His question makes my body quiver. “I would like nothing more than you to fuck me right now, but I bought a new bikini I want to show you, and I was thinking maybe we can perhaps go make out in the ocean. It’s on my bucket list,” I say, winking at him, then grab my bag to walk into the bathroom to change. Before I close the door I look at him. “Meghan helped me pick out a new bikini. I think you will like it.” I close the door, watching his mouth hang open.
I turn to take in the bathroom. It is all white with all windows. The bathtub sits in the middle of the room, the walk-in shower in the corner. There are no cabinets in this room but a door in the corner, which holds the toilet and sink. I quickly open my bag, taking out my new red bikini. I shake my head thinking about the argument I had with Meghan. This is a bikini that a twenty-year-old wears. Not someone my age. After she hit me upside the head, I looked in the mirror, happy with what I saw.
Yes, I’m not twenty something. But I’m me, and I rock this fucker.
I finish tying the top. Not having a full-length mirror in the bathroom, I have no idea how I look. I guess Cooper’s reaction will be the test.
I open the door, walking out in my new bikini, waiting for him to look. His eyes take me in. The top of the bikini is a triangle with frills running down. The bikini bottoms are a new style for me. It’s called Brazilian, which means barely there. The little triangle in the front is very low cut, but the back is smaller than the front, not a thong, but not a full ass cover. I do a full turn to show him the back. His chest heaving is a sign that I did good, or at least Meghan did.
“Babe, I don’t know if I can wait for the beach if you don’t leave now.” His eyes hood over with lust.
“Then let’s go, babe.” I walk past him but not far enough for him to smack my ass, making it sting, but giving me another zing.
“You’re going to pay for that, buddy,” I say over my shoulder, walking ahead of him.
Once we make it outside by the pool, we notice a pitcher of Sangria waiting on the outside bar. Taking two plastic cups with us, we walk past the pool toward the stairs going down to the beach. Once my feet hit the sand, I look over at the two lawn chairs set up under a tiki hut. I place my towel and walk down toward the water.
Once my feet hit the wet sand, I can’t wait to walk in. The ocean is a warm oasis. Finishing my drink, I turn back over to take in my man. He is just staring at me. Although he’s wearing his glasses, I know exactly where he is looking. His board shorts lie low on his hips. His body is insane, and I love every single inch of it.
“So you ready to get me wet? Oh, I mean us wet?” I giggle at him, walking into the crystal blue lukewarm water, knowing he is following me. I feel him at my back before his hands grab my hips. He pulls me to him, pressing me against his erection. We continue walking forward till he turns me around, reaching down, and taking my mouth in a scorching kiss. His tongue tangles with mine while his hand cups my ass, lifting me just enough to wrap my legs around his waist. He continues walking forward till we are both in the water up to our necks.
I pull my head back, looking at him.
“How secluded is this house?” I lick his ear, taking a nip.
“Considering I don’t see anyone in the water and the closest house is about twenty minutes from here, I’m thinking we are all by ourselves.” He lets go of my ass, his fingertips slowly making their way to my breast.
My nipples are already peaked from the coolness of the water, but the minute he moves the material aside they become harder. He rubs his thumbs across both nipples at the same time, making my core fall tight in the middle of my stomach. I run my hands up his neck into his hair, pulling at the ends until his head leans back, giving me access to his neck.
I lean in, sucking the side of his neck into my mouth, tasting salty, marking him. It’s crazy how I want to get into him. “Did you mark me?” He stands up a little, just enough that both breasts are out of the water, water droplets on my nipples.