magic all the way up my torso until he’s lying next to me, brushing my hair off my face.
“Good morning,” I murmur. “Not a bad way to wake up.”
“I’m glad you approve.” He kisses me and I taste myself on him and it ignites my libido all over again.
Surprising him, I grip his shoulders and push him back on the bed, lying on top of him and resting my pulsating sex on his hard cock. Playing his own game, I link my fingers in his and push our hands up to the sides of his head and hold him down.
“What are you going to do with me?”
he grins, his eyes shining with desire. I roll my hips on him and he exhales sharply.
“Well,” I bend down and bite his neck softly, then lave it with my tongue.
“After that fantastic wake-up call, I think I’ll fuck you.”
“Is that right?” He pushes against my hands, but I hold him down with all my might. We both know he could easily break my hold, but he plays along. “I’m not stopping you, baby.”
I lean forward until I feel the tip of his cock against my lips and then I sink down on him until he’s completely buried in me.
“Fuck,”
he
whispers
between
clenched teeth.
“You feel so good.”
I start to rock, slow and shallow, back and forth, taunting and teasing him. With each downward motion I clench my muscles around him, then let go as I rock back up. I gently sweep my lips across his and tease the tip of his nose with mine.
Just when I think he’s ready to come I stop and loosen my muscles.
“Oh, you are such a tease. I should spank you.”
“I have your hands.” I reply and start to rock again.
“So you do.” His eyes close and he bites his lip as I increase the tempo and the pleasure is just too much. I let go of his hands and sit up, riding him fast and hard.
“Grab on to the bed frame.” I love being the boss, and his eyes dilate even more. He complies.
Suddenly I roll off him and grip him in my hand, and take him deep into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Holy fuck!” He grips my head but I pull out of his grasp and glare at him.
“On. The. Bedframe.”
He smiles and complies and I resume the sweet torture, licking my sweetness off him, moving my hands up and down the hardness, and he erupts in my mouth.
As he calms I kiss my way up his body, reveling in his sculpted stomach, teasing his belly button with my teeth. I run my fingertips up his sides and he squirms and laughs. I kiss his neck, his chin and finally place a chaste kiss on his mouth.
“Turnabout is fair play,” I whisper his words from yesterday back to him and he groans.
“Jesus, Nat, you’re going to kill me.”