no, just curious," she replied.
"We're going to run down to Galveston, sit on the water, tell lies, drink beer, and look at women in bikinis."
"I'll be sure to bring mine, then, so you can look at me." She smiled.
"What I'm seeing right now is enough to wake the dead. Seeing you in a bikini might be too much for that chivalry you were just talking about," he mused.
"Good," she laughed.
"You really are in a good mood, aren't you?"
"I am in a fantastic mood," she said with a nod and a grin. Then she felt him behind her, and then felt his hands on her waist.
"How good?" he asked.
"Getting better all the time," she said, and leaned back into his chest.
His lips on her neck sent wondrous shivers down her spine, and into her thighs. "Oh, fuck that felt good. Do that again."
He did.
She turned around, and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, please?"
"Love to," he told her.
The kiss was everything a kiss should be between a man and a woman.
"I'm not quite ready for sex—is that alright? I don't want to be a tease,” she told him after their lips parted.
"You aren't, and yes, it's just fine with me. I'm not quite there myself. But you are glowing, and wearing this robe, and all naked and warm under it, so I had to do something."
"I'm so glad you did," she sighed. She leaned into his chest, kissing his pecks through is t-shirt, and then lifted up to kiss his lips. "So very glad you did."
"Breakfast might burn if you don't turn back around."
"Let it. I'll buy you something at the Log Cabin before the run," she murmured.
He smiled but reached around her and turned the heat down. "Now we have time for at least one more before that is required."
"You think of everything," she said, and kissed him again. This time he took her into his arms and embraced her, exploring her tongue and mouth with his. She whimpered at the heat rising inside of her, radiating out across her thighs, up her abs, and flushing across her breasts with scarlet.
"I am so going to wear that bikini under my leathers and jeans," she said with a smirk.
"I'm so going to make a fool of myself staring at you," he returned with a smirk of his own.
"Will you swim naked with me when we get back?" she asked.
"I'll go into the hot tub with you—how's that?"
"Perfect," she sighed, and turned around to finish breakfast, deciding that she really did want to make breakfast for him like they were as domestic as she was feeling right now. She rubbed her butt into his thighs. "Shoo, I want to do this," she told him.
"Yes ma'am," he said, but lingered just long enough to run his hand down her ass and give her a squeeze. Then he was heading back to the table.
God, what he does to me? she thought, smiling like an idiot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The run down to Galveston was blissful. They rode side-by-side the whole way, and she could feel him next to her. His large V-rod thrummed through her body like velvet thunder.
Once on the shore, she stripped her jacket, shirt, and pants, stuffed them into the large leather saddle bags on the Sporty, and took out her sandals. Then she took his hand, and they walked down the beach with the rest of the club, stopping at a bar and getting a round of beer to wash the dust from their throats.
The sun was hot and felt divine on her skin. After their drinks, Elias smoothed her down with tanning lotion and gave her ass a squeeze again.
"You seem to be quite the ass man," she teased.
"Not really, but, hell, anyone would be around an ass like yours," he told her.
"Yeah? So, a breast man?"
"I'm a full body man. I like symmetry, and you have it in spades."
"Do I?"
"Oh yes." He smiled.
"Well so do you. I like your V shape, and that cute little butt you have. I think I could gnaw on that for hours," she teased.
"Hmm," he murmured.
"Hmm?"
"Yes. It is the sound of
"We're going to run down to Galveston, sit on the water, tell lies, drink beer, and look at women in bikinis."
"I'll be sure to bring mine, then, so you can look at me." She smiled.
"What I'm seeing right now is enough to wake the dead. Seeing you in a bikini might be too much for that chivalry you were just talking about," he mused.
"Good," she laughed.
"You really are in a good mood, aren't you?"
"I am in a fantastic mood," she said with a nod and a grin. Then she felt him behind her, and then felt his hands on her waist.
"How good?" he asked.
"Getting better all the time," she said, and leaned back into his chest.
His lips on her neck sent wondrous shivers down her spine, and into her thighs. "Oh, fuck that felt good. Do that again."
He did.
She turned around, and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, please?"
"Love to," he told her.
The kiss was everything a kiss should be between a man and a woman.
"I'm not quite ready for sex—is that alright? I don't want to be a tease,” she told him after their lips parted.
"You aren't, and yes, it's just fine with me. I'm not quite there myself. But you are glowing, and wearing this robe, and all naked and warm under it, so I had to do something."
"I'm so glad you did," she sighed. She leaned into his chest, kissing his pecks through is t-shirt, and then lifted up to kiss his lips. "So very glad you did."
"Breakfast might burn if you don't turn back around."
"Let it. I'll buy you something at the Log Cabin before the run," she murmured.
He smiled but reached around her and turned the heat down. "Now we have time for at least one more before that is required."
"You think of everything," she said, and kissed him again. This time he took her into his arms and embraced her, exploring her tongue and mouth with his. She whimpered at the heat rising inside of her, radiating out across her thighs, up her abs, and flushing across her breasts with scarlet.
"I am so going to wear that bikini under my leathers and jeans," she said with a smirk.
"I'm so going to make a fool of myself staring at you," he returned with a smirk of his own.
"Will you swim naked with me when we get back?" she asked.
"I'll go into the hot tub with you—how's that?"
"Perfect," she sighed, and turned around to finish breakfast, deciding that she really did want to make breakfast for him like they were as domestic as she was feeling right now. She rubbed her butt into his thighs. "Shoo, I want to do this," she told him.
"Yes ma'am," he said, but lingered just long enough to run his hand down her ass and give her a squeeze. Then he was heading back to the table.
God, what he does to me? she thought, smiling like an idiot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The run down to Galveston was blissful. They rode side-by-side the whole way, and she could feel him next to her. His large V-rod thrummed through her body like velvet thunder.
Once on the shore, she stripped her jacket, shirt, and pants, stuffed them into the large leather saddle bags on the Sporty, and took out her sandals. Then she took his hand, and they walked down the beach with the rest of the club, stopping at a bar and getting a round of beer to wash the dust from their throats.
The sun was hot and felt divine on her skin. After their drinks, Elias smoothed her down with tanning lotion and gave her ass a squeeze again.
"You seem to be quite the ass man," she teased.
"Not really, but, hell, anyone would be around an ass like yours," he told her.
"Yeah? So, a breast man?"
"I'm a full body man. I like symmetry, and you have it in spades."
"Do I?"
"Oh yes." He smiled.
"Well so do you. I like your V shape, and that cute little butt you have. I think I could gnaw on that for hours," she teased.
"Hmm," he murmured.
"Hmm?"
"Yes. It is the sound of
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