The Lust Of Love

The day of the Shoot in FIJI

We'd had two rather unproductive days on the island so far, preferring to remain locked away in our room making love rather than facing the world. We'd christened every room in the suite, having loud, sweaty sex. Part of her wanted to stop me, to tell him that I couldn't chase away our difficulties with sex. Yet, of course, she hadn't. She would let me take her. She was too greedy for my touch.

But this morning we were both up and getting ready for My first photo shoot in Fiji. She gulped down the remainder of her coffee and checked the clock. We had to be down to the beach in twenty minutes. She wanted to get there early to check on everything, though She supposed worrying about the set details was no longer her concern. Her only job now was to make sure I arrived on time.

She grabbed her camera and packed it into her oversized purse. She planned to take a few behind-the-scenes photos today and post them to My various social media sites for my fans to enjoy. A pang of sadness welled up inside her at the thought. Millions of women admired this man she said in her head while thinking . Would he ever really be mine?

Dating someone in the public eye was all new for her. I had graced the covers of men's magazines, billboards, and advertisements around the globe. People worldwide had seen his provocative ads, women everywhere had fantasized about me . And now I was choosing her .It was a lot to take in for her.

But she was a firsthand witness me , the actual person behind the glossy magazine pages. She seen him at my best, my worst; knew about my many prescription medications, my long-standing affair with my agent. I was known the world over for his physical beauty and stunning physique, but She knew what was in my heart, in my mind. Loving me provoked an achy intensity inside her. She wanted to soothe me, and hide me away from the world. But it was now her job to help promote me.

Realizing we had only fifteen minutes left to go, /she pushed away the thoughts. Crossing the room, she tapped on the bathroom door and pushed it open. "Babe ?"

I'm Almost done, babe." I shut off the water and stepped out the shower, reaching for a towel.

"Holy crap," I heard her muttered, while pressing a hand over her mouth.

"What?" My eyes followed her line of vision south, and I smirked.

He have shaved. "I Said .

Everything. I said.

"Nothing," I murmured. "You just . . . um, look a lot bigger."

My thick c**k hung flaccid down his thigh. And as I watched it, it began to rise.

"Babe! We don't have time for that. We have to go."She Said.

I chuckled, and said . "Then stop looking at my dick and telling me it's big, Babe . Guys tend to like that she said ." I wrapped the towel around my hips and secured it into place. "You can play with Mr small later, I promise to her ."

"Just hurry up, I don't like being late." She walked away from the bathroom and left me alone. She said.

Lord, I  had an insatiable sexual appetite. She was f**ked. Literally.

When we finally made it down to the beach, Fiona was chatting with the photographer, Breant . A girl was sitting in a makeup chair with her back to Sophie while a makeup artist worked on her. "My boyfriends coworker today, obviously. She said .

When she turned she instantly recognized her. Alexis . One of My boyfriends former girlfriends She have met her last summer in Paris. She hadn't known that she'd be here. She was clad in a barely-there fire-engine red string bikini so small She could see her ovaries.

My heart throbbed in my chest as I watched She warmly greet Alexis . She wondered". Why hadn't I told her my ex would be here? She pointed at the assortment of briefs he'd be expected to wear and they shared a laugh.