“No,” I reply.
“Excellent. So in that case, to answer your question, I was kind of hoping that the two of us could spend the day on the beach swimming totally naked and then sunbathing on the sand.”
Me and him, totally naked on the beach?
That’s certainly not how I imagined I’d be spending my Christmas Day, but knowing that it’s going to be just the two of us is very enticing.
“Sounds like pure heaven. But what about the resort staff?” I ask.
“They’ve all gone for the day. No one will be back until tomorrow. Richard has allowed us full access to anything we need on the island, and there is still security in case we need them. However, they won’t be anywhere where they can see us.”
“So you’re saying it’s literally just the two of us, all alone at this huge ass resort?”
“Yep. Just you, me, and seventy-four spectacular acres of pure bliss.”
He gives me another kiss and I feel his palm slide down my bare chest and stomach, and when he reaches the top of my groin, he hesitates.
“It’s okay, you can touch it. It’s not going to break, you know?”
His eyes immediately fill with lust and desire, and I know he’s been craving to touch me since the accident happened, and I also know he’s been beating himself up about it since we landed here. He places a hand to the back of my head and pulls me in for another kiss. He takes me deeper this time, swirling our tongues together as he gently caresses my cock and it only takes a few seconds for me to get hard. He continues stroking me gently, then proceeds to kiss my chin, going lower, down my neck and onto my chest before making his way over my abs. He releases his grip from around my cock, then continues to cover my stomach with soft kisses, and when he gets to my dick, I’m expecting him to wrap his lips around it, instead, he presses a gentle kiss on the head, and gives it a quick lick with his tongue. I squirm and let out a frustrated moan.
“Tease!” I tell him.
“I’m not going to risk injuring you again. The fact that I still get to taste you and hold it in my hand is enough. We have all the time in the world to play with ourselves.”
The way he emphasizes on the word ‘play’ has my cock weeping and me wanting to say ‘fuck it, just take me now,’ but I know I’d be wasting my breath trying to convince Liam to suck my brains out while I’m still not fully recovered.
“I have something for you,” he says, letting go of me.
He moves to his bag resting on one of the armchairs, and he pulls out a black box, then wanders back over to me.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, handing me the box.
“I—I haven’t had a chance to get you anything yet. I was about to go to the gift shop before you walked in.”
“I actually don’t think there is one on the island. And besides, you don’t need to get me anything. I have everything I want, right here.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss.
“But I feel terrible, you giving me a gift and I have nothing to give you,” I admit.
“Are we really going to start this again? On Christmas Day?”
I smile, accepting defeat. With his arms still wrapped around my waist, I slowly lift the lid of the black box and my eyes widen when I find the gold Rolex watch peeping up at me.
“Holy shit, Liam. I—this is too much. I can’t accept this.”
“Yes, you can.”
He removes his hands from my waist and takes the box from me. He then carefully takes out the Rolex and turns it upside down showing me an inscription engraved on the base of the watch.
Dylan
With love,
Liam
He then slides the Rolex over my hand and onto my wrist and he clips it into place before kissing the back of my palm.
