She woke up once when he spooned up  next to her, wrapped  his arm around her and tucked her in close to him.  She thought he’d drifted back to sleep until he  began kissing her neck and  she felt him getting hard against her back.  It was a sweet wet chore and their fatigue passed as fingertips caressed and kisses were exchanged in total darkness.  She listened quietly to his whispers and responded with uncompromised affection.  He released her when he felt her satisfied and he was spent.  She turned away and then scooted against him, searched for his  arm and then buried them deep  under the  covers  before she relaxed again. 

 

She woke up and took a minute to separate reality and  her dreams. He was sleeping deeply, she  stepped out of  their bed, relieved  herself and freshened up. She looked at herself nude in  the  bathroom mirror and  compared what she saw  with how she felt inside, smiling at the sting of the  sweet deep soreness he had caused.  She looked again and thought “this is  all  I have. I didn’t even come wearing panties” She thought about  that  for  a  moment,  felt the ache begin  to  return and the soreness and smiled.

 

She had heard the waves during the night, remembered they were at the beach and looked around to see where curtains enclosed  them.  She thought once to go  and peek, but then decided to  see  what was out  there when he  showed her. She would see everything,  do everything, when  he showed her.  She slipped under the covers and  snuggled next  to him.  He  settled against  her  and wrapped his arm  around her again  and  she smiled to herself. He still knew she was there, and she drifted  off. 

 

When she woke  up  again, she was  hugging a pillow  heavy with  his scent, the sheets smelled of sex.  She thought for a second and tried to summon the taste of  him, his  kisses.   She felt his hand slide  under the  sheets and across her tummy. She turned  to see  him  sitting  on the  edge  of  their  bed  with a small sweaty glass  of iced water.  She  smiled and raised up  taking the water from him  and  drinking.  His ice cold fingertips caressed her nipple just as she began to drink and she squealed and slapped his  hand. He kissed  her  neck and bit her ear  just a bit.

"Apology accepted"  She said, and asked for more water. 

"Hungry?"  He kissed her again

"Mmmm, starved. Want me to fix  something? I can cook, kind of"

"I called down for something. It's 4:00 in  the  afternoon.  I  thought  something  light and  then  we'd do  whatever we want for dinner."

"4:00?   Mmmm        we slept,  and  you  woke  me up, and     afterward     slept some more.  Where's your dresser?"  What did you get for us to eat?"  She walked over to  where he pointed and started rummaging through the  drawers. He watched silently as  she  prowled and took  out a pair of his boxer shorts and a white tee shirt and disappeared into  the bathroom. 

"Croissants and bagels, butter and cream  cheese, fruit plate  soft boiled eggs"

"Starving! Where is it?" she had pulled  her hair back into a pony  tail and  was  wearing his  tee  shirt  and boxer shorts.  "How is my  wardrobe? I thought it would be easy to take  off  again!"  She turned around, bent  slightly and wiggled her butt at him  and giggled.

"Open the curtains and we'll eat out on  the patio" He went to an outer room that food and service could  be  brought and left without  disturbing  the occupants. 

 

She went to the large panel of heavy  curtains, found the seam and pulled them  apart.  The sunlight caused her to shade  her eyes, but  she could see all the way down the beach  and along  the  coast. The tide was out and  the beach shined. Sliding the doors apart, the  breeze struck  her as a  little too cool and  raised  goosebumps.   She could smell  the salt  and feel both warmth from the sun and cool from  the breeze.  She  felt him put his heavy  bathrobe around her, and  could smell his scent  again and it  warmed her as she  slipped  her arms  through the sleeves and wrapped  up in it.  

"You seem to always  be putting something around me to cover me"

"Its my job it would seem"

" You  keep taking my clothes  off  of  me.  What's my job then?"   He pulled her  to him, whispered in her ear and  kissed her neck.
"I can do that"  She  saw he was  smiling  at her. He turned and set the food on the patio table and  pulled  her chair out for  her.  She  blushed, and felt a surge  of affection when  he treated her like a  lady, and sat down  and  smiled  again. He pulled his chair next to her and put a plate between them.

 

She  reached for a bagel and a croissant, tearing  a bite off of  one and buttering another,  then another with  creme cheese.  She picked up and spread napkins for both of them, and watched as he cracked and peeled soft boiled eggs and dug a steaming bite out with a spoon  and held  it for her. She blew on it to cool and  took  a bite, and then another and watched  him as he fed her, peeled  another and put the shells on the plate.  He  poured hot tea,  and she sipped  from  his cup  and felt the warmth  insulate her in the cool breeze she  was  enjoying as she looked  down the beach.

 

"In case you  wanted to know, yes, I'm very happy".  She said and then took another  sip of their tea. He reached over  and held her hand. It made her smile and then she felt him  touch her palm  to his  face,  hold it there for a moment  or two,  then  kiss it.

"It crossed my mind.  All I  want is for you, for  us,  to be happy",  He held her hand to his cheek again.

"Is that too much to ask? So much I want to  do with you"  She  scooted close to him.

He opened her robe,  just a bit and ran his hand under the  tee shirt  and over her breasts, her tummy,  and  she uncrossed  her legs. 
"What  are you doing?"  She smiled when she  asked, then spread her legs and ran  her  fingertips over his forehead.

"Wanted to  see if you had  a full tummy. I have  to  take  good care  of my pet"

"It  is,  for  now.  But  that's not my  tummy your checking now"    She moaned and felt  him explore her  thighs.

"Hmmm, must be doing something  right,  by the  look  of you"  He massaged her until  she sat  back  spread her  legs more. He sat in front of her slipped off the boxers she  was wearing and put her legs over his  shoulders and kissed  between  her thighs.   The cool air and his kisses sent shivers  through her and she closed the robe across her chest and put her hand behind his  neck  and massaged him with her fingers.

"You're  doing everything right.  Everything. See,  I told you they'd be easy to take  off"

 

 

 
   

 


 
 

 
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