But as much as I love our little rascals, it’s so good to have some time alone with Tate. He slips his arms around me, smiling as his eyes stay focused on the sunset. I know he feels it too. When you have kids, your life becomes all about them. We started this relationship as just the two of us, devoting every hour of every day to one another. Now, we barely have a moment to stop and smell the roses because as perfect as our life is, it has taken precious alone time from us.
Which is why days like today mean so much to me. We don’t even need to talk much, to do anything in particular, or push ourselves in any way. Just being in one another’s company is so special. Ten whole years together, and there’s still so much love between us. We’re still as passionate about one another as the day we met, as obsessed with each other as the first time we made love. And now, as I sit on Tate's sun bed with him and he holds me close, I feel the same butterflies in my tummy as when I first laid eyes on him.
“You’re much more beautiful than the sunset. You know that right?” he whispers in my ear. His warm breath sends shudders down my spine and I revel in the moment his hands begin to explore my body.
My body has changed a lot over the years. I’ve kept my curves, but having had three kids, my skin is looser and I’m carrying a little extra weight. Some people might feel self-conscious, but I don’t, because I know he loves me exactly as I am. He growls in delight as he touches places that only he has permission to explore.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he growls in my ear. “How did you get to be so damn beautiful?”
I sigh into his touch, letting his hand venture between my legs, dipping under my bikini bottoms. He begins to pleasure me, his touch feeling as good as it did ten years ago. In fact, maybe it even feels better. All these years together have sweetened the sex like a maturing fine wine. We understand each other’s bodies better than ever, and we know exactly what we both like. What we want.
“I’m never going to forget this day,” I breathe. His lips move to my neck, planting gentle kisses on my skin.
“Me neither, baby. Ten whole years. I can barely believe how time has flown by.”
His fingers gently touch my clit, making me gasp in pleasure.
I laugh breathily.
“Who would’ve guessed. The world didn’t expect us to last, everyone was ready for us to trip up and fail…and now look at us.”
“I’m the luckiest man alive,” he growls in my ear. “God, you’re so wet…”
“You make me wet,” I murmur in response. I grind harder against his hand, making him groan.
I know how much he loves it when I do that.
But I’m hungry for more. Now that we’re here, the sunset a backdrop to this moment, I want all of him. I want to make love to him like we do almost every single day. It’s always special, even after all this time. I straddle him and feel his hardness press against me through his swim trunks. The animal in him comes alive, grabbing me and holding me over his member. I release him from his shorts as he pushes my bikini bottoms to the side and sink down on him, riding him slow and deep. He growls, kissing me hard. We’ve made love in a number of different places in a lot of different ways, but I’ve never fucked him on a boat in Greece before. I suppose this memory will be yet another that sticks with me forever, my body remembering the pleasure for years to come…