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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Complete relaxation was exactly what both Omar and Avery needed with one another. They'd been in Anguilla for three days, and all they'd done in that time was spend their days laid out on the beach.
Avery wanted to give Omar time to heal after his fight and historical win in the ring. She knew how physically and emotionally draining it must have been for him, so she made sure to pamper him with soothing massages, good food, and not doing much of anything.
He appreciated her understanding and felt grateful to have someone like Avery by his side. They found solace in each other's company, basking in the warm sun and gentle ocean breeze of the Caribbean paradise.
Omar watched as she stepped out of their villa, fixing the waistband of her bikini bottoms as she made her way towards him. Sitting up, he held open his arms silently calling out to her so she could join him on his sun lounger.
"If I had it my way, I'd keep your fine ass in a bikini," Omar murmured once she was close enough to hear him, making Avery smile as she crawled onto Omar's lounger.
"I'm sure you would," she smirked as she leaned in to kiss Omar, humming into his mouth as his tongue playfully danced with hers. They melted into each other, savouring the warmth of the sun on their skin and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Avery felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that in moments like these, nothing else mattered except the connection they shared.
As they broke apart, Avery looked into Omar's eyes and whispered, "I love moments like this, just you and me, no worries or distractions." Omar's gaze softened, and he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace.
"Me too, Avery. I couldn't ask for anything more than to be here with you," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. At that moment, surrounded by the beauty of Anguilla and the comfort of each other's presence, Omar and Avery found a sense of peace and contentment that they knew would stay with them long after their time in paradise came to an end.
"This kind of reminds me of our first vacation together," Avery smiled teasingly.
"You mean how we first met?" Omar smirked.
"Mhmm, you were supposed to be a vacation fling," she said, making Omar laugh as he flipped them over so she lay beneath him on the sun lounger.
"Well, almost a year later I'm laid out on the beach with you, certain that you're the woman I'm going to spend my life with. Plans changed."
"They did," Avery blushed.
Omar leaned down and kissed her deeply, the taste of wine lingering on their lips. As they lost themselves in each other once again, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of love and serenity.
Their time in Anguilla had brought them even closer together, solidifying their bond and strengthening their relationship. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon, they knew that no matter where life took them next, they would always have these precious memories to hold onto.
