Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
We grab Reed’s stroller and car seat and let the valet grab our bags. After checking in, Olivia insists we bring Reed down to the beach. I’ve rented a cabana on the beach and by the pool for the entire two weeks, so after getting changed into our swimsuits—thanks to the hired personal shopper who did some last-minute shopping—we make our way down to the beach.
“This place is beautiful, Nick.” She plops down onto one of the lounge chairs under the cabana and lays out a blanket for Reed. I hand him over to her, and she lays him down against her stomach so he’s able use her like his own personal lounge chair. The waitress comes over, and we order some drinks and food.
We drink, eat, and watch the waves hit the shoreline the entire afternoon all the way through the sunset. Reed naps occasionally on a blanket, on the lounge chair, or in one of our arms. It’s relaxing and exactly what we needed. Eventually, we make our way up to the room, and after settling Reed down for bed, settle into bed ourselves. And this repeats every day for a week until Giselle and Killian arrive.
Twenty-Nine
Nick
“This is so cool!” Olivia removes her snorkel and mask from her face and finds me. “Did you see all the fish?! The one that looks like Nemo! And the shark looking one!”
Giselle and Killian are keeping an eye on Reed this morning while I take Olivia out. Last week, we stuck to the beach, the art museums, and finding the local marketplaces—all things we can enjoy with a baby in tow. We spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. This week, we’re taking advantage of having help with Reed, and exploring the outdoors. We had surf lessons yesterday, and today we’re doing some snorkeling off a private island we took a yacht over to. It’s just the two of us here on this beach. Tonight, the four of us—and Reed—will be attending a dinner and show. And tomorrow, as a surprise, I’ve booked a day spa for Olivia and Giselle.
“It’s cool as hell. I’ve never seen water so clear before.” We wade through the water until we’re back on shore. Setting our gear down, we both grab a towel to dry off before taking a sip of our waters. There’s usually staff down here to wait on people, but I requested for them to stay at the restaurant, and if we need anything we’ll come up.
I sit down on the beach chair, and when I look up I see Olivia is right above me. She straddles my lap, a sexy leg on either side of me, and her hands come up to my cheeks. “I love when you don’t shave,” she says with a smile.
“Oh yeah, and why is that? Because when I don’t shave I look closer to your age?” I joke, and she shakes her head.
“No.” Her hands move up and down the sides of my face along my stubble. “Because when you go down on me your hair tickles the insides of my thighs.” She blushes pink, and I laugh. Then I imagine my face buried between her thighs, and I groan, my dick enjoying the visual as well.
Her eyes widen slightly when she feels my bulge pushing through my board shorts. “Are we…completely alone here?” She glances around. Even if we weren’t alone, the cabana we’re in blocks anyone from seeing inside unless they’re standing directly in front of us.
“Yep.”
“So if I wanted to pull your shorts down right here and ride you, I could?” Her eyes are hooded with lust.
“Fuck yes, you could, and I fully encourage it.”
Olivia backs up slightly, her ass coming off me long enough so I can pull my shorts down. My dick bobs between us, but I’m only semi-hard. When she looks down at it, she frowns for a second before she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lifts each of her legs up as she pushes her bikini bottoms off her, exposing her delicious cunt. Then she pushes the triangles, which cover her tits, to the side.
My dick is getting harder by the second. My mouth goes to her perky tit, and my lips wrap around her pert pink nipple. My hand goes to her other tit as I massage it. Olivia lets out a moan, the outside of her pussy grinding against my shaft. Her back arches slightly as I suck on each of her nipples.
“Jesus, Nick. I want you inside of me,” she groans. My lips move upward as I trail kisses along her breasts and neck. She grinds harder, and I can feel the wetness from her pussy against my dick.
“Are you wet enough?” I ask. She nods, but I don’t take her word for it. Instead, I push two fingers into her. She wiggles her ass, needing more, and lets out a growl when it’s not enough.