“The drink or the ummm…sport?”
I nibble my lip, undressing him with my eyes. “Yes.”
It doesn’t take long before that little tease leads to the two of us naked and sweaty on the living room floor of our tiny apartment, panting from the exertion of yet another round of our favorite “sport.”
“Let’s start planning it,” he says, running his fingers lazily from my shoulder down my arm.
Mindless, and still in a state of orgasmic bliss, I seem to have lost sight of our earlier conversation. “Plan what?” I prop my chin on my arms, which are crossed on his bare chest to meet his eyes.
“Bora Bora.”
He beats a hand on my back when I start choking on my own saliva. “We will never be able to afford that, Liam.”
He shrugs. “Never know…we could end up the next big home design show.”
“You don’t do manual labor.” The idea is so farfetched, but I’m now picturing him with a sledgehammer, demolishing walls, and it’s a really sexy visual.
“With my business degree, I could handle all the finances and paperwork, your dad has the construction crew, and you have the eye…”
I can’t help but smile at his vision. “My, aren’t you just full of dreams tonight?”
“What’s stopping us? There’s nothing wrong with setting goals. Gives us something to work for.”
“I suppose.” I twist my pointer finger in circles around his nipple before lapping it with my tongue.
The sound of his throaty laughter has me clenching my naked thighs together. “Calm down, darlin’, I need a little recovery time,” he warns when I wrap my hand around his length.
“Boo.”
“Pick that lip up.” With a finger he pushes my pouty lip back in. “Throw a shirt and some panties on, I have an idea.”
“I still have it.” Liam interrupts my trip down memory lane, popping to his feet to rush off to the bedroom. Could he really tell what was on my mind?
I dip my toes into the hole, swirling them around in the water while anxiously awaiting his return.
He isn’t gone long. Thank goodness, because me and surprises—we are not friends. Liam comes back with a familiar scrapbook clutched in his right hand. Our honeymoon dream book. This was his idea. We started the book that night and worked on it over the course of our marriage, periodically adding pages.
“Oh, my God! I thought this thing was long gone.” I snatch it from his hand, opening to the first page, where we pasted a picture of a bungalow very similar to the one we’re in now. Above the photo it says Our Future Honeymoon Destination in my own handwriting, and beneath the picture, in huge magenta letters, Bora Bora.
A wad of emotion forms in my throat as he curls himself around my back and pulls me to his chest. We begin to flip through the pages together, each one detailing something we wanted to do when we finally made it to our destination. Drink from a coconut, with a magazine clipping of a coconut with a straw and umbrella sticking out of the top. Catch a fish. This sheet has a photo we printed off the internet from a charter company of their fishing boat. Eat our catch. You guessed it, a plate of fresh tuna and rice with seaweed garnish. Ride a Jet Ski. This one has a photo of a couple chasing each other on jet skis in stunning aqua waters. Sex on the beach. We got creative here and attached a photo of both the cocktail and a sexy couple getting it on in the sand. The list goes on and on. We’d have to stay here a month to actually get to it all.
“You really kept it?”
“Yep. I always knew we’d end up taking this trip together.”
“Did you now?” I spin in his lap, smiling at him over my shoulder.
His lips press a kiss to my forehead. “Yep. Never doubted it for a minute.”
I jerk back in his arms. “Really?”
He pinches two fingers together. “Okay, maybe there was a very brief nanosecond where I worried it might not happen.”
With a roll of my eyes, I withdraw my feet from the ocean and curl my knees to my chest. “Where should we start?” I’m suddenly eager to begin checking items off from our list.
His warm breath brushes my ear sending a tingle down my spine. “Sex on the beach?”
“Pretty sure we’d end up arrested. You better start researching private beaches.”
“I was talking about the drink, you nympho.”
Liam
Sex on the beach
“Fuck me…” My blood heats despite the pool of cool water I’m floating in when Nya’s hot little body rounds the corner. My dick stands at full mast.
A grin splits her face as she promenades across the deck in a bright green bikini with a yellow, tropical-flowered print. Her long, dark hair is slung over one shoulder in a thick braid. A floral crown rests atop her head, creating a veil of innocence. The cleavage pouring out of her top, and the way her ass is spilling from her bottom, however, squash that illusion. Her curvy hips sway along to the beat of the sultry music flowing from the speaker of my phone behind me.
“Oh, I’m a sure thing.” With a wink, she lowers herself into the pool beside me, squealing when the cold water hits the tops of her breasts.
I pull her toward me, blocking her in against the wall in an attempt to warm her up with my body. “That so?”
“Si.” Yes. Her heady stare meets mine.
Just before our lips touch, room service rows up in a little canoe with our drinks. “It’s like having Ellie with us in spirit,” I groan into Nya’s ear before turning to collect our drinks and tipping the delivery guy.
“Ellie who?” She looks around in feigned confusion.
“Exactly.” I hand my wife a cocktail. “Now…where were we?”
“About to enjoy some sex on the beach.” Nya’s bronzed skin shimmers in the glow of the setting sun as she bites the cherry off the stem and chews it seductively. I never imagined I could be seduced by watching a woman eat. Then again, I’m sure it has everything to do with the fact that it’s this woman. Pretty sure I could catch a stiffy from watching her tie her shoes.
She pops the stem into her mouth then makes a show of knotting it with her tongue.
“Impressive.” I pluck the knot from her tongue, inspecting it closely. “You just have all kinds of hidden talents, don’t you?”
“Learned how to do that at a fun party with Hannah and her bridesmaids before her bachelorette party.”
“As opposed to an unfun party?”
She snorts. “Tell me you know what a fun party is, Liam?”
“Any party I’m at,” I say with a scoff. Obviously.
She sets her drink on the deck, bringing a hand to her chest to add flare to her raucous laughter.
“I’ll bite…what is it?”
“It’s a sex toy party… you know, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs…”
Well now I’m just floating here wondering what types of toys she went home with. “You uhh… purchase anything?”
“I’ve been alone for the better part of ten years, hubby. What do you think?”
“I don’t know… I always imagined you using your fingers.” I shrug. “I might need to take a peek into your toybox.”