TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,51
a show of knotting it with her tongue.
“Impressive.” I pluck the knot from her tongue, inspecting it closely. “You just have all kinds of hidden talents, don’t you?”
“Learned how to do that at a fun party with Hannah and her bridesmaids before her bachelorette party.”
“As opposed to an unfun party?”
She snorts. “Tell me you know what a fun party is, Liam?”
“Any party I’m at,” I say with a scoff. Obviously.
She sets her drink on the deck, bringing a hand to her chest to add flare to her raucous laughter.
“I’ll bite…what is it?”
“It’s a sex toy party… you know, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs…”
Well now I’m just floating here wondering what types of toys she went home with. “You uhh… purchase anything?”
“I’ve been alone for the better part of ten years, hubby. What do you think?”
“I don’t know… I always imagined you using your fingers.” I shrug. “I might need to take a peek into your toybox.”
“Looks like tonight may be your lucky night. I brought along a few things for the occasion.”
“Hey, now.” I narrow my eyes. “I don’t require any assistance in that area.”
“And children have the time of their lives with wooden spoons and pots and pans. But actual toys are still fun.”
“I feel like you just insulted my cock by comparing him to a wooden spoon.”
“Really?”
I nod. “He feels he at least deserves to be compared to a spear or maybe even a club.” I puff my chest. “Something more manly.”
“You’re right,” she says, flattening her lips into a line. “My apologies.”
“Don’t let it happen again.”
With a nod, she sucks in her cheeks to hide a smile. “Didn’t meant to insult your manhood… truly.”
“All’s forgiven.” I hold my glass up and she taps hers against it. “To second chances.”
“To us.”
We drink, moaning in unison over how incredible it tastes—the perfect blend of peach schnapps, orange juice, cranberry, and vodka. “Tastes like they maybe added a little pineapple juice?”
Her eyes widen in agreement as she sips from her straw. “Best sex on the beach I’ve ever had,” Nya agrees, shaking off a brain freeze.
“Apparently it’s so good it’s giving your ass a seizure.”
We share in a laugh before becoming distracted by the sky as it begins to change colors right before our eyes.
Standing side by side with our backs to the wall, we sip our drinks while the sun starts to set over the water, disappearing behind an old dormant volcano, Mt. Otemanu. The charcoal rock sits at the center of the lagoon, commanding our attention. The view is simply breathtaking—like nothing either of us has ever seen. The way the fiery pinks and oranges meet the water. Their reflection rippling various shades of purple through the cove. It’s as if we’re on the inside of a painting because it’s just too unbelievable that such vibrant colors—sapphire, emerald, aqua, neon greens and electric blues naturally exist together in one place. Pure unfiltered beauty at its finest.
“Well, we can check off two items on our first night…” I say once the sky has darkened and the stars are twinkling above head. “Sex on the beach and watching the sun set.” This fact is making the OCD in my wife extremely happy. I swear she’s considering jumping out of this pool to do just that. “I can think of one more we could take care of right now…” The prospect of three checkmarks puts a spark in her eyes. I know how to woo my girl.
“Oh yeah?” She reaches beneath the water’s surface, tucking both hands into the back of my trunks and cupping my ass. “What’s that?” Her doe eyes flutter innocently.
“Pretty sure we’re on the same page.” I bring my lips to the bend of her neck as I reach around to her back, tugging the string that’s holding her suit up. Her breasts slip free, bouncing against my chest while her top dangles around her neck. I yank it over her head, tossing it to the deck behind us. A jolt of desire shoots right to my groin. Her hard nipples brush my skin, and my dick responds in turn.
She slides her hands down my ass, bringing my shorts with them, and I respond by tugging the strings at her hips and tossing the scrap of fabric to join her bikini top on the deck.
“Your move.”
Her head goes under as she works the material down my legs. She comes up sputtering, holding my trunks in the air with all the pride of someone who’s just won a game