Midafternoon. I look up from the board and catch your eyes with mine. Just the mere sight of your smasher has always been sufficiency to make water me smiling. That smile, those oculus, the way your hair fell down on your white blouse that was unbutton just enough to disclose the top of your red two-piece. The restaurant was fantastic and the mode was romantic but to stack them up against your peach would be like comparing a kindergartener drawing to the Mona Lisa.

As we sat, finishing our repast, you spoke.

"That luncheon was great !"

"It really was, the food here is excellent,"I glanced at my watch"but it is almost four so we should probably get going."

"Yeah, speaking of time, why did we eat such a lately dejeuner today"you asked.

I simply smiled."Because we won't be back until late for dinner."

Approaching the exit, I opened the door to the restaurant. The sun shone in like a divine igniter illuminating the path to paradise, and paradise it was. As we made our way outside, hand in helping hand, we once again took a feeling at our surroundings. This island was incredible. It made me very well-chosen to be in such an exotic situation like this and doubly so that you had agreed to come on this stumble with me. I had heard floor and seen motion-picture show of just how breathtaking French people Polynesia can be, but in someone it was truly something else. And yet, after solitary moments of looking around I find myself unable to take my eyes off of you.

You put your sunglasses on to bring your outfit to completion and build you even more of a sight that any man would give eld of his liveliness to simply get a glimpse of. Your lips, so impossibly mesmerizing, just begged to be kissed at all time and I have always been just barely stiff enough to resist doing just that. The blouse you are wearing, blowing lightly in the late summer walkover, revealing ever so briefly the contents underneath made my heart skip and jump like nothing else can. The equalise white wrapping you have around your bathing suit bottoms flowing down the perfect curves of your ramification and ends just above the cutest ankle I have ever seen. Even your sandals, with the trivial flowers on them, accentuated your feet in such a way that made them look like they might actually belong to an angel.

"Are you ready"I ask.

Laughing you respond"Ready for what ? You haven't told me what we are doing."

"That doesn't response my interrogative sentence"I laughingly retort.

You look me in the eyes, squeeze my hand tight and lovingly,"With you, I'm always ready."

I smile back at you and we begin our walk to the boundary of the island. As we get down to the water, our guide is waiting for us by the dockage. I leave you temporarily by the piss edge as I go out on the dock to talk to him. You can't hear what we are saying but you notice my level of moderate hullabaloo and occasional pointing out to our northern coastline and other assorted spots in what looks like an dateless crystal-clear ocean. Finally, I motion for you and you follow me up on to the dock.

"Time to go love"I smile.

"Sounds like fun ! Where are we going again ?"

I just lift an eyebrow.

"Ah well, it was Worth a flash"you reply.

We step on to the minuscule two-person boat and get ready to leave. Our guidebook kneels down and says a few Sir Thomas More matter quietly into my ear and points up the coastline. I smile, shake his hand, and we depart. Calmly but hastily I take the boat Union bound, up the sea-coast only a couple hundred yards out. The sky is realise, the weather condition is tender, and you look well-chosen. Everything is right in my world. I continue on the motor, not too fast so that we can enjoy the beautiful scenery of this tropical wonderland. Every so often you comment on something you saw or the things you can take heed or just on how simply surreal it is to be here.

After roughly forty-five minutes on the boat I spot our destination. I point to it and you squint in the distance to see a thin strip of beach that is to be our landing patch. I pull up to the shore and we both hop out into the knee-high ocean piss. I drag the boat onto shore and secure it to a nearby tree.

"wellspring ?"I question to you.

"This is nice."You say, though the spirit in your vocalization makes it exonerated that you were puzzled by the serene yet overly median scene bed cover before you.

I laugh and say"I'm only kidding, this isn't where our risky venture ends, we simply need to walk from here."

I take you by the hand and we begin our expedition up from the beach and through the wilderness on a small beaten down path. The noises all around us combined with the rare and strange flora and creature make it seem like we could be the only two people to ever set animal foot in this alien-like world. Following our tone down trek, we come to our object lens. You gasp and marvel. In the opening we come to a large kitty, Thomas More of a small pond of water system. Feeding it on one side of meat is an enormous waterfall, what must be a hundred human foot tall and roaring.

"Care for a swim ?"I ask, giving your manus a little squeeze.

Your reply is straightaway and nonverbal. Almost before I can even finish asking the question you are already unbuttoning your shirt and unwrapping the wrap around your shank. I follow lawsuit, removing my shirt and following you into the body of water. Even here in the midriff of what could be a vast jungle, the water is crystal clear. We swim for what seems alike 60 minutes, though I am sure it was less than even one. At some point we make our way back to the shore and you wrap your arms and legs around me.

"This is dumbfound !"You say, planting a kiss on my lips.

Your tongue moves inside my back talk and dance along with mine as I move a bridge player to the backrest of your mind to get out you in to kiss more passionately. I can feel so much energy you've put into this embrace and it is very easy to tell that you are happy with this nice surprise I have provided you.

You break the buss and say"I need you, now."

I chuckle slightly and respond"All things in ripe sentence my beloved. You may be shocked to get a line this, but this isn't the surprise. This is just a pitstop."

Your eyes go wide as you can barely turn back your excitement. We make our way from the water, redress, and stay on our journey through the jungle. This paseo is considerably longer than the inaugural and we conversate through it. We talk about our trip thus far and I ask how you've been enjoying it.

"It has been fantastic"you reply,"like I have died and gone to heaven, but better because it is all real"

"I am happy to listen that darling, but despite it seeming impossible the better is still yet to come. Tell me, did you ever question why I chose this island in particular proposition ?"

"To be dependable, I didn't even know you did. I thought they just put you on one based on what was hut you chose for us and what's uncommitted"You answer.

"Typically, that is the casing, but this isn't just your mean holiday. I wanted, no that's not accurate. I needed the perfect address to show you exactly what it is you mean to me. So, I talked for hour to what must have been C of people before I found exactly what I didn't even know I was looking for…"I trailed off.

After a few consequence of secrecy, your wonder got the considerably of you and you ask"What did you bump ?"

"This"I say as I pull a few large parting aside from the trail.

On the other side was a setting straight from a movie. We left the wilderness behind and found ourselves on a deeply secluded and stunningly beautiful beach cove. The sands were warm and the waters were still. An enormous Edward Durell Stone arch crossed the mouth of the cove. The evening sun, set almost form perfectly between the arch and the water, painted the sky in blues and purples, yellows and oranges. coloring spread across the sky in such a full array that one would swear they were the first to ever see some of them. It was like something of a painting seed to living.

We don't speak, not at first. You slowly walk a few pace ahead of me down toward the Waters edge. I try to pretend or put on what you might be thinking at this very minute but it becomes clear that this berth has simply overloaded your sensation and befuddled you in amazement. In meter you bring yourself to say two words.

"I…. Its…"

Standing behind you, adding you to this oil trousering of a Sion, I find the watchword that come to me more easily than anything ever has."It's perfection"

You simply nod, seemingly on the verge of tears. I approach you from behind and enfold my arms around your midriff. I lean my head against yours, you relax yours into my shoulder joint, and for what seemed like an eternity, we stood there in silence.

This time I broke our secretiveness."This, all around you my dearest, is what you mean to me."

But this time there are no Book from you. You don't speak, you quietly turn and buss me. But its no modal kiss. Though our oral fissure once again interlace and run rhythmically with each other's, the energy this metre is much different. It isn't a lust. There is no urgency with it. It is just like our surrounding. It is a calm air and serene whiteness of dear and fondness. I return every bit of vim I receive from you. I break the kiss and prompt my lip to your cheek, then your ear, then your cervix. I feel the hair's-breadth on you stand on end and you audibly sigh into my ear as my back talk make flying work of your collarbone and shoulder joint line.

Slowly but surely, we begin to lower ourselves to the ground. Now, in a seat office with you on my lap, we continue. You raise your foreland as I kiss the undersurface of your chin and slowly down your throat. I slow for a minute deal hastily pull at the buttons of your blouse. Too hastily in fact, as they pop clear off of the shirt, exposing your midsection to me. I proceed kissing down your neck opening as I cup one breast in my left hired man. You moan lightly as I grip it more firmly and kiss to a greater extent deeply. Already I can feel you grinding your moistening wetness against me.

I wrap my mighty arm around your back and embrace you tightly. At the same time, I find the strings of your two-piece top and tug at them until the naut mi loosens and unties completely.

Matching suit, you untie the knot behind your neck opening and the top falls to the terra firma. I withdraw my mouth from you to consume you in as a whole and what at sight you are. Your buoyant breasts and stiffening nipples stand at attention as your vertebral column arches, your body hungriness for my mite.

I press my lips against your dresser between both glorious breast and kiss in a small circle all around the region. Wrapping both limb around you this metre, I pivot my legs and grip you tight, spinning us around and laying you gently on your back on the cooling sands. A half sigh, one-half moan escapes your backtalk and I come down to you, kissing your lips yet again. Though I could pass forever with my lips and tongue at one with yours, I release myself from your kiss.

Not nearly done with you, I begin to motivate myself down your consistency. Returning to your shoulder, I kiss them expectantly and continue my journey. I slide my natural language and my lips down the gentle slope of your pert bosom, switching back and Forth River, teasing and provoking each mammilla. Further down, leaving one hand on your magnificent bosom, I kiss your navel. Only spending a brief bit there, I move onward south. Removing the wrap from you, I come down to your bikini bum which are moderately wet already. Without removing them, I begin planting kisses on you over top of them. Only for a second, I pull them to the position and with the tip of my tongue lightly jerk your clit before laying a gentle pot there as well. This strikes you like and galvanising shock and your whole-body tingle in reaction.

Adjusting them back into space for now, I move to either incline. I kiss your privileged thighs in such a delicate way that it could almost be said that I didn't do it at all. I know this constant teasing is turning you on so immensely. I then return my attention to the prize at the middle and kiss your puss much more passionately. I stick my tongue out and work your scratch lightly and flora my lips again and again where I know your button to be. Your breathing intensifies and you are now moaning into the lovesome open air. Your digit pull at the back of my straits, forcing my face more deeply into you which I can't get enough of. Getting carried away with myself, I throw your thighs onto my shoulders and bear on kissing and licking furiously at your soaked womanhood, all the spell leaving the bikini scanty in topographic point.

Having temporarily lost myself in a place of pure transport, I come back to myself. I move quickly back up your trunk where your back talk are eagerly awaiting mine. This time you take enterprise and reach quickly for my board shorts. Just as hastily as I had done, you tug at the presence with vigor, tearing the push completely off. You then thrust your hand down inside and grip my turncock, now harder than you have ever felt it. Gripping it firm and lovingly, you stroke its tenacious length, from base to tip, while you shove your glossa down my throat. I follow your booster cable and microscope slide my deal slowly and coolly down your body, over a now very operose nipple, past your belly button, and directly into your Bikini bottoms.

My handwriting is met with a generous sum of wetness and no resistance as I slide my eye fingerbreadth inside of you. I swipe my thumb occasionally over your now very make clit and each time I do its like I have struck a brass and your body jumps as you moan into my sassing. I slide my finger in and out of you as you pump my throbbing cock in the like rhythm. We continue this way, faster and heavy, more intensely and more passionately until we simply can't take it anymore.

You push me away slightly"Now, now I need you. Please."

My reception is a simple"As you wish"with a smile.

I raise myself above you and remove my shirt. You lean up on your elbows and pull your sleeve out of your blouse and lay it beneath you. While on my knee, I manage to wiggle my shorts off, leaving me nude. You reach for your rear, but before you can do anything, I remove your hands.

I wiggle a finger's breadth at you disapprovingly."No love, that laurels is mine to have"I say.

Instead of pulling them down outright, I do the Saame as I did with your top and reach for the greyback on the incline. Undoing each one at the same time, I pull the soaked garment from underneath you, revealing all of you to me. I can not hold back a smile as I rub my paw against your smooth-shaven pussy, a chill running down my vertebral column this fourth dimension.

I scummy myself back down to you and this prison term get down at your lower stomach, kissing upward. Stopping only briefly at your arrant breasts to lay a I kiss on each, I keep moving up your dead body inch by column inch. Your collarbone comes next, then your neck. I kiss your chin and in a move of utter timing as soon as I reach your lips, my thick pecker begins to enroll you. You gasp backbreaking and as you do, I move my mouth to yours and allow you to fellate my tongue into your mouth. You wrap both arms around my neck, drawing my rim more deeply into yours as I ease more of myself, bit at a fourth dimension inside of you. Once I am completely plunged into your deepest depths, you break our kiss to let out a moan that may have reached the heavens. Your body shivers and you shake with an intensity rarely seen.

"Did you just… ?"I ask, smiling.

Once you find the Word you answer"Mmm God yes, very much so"



I take great pleasure in your climax and I rise slightly from you and start to move. I pull almost all of my duration out, suspension for a moment, and then slip slowly all the way back inside of you, letting you feel every I in as it fills you entirely. Your arms have lowered to my back now, scratching and clutching as you cling to this reality through the stark delight you have ever felt. With every backdown and every thrust I pick up slightly more speed and force. Your tits begin to ricochet with every forward motion and in doing so turns me on even more.

In no time at all the sound of our sex fills the open up air. Every driving force that my soundbox meets yours echoes into that endless ocean, your moans fill the air, and the delight we are both feeling is potent enough to feel around us. Your hands drop from my book binding and dig into the Baroness Dudevant as I lean up further from you. I raise plenty and put your wooden leg on my shoulders so that I can seize you by the second joint to hurtle even more deeply inside of you. Turning my forefront to the English, I kiss your calfskin, your articulatio talocruralis, even your base. There is no part of you that I can get enough of.

"Mmm, Mmm, Ah, Ah,"Your voice gets loud and to a greater extent intense as I know you are getting close yet again.

"You ready baby ?"I say, knowing how closely I am myself.

"Un ... yes ... Oh… Fuck yes !"

A few more pumps after hearing that is all it takes and, in a final drive I cum More deeply and intensely than I can ever remember having done before. Just the feel of my pulsating is sufficiency to drive you over the bound. Your kitty clamps down on me and we both proceed to having the most intense coming of our lives. In a extreme right-winger manner, I release your thigh and you pull your hands from the sand and we desperately grip each early's manus, embracing to pull me more deeply inside of you. We hold this spatial relation for minutes until we both come down from our amazing highs. Upon release, I collapse on the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin beside you.

You cuddle against me and put your mind on my thorax and both of us continue to breath heavily for quite some time.

You're the first to talk."I bid this day ; this import could concluding forever."

"Don't worry my love life. Though this second is like this beach, truly incredible and one of a kind, our love and our life is still like our trip through the timber. The proficient moment are yet to come."

You smile and lay your fountainhead back upon me. I kiss the top of your headway and we lay a little while foresighted before we head back, watching the sun descend into twilight in this Paradise made for two .