Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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"Do I at least get to know which island we're going to?" Avery smirked, her eyes on Omar as she packed some of her clothes into a smaller overnight bag.
She had no idea where they were heading to or what they were going to do once they got there. The only details of their trip Omar had given her were that they were leaving one of the islands that made up Turks and Caicos and sailing a little under three hours to another.
With less than 48 hours left until she headed back to Atlanta, Omar had plans of spending one more night with Avery before she prepared to fly home.
They'd known one another a week, but neither could deny the pull they felt to each other, soon she'd head back to her world of corporate law and he'd begin training for his next fight, but they were determined to make the most of the time they had.
As Avery zipped up her bag, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. The unknown destination added an element of mystery to their already intense connection. She glanced at Omar, his dark eyes filled with a mischievous glimmer.
"My mouth and throat is yours for the entire boat ride if you give me a clue," Avery smiled mischievously as her hand ran over his length, through the shorts he wore.
Omar chuckled at Avery's playful proposition, his eyes narrowing with amusement. He could feel the heat rising between them, the anticipation building with every touch.
"Hmm, tempting offer," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of seduction. "But I'm afraid I can't give away all my secrets just yet."
Avery pouted, feigning disappointment. "You're such a tease," she huffed, her fingers lingering on his thigh. "But I guess I'll have to find other ways to pass the time on this boat ride."
Omar leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Oh, I have a feeling we won't have any trouble keeping ourselves entertained," he whispered, sending shivers down her spine.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Omar took his and Avery's bags leading out of the bedroom of his villa and downstairs so they could wait for their car to take them over to the dock.
They waited outside, basking in the warm island air as they watched the car pull up to the villa. Omar opened the car door for Avery, his hand lingering on the small of her back before joining her inside. As they drove towards the dock, Avery couldn't help but steal glances at Omar, her mind racing with anticipation.
Once they arrived at the dock, they were greeted by a sleek, luxurious yacht bobbing gently in the turquoise waters. The crew members were busy preparing for their departure, their efficient movements a testament to their experience.
Omar took Avery's hand, intertwining their fingers as they stepped onto the yacht. The crew members welcomed them aboard, their friendly smiles creating an atmosphere of excitement. The yacht was adorned with plush seating areas, a spacious deck, and even a small bar. It was clear that no expense had been spared for this adventure.
