“Damian, how come your friends never bring women here?” I asked him as we were lounging in the cabana. I've wondered for some time why I never met any of their girlfriends.
“We made a pact that we would only bring special ones here; girlfriends or wives. This is a private beach; I don’t want them bringing around just any women they met," he explained as he played with my hair.
“Ohh.. Am I a special someone to you?” I teased him.
“Need you ask? Do you want me to show you how special you are to me?” His eyes twinkled as his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Yeah. You need to show me.” I nodded my head, looking at him seriously.
His hand shot so fast to grab my nape and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply.
He drew back and looked at me. “Enough?”
“More than enough, at least for now.” I grinned at him.
“Nympho.” He laughed at me.
“Fiend.” I countered back and he kissed me hard again.
“Then we won’t get tired of each other.” He smiled softly.
