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Iwasn’t expecting to be sailing off again so soon after arriving at the settlement, but then again, I didn’t expect any of this to happen. This entire week has been a whirlwind of news, both good and bad, but overall, I’m optimistic.
Taylor is having my baby, and there’s no better high than knowing I’m about to become a father.
I have trouble thinking about anything else. Baby names run through my head in a mad scramble, and I’ve been bouncing them off Taylor the entire way to the island. I think she’s had enough by the time we reach the island.
I received this lovely little speck in the Indian Ocean for a hell of a bargain about fifteen years ago, but I don’t visit it often enough. It’s a tropical paradise, a diamond in the great blue ocean, but very few people will ever set foot on its sandy beaches.
Five years ago, I had a mansion built here for when I visited, but I never had time to check it out. Only now, with the Red Council on our tail and a pregnant wife by my side, do I step foot here again to rediscover the paradise I ignored for so long.
The island is not too big, only a few kilometers in each direction, but that’s exactly why it’s perfect. Most people wouldn’t stumble upon it by accident, and even if they did, it looks like nothing more than a cluster of trees floating around on an island in the ocean.
But behind the trees is my personal paradise, one that will now be shared with Taylor as she begins the journey into motherhood. It’s a beautiful place, but I’m still nervous as I bring her to the house. I’m not sure how she’ll take the heat.
She squints in the sun, cupping her hand over her eyes as we walk across the sand toward the tree line. “Is it always this hot in the winter?”
“Sometimes hotter,” I admit. “But to be fair, it doesn’t get as hot in the summer as you would expect. It’s basically just hot year-round.”
She picks up a shell from the sand and examines it, turning the mathematically precise piece of evolutionary splendor over a few times in her hand. She smiles. “I think I like it here.”
“Really?” I ask, trying not to sound too eager.
“Yeah,” she says, scrunching her nose at me. “And we can have sex on the beach.”
“Very sandy,” I caution.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way,” she says, winking and continuing along toward the trees.
I follow her like a beast hunting his prey, wondering if now isn’t the worst time to enjoy her perfect body. Having sex outdoors is a particularly freeing experience, and it’d be a shame if we didn’t do it at least once.
So, I do what any man would do if he found himself on a lonely island with the most beautiful woman in the world.
I grab her, and I tear her clothes off.
The heat of her lips in the afternoon sun is like a splash of whiskey, and the softness of her skin in contrast with the sand is like the battle between good and evil. In this case, evil seems to win, but neither of us are perturbed.
We roll in the sand, reveling in the gritty discomfort as I take her from behind. The breeze blows her hair to the side, and I plant a kiss on her lips, tasting the salty passion waiting there for me.
I’m in love with Taylor, and I express that through the way I move, direct and earnest, but gentle and careful of her comfort.
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Taylor
The sensation of Danya inside of me eclipses the discomfort of the sand against my skin. I’d say that the old adage not to make love on the beach isn’t without merit, but it feels good to break the rules sometimes.
With miles of water on the horizon, I feel like someone would be able to spot us from a boat if they were to pass by, but there’s something in me that wishes for that very thing. Most people would be ashamed to get caught, but the possibility turns me on.
And, just like that, a whole new realm of opportunities is opened to me. My thoughts wander to what it would be like to have someone standing there in the sand, watching me on my hands and knees, my breasts moving in sync with the waves.
What would their reaction be? Or would there be no reaction at all?
I picture a stern look, not unlike the one Danya gives me when he’s angry. I think I’d like for this imaginary stranger to disapprove what I’m doing. I’d look him in the eye and wink at him as I Danya finished inside of me, happy to rebel against all that is good and decent.
I dig my fingers into the sand, finding the cool moister a few inches deep and planting my palms there as Danya thrusts in and out from behind. His balls slap against my pussy and it feels like heaven.
I take in a breath of the crisp seaside air and let it out in a deep moan. “Oh, fuck, Danya, that’s so good.”
He runs his fingers through my hair up from the base of my head to the back of my scalp, curling them until he has me in his firm grip and then pulling my head back. He leans in, whispering into my ear. “I’m going to show you good, you dirty girl.”
