I lay there beside you, running my fingertips down my torso as I listen to your regular breaths. The rise and fall of your chest excites me. I trace the indent at my belly button, stifling a laugh as I remember your cum pooling there the night before we left for the resort.

Oh, the look on your face as you undressed me tonight, slipping my coverup off my shoulders as I straddled you on the couch in this outrageous seaside suit, the windows open, the sound of distant revelers, the waves. I untied the neck strap, letting the fabric fall as you pulled me into you, your unshaved chin and cheeks nuzzled between my breasts.

You kissed me… Lord, how I love your gentle but insistent kisses on my skin. I held your head in my hands, resting my elbows on your shoulders as you kissed between them, then one, then the other.

Your hands were not idle, you easily found the loosening end of my top’s back strap. A gentle tug and I was yours.

It’s always like that with you, a little force and I yield, a little push and I go over. I could never deny you anything. I calculated the cost and paid it willingly; you are mine, paid for with nothing less than all of me. It has been a bargain and my only fear is that you will discover you’d gotten less than you’ve given in it.

Your lips moved to my left breast as your hands slid down my back. Strong fingers on strong hands, capable of great violence but gentle there and then. You engulfed my areola and teased my nipple with your tongue. Your hands were firmly kneading my lower back; possessively letting my soft skin move along your fingers and palms.

Possessive… You continuously claim me, taking my body as your own, dressing me in the things that please you and serve you and I do the same, marking you with me. Every inch of fabric that covers your body chosen and cared for by me. No one looking at you or catching a scent of you would think other than “he is Emily’s.” And, when we are alone together, you do not hesitate, do not ask for permission, do not need to do so, for I am yours, a contented and happy slave to my love and need.

You slid your hands down my hips, easily finding the loosing ends that held the bottoms above my pelvis. In a moment, all that I was wearing was loosely laying on me. I felt your need, the urgency expressed through motions and tension rather than words. There was a discordance between the soft regularity of the waves and you. You lifted me in your arms as you stood, and you turned to lay me down on the bed.

In that fluid movement, my bikini top and bottom fell to the floor. Oh the delight!

Surprising you is one of my favorite things. That moment when I have done something unexpected, declaring my independence, amidst my blissful dependence, is always a moment of joy and I felt that then, when you observed my waxed mons and sex.

You had been hinting at that preference for some time, for me going hairless, but I had a strange fondness for my soft chestnut curls, that last vestige of my life before you. It was a selfish thing, a petty thing and not one you dwelt on, but I recognized that there was this thing you wanted that I was denying you and I could no longer reconcile that with my love for you.

Did it hurt? Yes, it was among the more painful experiences I have had but more painful to me was denying myself you that night. It was late anyway and we had an early flight. You were satisfied with me kneeling before you, my bare chest jutting forward like the prow of ships in port, your penis sliding in and out of my mouth.

G-d, I love you! You are the head of our little family, my protector, my lord, my friend, my lover, my husband, and your needs are my needs.

I knew your need, I knew it primarily from your texts, the tension in the lines, the firmness and resolution in your decisions. You were in “must get things done, I have responsibilities” mode and I did not hesitate in my duty.

I did all that a wife should do for a husband who has done everything he could for her so that he would not be distracted during our long weekend. I was wearing the lovely black top that ties in the back that you love so much, my bare midriff above a long silk skirt. I greeted you with a kiss on your cheek, covertly silencing your phone as I took it and your bag to your office.

You looked exhausted as you sat down in your chair to go through the mail, carefully arranged on your table. I brought you your whiskey, two fingers of Larceny with just a drop of spring water, slightly warmed as it sat beside the stove to breathe.