“I am going to go and take the longest nap!” Birdie said from the railing, as we waved the boat goodbye.
“Really? You’re going to waste a few hours on sleep?” Xavier goaded her.
“Don’t judge me on how I spend my time. No one is going to be asking me for a snack, and it’s going to be glorious. What are you guys going to do?”
“We’re going to go cliff jumping and then snorkeling."
“Of course you are.” Birdie rolled her eyes, laughing.
Large hands slid around my waist and dropped something heavy into the front pocket of my canvas shorts.
“I have an idea of what I would like to do while everyone is gone,” Oliver whispered into my ear.
“Say more,” I teased.
“Meet me in our bedroom in five minutes.”
I slid my hand inside my pocket to feel for what Oliver had sneakily put into my pocket. The smooth coolness of the glass immediately gave it away and I quickly checked the time on my watch. Hurriedly, I made my way to the small bathroom off the kitchen area and swished some mouthwash, fluffed my hair, and dabbed on a bit of perfume.
Oliver and I had been together for ten and a half years now, but I still got butterflies when it cameto him and the filthy things he did to my body. Time and life had not changed the way we still lit each other up. Excitement coursed through my veins as I made my way down the narrow stairway to our bedroom suite.
I grabbed the handle and opened the door. The blackout curtains were drawn and the small lamp on the nightstand illuminated the room in a soft orange glow. I stepped inside and locked the door.
“So, what exactly do you have in mind?” I called into the room, looking around for Oliver, who was nowhere to be found.
“Hello?” I called.
The small door to the ensuite bathroom opened and Oliver walked out in tight black boxer briefs, his gorgeous honey-colored abs on full display. I moved my eyes down his body, following the soft blond trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband.
“Give me the toy.”
I did as he said and handed him the glass plug he had gifted me for my birthday those many years ago.
“Take off your clothes,” he said as he cupped his hardening cock.
As always, I did as he instructed, knowing that as long as I followed his directions, I would soon be filled to the brim and experiencing pure euphoria.
I slid my white canvas shorts down my tanned legs and kicked them to the side, then pulled the string at the top of my neck to untie the hot-pink bikini top. It fell forward and I grazed my hands down my front to cup my breasts, pinching my pebbled nipples. Two could play this teasing game, and luckily, after all these years, I knew what turned him on.
Oliver inhaled and I smiled, knowing that I was doing exactly to him as he was to me.
I pulled the second string at my back and let the top fall to the ground at my feet. I then slowly moved my hand to my bikini bottoms, pushing them down at a glacial pace. I caught the way that Oliver sucked in the corner of his lip and his breath quickened.
Stepping out of the bottoms, I threw them to Oliver who caught them and brought them to his face. He inhaled and I instantly grew wet at the thought of his mouth on my pussy. I ran my middle finger through my center and was met with slick moisture.
“Get on the bed. Ass up,” Oliver's deep gravelly voice commanded.
“Yes, Sir.” I winked before climbing up onto the bed and getting on all fours.
I heard Oliver walk back into the bathroom, open and close a drawer, before the bed dipped and I could feel him sidling up behind me.
A cool, wet sensation spread along my ass. I couldn’t help the gasp that left my body before Oliver’s fingers were rubbing the lubricant along me.
“God, I love you,” Oliver said.
“I love you.” I smiled, loving his praise.
“Spread your legs a little more, beautiful.”
