Page 53 of Property of Benvolio

I leaned over and kissed Benvolio’s cheek. “I’m beginning to see why.”

“Next time, I’ll take you on a cruise of the other islands.”

Benvolio gathered the two large suitcases while I pulled the smaller one that we'd used onboard.

"We're in the Rainbow Tower, which is famous for its mosaics, in a Junior Suite."

I marvelled at the extensive tropical gardens, swimming pools—one even had a water slide in amongst the gardens, and the flamingos that were going about their business searching for grubs with no regard for the humans as Benvolio led me to the lobby of the tower. We caught the lift to the seventeenth floor and Benvolio led me to our suite. He held the door as I entered.

The views through the enormous windows knocked the breath from my lungs. The bed had been placed so they were something you could wake to if you left the curtains open, which I would.

I left the case I’d been wheeling and headed straight to the window. Benvolio stepped up behind me, wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned back into his chest. He pointed off to our left.

“That’s Diamond Head. We’ll hike the crater while we’re here. Of course, down there is Waikiki Beach.”

"There's hardly anyone around."

“Probably still in their rooms nursing a hangover.”

"Why would you spend any of your precious time drunk and hungover when you could be exploring such a beautiful place?"

Benvolio shrugged. "To each his own, it's not for us to judge. Let's get unpacked and showered and I'll take you down. There are a couple of cafés nearby, so I'll buy you an iced coffee after we swim."

“Decaf.” I had stopped drinking caffeinated coffee, finding I preferred the decaf.

“Decaf it will be so get moving.”

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It seemed to take forever before we were unpacked, showered, and dressed for the beach. I wore a black bikini—skimpy, and similar to the red one Benvolio had raged about when I had first gone to his home. I wore a white short-sleeved blouse over the top. A pair of sunglasses were perched on top of my head, and in my hands was a large bottle of sunscreen and broad-brimmed hat.

“Ben, you’re worse than a woman. What’s keeping you in there?” I shouted at the closed bathroom door.

He appeared from the bathroom wearing only a pair of knee-length board shorts that sat low on his hips. His broad chest was bare, exposing every deliciously hard muscle. Until he pulled on a t-shirt. In my mind, it was criminal to cover such eye candy.

“If you hadn’t insisted on fucking, I would have been ready long ago.”

Benvolio strode over and kissed my now straight nose and grabbed our beach towels from a nearby chair.

Hand in hand we caught the lift to the ground floor, crossed through the lobby and stepped onto the warm sand of the beach. There were only a handful of others enjoying the beautiful weather and basking in the sun.

We claimed two sun lounges and Benvolio opened two large umbrellas to provide shade while I spread out the towels and dropped my hat and sunglasses on top.

My husband removed his shirt, and I caught two girls nearby ogling his body. A scowl from me had them turning away. I stripped off my blouse and tossed it with the hat.

“Fuck, Nik, are you sure you want that swim?” I’d much rather take you back to our room and fuck you unconscious.” Benvolio stepped closer, reached out, and pulled me into his arms.

I shivered when he ran his hands over the length of my body and squeezed both arse cheeks.

“Ben…”

He snatched up the sunscreen, snapped open the top, and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. He took his time rubbing it over every inch of my exposed skin, stopping frequently to place a kiss to my lips. Every touch sent bolts of desire straight to my pussy.

When it was my turn to coat him, I made sure to take it just as slow. I finished and Benvolio scowled. When I followed the direction of his lowered eyes, I saw his aroused cock tenting his shorts.

Our eyes met again, and Benvolio lifted an eyebrow. I knew he wanted us to go back upstairs to take care of his predicament, but I had no intention of satisfying his needs at that moment. Grabbing his hand, we ran down to the water's edge and into the waves. Compared to the beaches at home, this one was tame, and the waves lapped at the shore rather than rolling to break with a crash. But it was Waikiki and no other beach matched it for reputation.

Over the next hour or so, Benvolio and I swam, tussled, held each other, and kissed. Everything was perfect.

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