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The moon hides behind the clouds, shying around after witnessing our naked bodies entwined with each other.
I slept calmly in his arms. His hands kept making lazy circles over my back, pushing me more and more into a deep slumber. When I woke up the next day, I still found myself sleeping on his chest with his arms wrapped around me possessively. I slept like a dead woman, not even moving a bit. I lifted my face from his chest to look at him with my half-opened eyes. He was wide awake, looking at me with his grey eyes. Those eyes still held the same fire as last night. His thirst was not even quenched a bit, and it never will be. I could tell that looking into his desired, filled eyes.
"Good afternoon," he said while pressing his full lips to my forehead. It was his first time saying it to me like a civil person. A lazy smile formed on the corner of my face. I hummed and buried my face again in his warm chest. I still can't believe my grey-eyed monster was so kind and gentle to me last night.
"I want to sleep more," I mumbled while shifting to sleep in a better position, but he was still not ready to let me go. Somehow I managed to get in bed with him still holding me so close to him.
"Sleep as much as you want, but once you wake up, I am going to make up for the time you were sleeping," he whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my body. I felt something poking my inner thighs, and I knew what it was. Sleep vanished from my eyes, but I still kept my eyes closed. I pulled myself in and covered myself, making some distance between us. I was still sore from last night, and he knew it. Because the very next second, I heard his chest vibrating, and I heard him chuckling in my direction. He wrapped his hand around me and pulled me onto his naked chest. I twisted and tuned for a few seconds, but then sleep overtook me. The next time my eyes opened, I found myself in the bathtub with my back resting on his hard chest. He was rubbing the soap gently over my arms. I tried to turn, but my body was still aching and my legs were still trembling from last night's impact. So I let him bathe me. I stayed with him longer in the bath so it could soothe my aching body parts. He even washed my hair. Once we were done, he got out first and came back with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was hanging so low on his hips, showing me his V line. My face burned red.
"Why are you shying around my tiny wife? You saw more than this yesterday," he teased, making my heart beat fast. He noticed what was going on in my mind.
"Go away," I said in fake anger while burying my face in my knees.
"Never," he said while helping me out, even though I stubbornly protested doing it on my own. He wrapped the towel around my hair and then around my chest while making me sit on the edge of the bathtub. A gasp left my mouth when he suddenly carried me, walking us back to the room. My stomach grumbled as I inhaled the delicious, mouth-watering aroma of pancakes and chocolate syrup.
"Put me down," I said once we reached the bed. He didn't want to, but I looked at him. He sighed in defeat. When he let me down on my legs, they quivered. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, with a "told you" look on his face. He had remained true to his words, not letting me walk properly the next day. We ate our brunch once, and he made me wear his shirt, which was too loose for me. Even the sleeves were longer than my arms. We spent the rest of our time on the big round bed-size swing in front of an open pool, which was on the patio. We both cuddled comfortingly in each other's arms. In the evening, we again had a romantic dinner. My legs were still shaking from yesterday, so he only settled for eating me up the whole night, making me go crazy with his cunning mouth and skilled fingers. The next day, I didn't want to stay in the villa. I wanted to see this island. Hopefully, I was able to walk properly today. We roamed the local market, trying the local food. I loved the seafood we ate in small stalls and restaurants.
The head chef was going crazy, buying everything I touched. Even if I was just looking at it, he would buy it. I scolded him, but he shut me up with his kisses and kept buying things. I was walking angrily, keeping five steps of distance between us, and he was following me with all the bags in his hands. I glared at him when he tried to decrease the distance between us. He smiled sheepishly at me and took a step back. I smiled from ear to ear, looking away from him. It was fun dominating him. This man was capable of making me angry and, in the very next second, making me smile. I saw women eyeing him now, and then it sparked jealousy inside me. I even saw one of them approaching him, and it made me stop in my tracks. I turned around, and the head chef stopped looking at me in confusion because he was maintaining the distance.
"Can I have your number?" A woman who looked like she was in her early twenties asked him. Her words caught his attention, but he didn't look in her direction and instead showed her his wedding band.
"I'm married," he said, still looking at me. saying that he walked towards me. I wrapped my arms around him with a smile on my face, this time letting him walk beside me. He was too handsome to be left alone.
"Where are we going?" I asked him when he handed the shopping bags to the caretaker.
"It's a surprise for you," he said while kissing my cheeks. He looked at my hand as we walked to the port. My eyes widen looking at the big yacht standing there. But that's not what surprised me.
"Did you like a surprise?" he asked while circling his arms around my waist and making me rest my back on his hard chest. My eyes teared up looking at my name written on it in bold letters.
"It's my wedding gift to you," he said while kissing my neck. It was too much for me. I was not fond of this luxurious thing, but I knew his intentions were pure. I know he wasn't trying to woo me with it, but now I realise his love language is buying things for me and making delicious food for me.
"I love it," I said with a big smile. I turned my face and connected our lips. He kissed me back, and we shared a passionate kiss. We moved when someone cleared his throat.
"Sir, it's ready to sail," a man wearing a captain's uniform said while showing him the keys.
"Let's go," he said while taking the key from him and tugging at me with the yacht.
"Is the captain not coming?" I was dumbfounded because only we had climbed up.
"Your captain is with you," he said while saluting me, making my eyes go wide.
"You know how to sail this thing," I asked in my surprised voice.
"Aye, aye, ma'am," he said, making me laugh.
"And I'm going to teach you too," he said, pulling me towards the wheel-like thing. He told me so many things. Half of them went above my head, so, in the end, we decided to take it slow. Now he had stopped the yacht in the middle of the ocean, below the twinkling stars. I loved the view with my back resting on his chest, which was giving me warmth against the cold breeze of the sea. I stood at the railing, taking in the mesmerising wonders of nature. I was busy looking at the night sky when his calloused hand moved upward on my tights while his other hand moved inside my top, cupping my breast. I swallowed hard at the way he was touching me in the middle of the ocean. His fingers found my throbbing nub over my pants, and his other hand pinched my nipple, making me gasp loudly. I pushed my head backward with a jerk at the sudden spark of pleasure in his dark words.
"Let's make these twinkling stars hide behind the cloud."
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