“Damian, are you not embarrassed about last night?” I asked him as we were getting ready to meet his friends again the next day.
It was becoming a habit for us to have dinner with them on the private beach. Today, Marco would be cooking us new meals which he was thinking of putting into the restaurant menus.
“Embarrass? Hmm..” He paused to think before continuing, “Yes. I wouldn’t really want anyone to see me fucking you, but I couldn’t control myself when I’m with you.”
“You are okay with anything else other than making love in public?” I asked him again as I buttoned up his shirt. I frowned and unbuttoned it. He wouldn’t need to cover his body, why should I button up his shirt?
“I don’t mind in front of my friends only. Still, I wouldn’t show them your tits or whatever else. Fucking? Not even in front of my friends if I can help it. But then I can’t help it when I’m with you, Baby girl.” He caught my hand and brought it over his chest, under his shirt.
