A knock sounds, and he says, “Turn around. No one gets to see you naked but me.”
His intent look sends a throb between my legs. His possessiveness is not only endearing, but it also makes me hot.
I turn around, hearing him shuffling for a pair of pants and opening thedoor.
When he returns, he places the tray on the surface of the pool. I tread through the water and take a few sips of orange juice.
As we dig into the scrumptious breakfast, he asks, “What do you want to do today?”
I am about to answer when he quickly adds, “An activity that won’t exhaust you, because tonight you’re mine.”
A delicious tremor rolls down my spine and wetness gathers between my thighs—that’s the norm with him. I never thought I’d be this sexual creature, but with him it’s more—carnal desire rolled with emotional need. His unapologetic want for me is a potent aphrodisiac, drugging all my senses and making me high on him.
I feel free, sexy, desired—a potent combination that makes me lose my mind over him.
I push the tray, and it floats away while I sashay to him.
Lifting on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck. “So, no zoo today?”
“You’re unleashing the animal in me just fine,” he groans.
How I love that I can do that.
“And we wouldn’t want that.” I tease, continuing to play.
“Oh, you want it all right. It’s your fault my cock is constantly hard as fuck. So, make it bearable,” he demands in a hoarse voice.
A tremor rocks me, instantly making me wanton. He’s so sexual it wouldn’t surprise me if I turn into an addict, craving another blissful high. Combined with his cock stretching between us, ready to impale me, it’s a wonder I can still play the seduction game.
“I have to, don’t I, since I’m the reason?”
He grips my chin, biting into my neck. “Yes, you’re the reason behind my permanent state of want and need. It’s your mess.”
“And I have to clean it up, don’t I?” I rasp, my thighs clenching.
“Keep talking like that, and I’m hauling you back into bed and won’t get out until they throw us out.”
I giggle, feeling light-headed. I want him to do just that.
“Come on, let’s see that zoo you wanted before I change my mind.”
He’s so selfless, so intent on making all my wishes come true that I fall even deeper in love with him. It was naïve of me to think I could keep us from happening.
He has dug in my chest, rooting himself there, taking ownership of my heart.
All the way to the zoo, the sexual tension drips between us like honey—thick with desire, sweet with the promise of release. I am a horny mess. Not repeating that mistake. Delayed gratification is not for me.
Luckily, when we reach the zoo, my attention switches. It’s an exotic paradise, birds of assorted colors and shapes flying above our heads, creating raucous sounds.
The humidity has sweat breaking on my nape, but the visual makes it all bearable—rich green vegetation.
Seeing a koala, I squeal, pointing at it. It’s the cutest thing possible, but when I spot the baby koala in its momma’s arms, my eyes well with tears.
I bury my face in his chest, crying—overwhelmed with emotions, all of them good.
“Hey, baby, what’s the matter?” he coos gently, caressing my back.
I look up at him, saying through a hiccup, “They’re too sweet.”
