Don't push me!

He slid off the soft bikini off her trembling self, and place kisses all over her neckline. She closed her eyes, finally giving herself to him. She moans at every movement he would make. He made a hickey on her boobs. His hands exploring every curve she had. God her vanilla scent is turning me on! I want more of her. I don’t want to stop.

“Stop now.” She pleaded.

He hesitated at first before he finally let her go. He was still mesmerized by that moment. He liked the way her body was reacting to him. He was still on top of her. She is so beautiful. I haven’t had enough of her. I want more. His mind sang.

This was not what I expected. Anna felt a clumsy heat evaded her body. She turn her face away, avoiding his gaze. “Can you move?”

“What if I say no.” he teased.

“Please.”

“Ok, but first.” He disposed another quick kiss on her lips. “You lost the bet.” He whispered against her ears.

Still thinking about the bet! So it was just a game for him. Bloody womanizer!

“The weather still bad.” He broke the silence between. He watched as the latter put on her bikini again, but this time she wrapped her towel again. She was bashful. He could tell.

“Oh it is.”

“Looks like we have a long way to go.”

Thank god I will be gone tomorrow.

“So, your verdict?”

“What verdict?”

“Am I a good kisser?” he smiled.

Still dared to ask that question? Couldn’t he tell? “Yes you are.” She waited for another few seconds. “But I’ve had better.” She lied. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had.

“Maybe I should keep trying then.”

What the hell. I thought he would be upset. “Practice makes perfect!”

“Then I hope you won’t mind if I take you for model.”

“I thought you invite me for dinner. Why don’t you go and prepare it?”

Changing the topic? “Since I’ve disappointed you, I’d rather invite you for a full day at my yacht.”

“Oh. That won’t be necessary.” she smiled.

“Please or else I would think that you are lying.” He insisted.

“What if I am?” she felt anger flowing through her nerves now. He was getting rather annoying.

“Then I guess I will have to continue what we left until you tell me the truth.” He shamelessly added. “And I never bluff, I think you know it already!”

The next moment she knew, she was standing on a comfortable, dry and clean ground. The air in the yacht was so warm and relaxing. The scene around her made her so safe but at the same time when she would see the tall figure in front of her, it surely gave her shivers alongside her arms.

He was smiling at her. A smile that meant that he won the impossible. And she hated it. But she couldn’t ignore the fact she was feeling attracted to him. “You didn’t mention that you were royalty.” She asked, clearing her tone.

He laughed at her expression. “I really would like to say yes, but unfortunately no!”

“Then I assume that you are born with a golden spoon!”

“You could say that. But would it surprise you if I tell you that this yacht is my own earning?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“Then you must have a very good job.”

“You could say that.” He poured some red merlot both of them. “Here I hope that you like wine. Specially the high age one. I like to collect them. Literally.” He felt proud of himself.

“hmmm…” She sipped from the round wine glass. “I like it.” They settled on the table near the small window. Anna could have a better view outside. The weather got worst. She swore that she watched the weather forecast before she planned her trip. She took a long breath. Finally it was a good thing that I met him here. At least I’m more comfortable in this cozy yacht.

The yacht was a midsized one. Equipped with a small kitchen, a small mini bar and wine cooler. A set of two black sofa was placed in corner. The parquet floor made the inside appeared more modern. A round table in the middle between the two sofas. No curtains, only blinds were put on the windows pan. A small wooden staircase lead to the underground. It was decided, he was definitely someone with a golden spoon. That’s why he was so full of himself! She pondered.

“What do we do? I’m bored.” She sipped her wine again.

She is bored? No one gets bored with me. Every woman I dated before, liked my company. Even If I stayed quite, they would say only being with me mattered. But she is very tricky to crack. And I like it.

“Maybe we could play monopoly.” He proposed.

“I see you came prepared.”