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Besides which, I was a huge fan of her new napping routine. Her heading to bed for a light siesta generally meant I could throw an extra fuck into her. She might call me insatiable, but she always wanted me as often as she could get me too, with just as much ardor.
As a matter of fact, I’d given explicit orders to the yacht crew. Unless beckoned, they weren’t to intrude on our privacy when we were on any of the three decks or in the common areas because I had no intentions of keeping this trip PG rated and I could rarely keep my hands off Roya.
And it was insanely hot when she herself initiated the sex. She’d purr something outrageous in my ear or settle that sumptuous ass on my lap or send me a coy look just to make it clear she wanted my cock.
This time, Roya declined the nap, which quashed potential sexy times, but I had more tricks up my sleeves. Besides, she was ready for lunch already. It pleased me endlessly too feed all of her appetites, not just the carnal ones.
After a leisurely meal deliciously prepared by Chef, I suggested, “A swim?”
Roya stood with a stretch of her arms above her head, easily sending a jolt to my cock.
“Sounds lovely,” she hummed. “Are you going to carry me back to our room so I can put on a suit?”
“Of course. I’ll even help you change.” Smirking, I quickly hauled her into my arms.
Roya protested lightly. “No you will not. If you do, we’ll never leave the room for that swim.”
Which was exactly my point.
I relented once down below, though, saying, “Fine. You can change on your own if you wear the swimsuit I choose for you.”
“I think that’s called bribery.”
“Absolutely, da.” I had no shame when it came to her.
She waltzed to a chair and perched there, smoothing a hand over her tummy. “It’s a deal then.”
Fucking excellent.
I rummaged through her dresser until I found what I wanted and, when I turned, I saw her inspecting the engagement ring.
Pausing, I asked, “Do you like it?”
Her shining smile put the seven-carat ring to shame. “It really is beautiful. And the ruby . . .”
I sauntered to her and dropped a kiss to her lips.
“Which suit did you decide on?” she asked, somewhat suspiciously.
My unwholesome grin spread, and she rolled her eyes.
I chuckled wolfishly, holding up the skimpiest bikini in her arsenal. The two-piece consisted of a very small bandeau to cover her breasts, the two front pieces connected only by a gold hoop that would stretch across the cavern of her cleavage. The bottom portion was similarly scanty, extraordinarily lowcut on her mound. Red, of course.
“That’s indecent, Aris.”
“And I insist, Roya.”
After snatching the bikini from me, she flounced to the bathroom in a charming display of temper that only made my cock lengthen and swell.
So it was no great shock that when I tugged up my own shorts, the thick hard rod jutted obscenely.
My cock got a whole lot bigger and even more indecent when she reappeared.
Blyad.
I rubbed a hand across my stubbled jaw then whistled low. With her larger breasts and bigger ass, the taut swell of her belly . . . her figure in the red suit was incredibly fucking provocative.
Her eyes roamed to my groin then flitted back up.
She wore a very flirty smile. “Are you regretting your choice now?”
“Hell no. But we better get in the water quick unless you want the bikini ripped straight off you.”
The sea was warm, clear, and an indescribable color, and we drifted together, on our backs, our fingertips grazing.
Turning my head, I watched the diamond-like drops of water refracting off Roya’s body. She seemed to shine and sparkle, her long jet hair floating all around her.
I swam closer and skimmed moisture from the topmost point of her tummy then pressed a wet kiss there.
Roya twisted around to face me, our legs tangling underwater as I kept us both afloat. Her arms draped across my shoulders, and my hard-on bucked against her as the current pushed us together then propelled us apart. Another small wave had us lapping together again.
“Your eyes are the same color as the water.” She fanned her fingers along my temples before leaning closer to lick all the way up my throat to my chin, which she nipped.
She found my mouth, slipping her tongue in alongside mine.
Kissing, twining, slippery, her skin so silky . . . we floated along.
“It’s so nice to feel light again,” she sighed out.
My hand roamed from the side of one glorious tit to the bump of her belly. “Hey, you’ve got your own personal flotation devices right here.”
With a gasp of outrage, she hauled back to swat water at my face. “Take that back.”
I chuckled, unrepentant. “It’s a compliment. I can’t keep my hands or eyes off of your lush body, woman.”
A water fight ensued, both of us flipping our palms to send salty spray at the other. Our laughter echoed, the taunts flying.
When I used my forearm to send a big cascading wave toward her, leaving her drenched and sputtering, I figured I better make it up to her and fast.
“Come here.” I glided across the water toward her.
She backpedaled. “No chance.”
Lengthening my strokes, I struck out across the lazy waves like a shark. It didn’t take long to reach her, and I wrapped an arm just beneath her breasts to pull her back against me.
“Caught you, wench,” I murmured huskily in her ear.
I lay back in the water, bringing her with me so she reclined on top of my body.
The buoyant waves and the occasional flick of my feet kept us afloat. I scooped up her tit in one hand, palming the orb, pinching her nipple.
Roya leaned back even more, her head resting on my shoulder.
