**NIGHT ONE**
I had been staring at you all day on Renaissance Island. It was impossible not to. The way your tiny, cheeky red suit bottom hugs just the little bit of your ass that’s left to be covered. I know you saw me in the mirror, unapologetically watching you put them on from the bed before we left. The way you move your hips, the way your hair moves with such volume and elegance, the vibrations from every movement making your butt jiggle ever so slightly. Fucking hot. You have an aura about you that makes a weak-minded man like myself melt into a puddle of love, all whilst not having the strength to let the thoughts of all the nasty, dirty, primal things I want to do to you pass. So yeah, I thought about walking up behind you, taking your hair in my hands, and ever so gently pulling it behind your shoulders. My hands grab you softly by your sides and I pull you closer, just a little bit. You can feel my hard cock pressing against you as I go to kiss your neck, the warmth from my breath sending vibrations throughout the entire scape of your body. You turn to kiss me, hard. The ever so wetness of our tongues touching is a feeling I’m having a hard time putting into words, but it’s blissful. My fingers doing magic tricks as I start to untie the strings to your bikini bottom. I know you’re wet right now. I can tell by the little moans you let out while we continue to kiss passionately without a care in the world. Both of our bottom lips so slightly in pain from the biting. I was just one little knot on a string away from being in heaven. But, we had Renaissance Island waiting on us and as hard as it was to resist the temptation of an early morning fuck, I knew waiting would be worthwhile. We aren’t strangers to teasing one another, or ourselves …