I kissed her breasts and nibbled gently on her nipples.
“I’m so glad to have these back,” I groaned.
“I know what you mean,” she sighed.
“I really like your new bikini, Babe,” I said and pulled at the little bows on the sides.
“The sales assistant assured me it was a hit with horny foreigners. So, I had to have it.”
“Every time a coconut, hey? I have to send her a bouquet of roses.”
Angel was completely naked–just the way I like her to be. I shimmied out of my swimsuit and lay on top of her on the lounger.
“Have I told you yet today how much I love you, Mrs. Mikhailov?”
“Nope.”
“Shameful. I love you, Angel Mikhailov.”
“I love you too, Max.”
My lover’s body was bathed in orange and pink hues as the sun hung low in the sky.
“Thank you, Angel.”
“For what?”
“For trusting me and, most of all, believing in me. You’ve made me a better man.”
“I knew you were the man for me. You’re worth it.”
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I slid my hardon into Angel. She gasped, as she always did, and the look in her eyes thrilled me, as it always did. We made passionate love while the sun hid its face, and the moon took over as the celestial light in our storybook romance.
After our lovemaking was over, we took a quick dip in the ocean and then showered before dinner.
“I’m starving,” Angel smiled as JP served our dinner.
“I’ll always think of you when I eat steak on a yacht,” I told a grinning Angel once JP was gone.
“Yeah. Let’s keep that to ourselves, shall we?”
“You’re so hot.”
“Cut it out, you’re making me blush.”
“Oh, I thought it was the afterglow,” I laughed.
“Haha.”
We ate and laughed and watched the moon’s light cascading over the water.
“Brandy, my love?” I asked.
“No, thanks, I’m high on life.”
“Cute.”
“I have a gift for you,” Angel said once I sat down after dinner with my brandy.