Share your dreams

Sara POV

"Please let me go, Aaron. I am worn out now." His intense fucking caused my throat to dry up.

"Not now. You teased me a lot, so now it's my turn to punish you for teasing me." He firmly grasped my hair and gave me a powerful shove with his dick.

"Please, Aron." I curled up on my toes, ready for an orgasm from his steadfast fucking.

"Oh, so I have to stop now?" He stopped thrusting inside me in the middle.

"No, I didn't mean to say that." I gave a headshake.

"Oh, so you want me to continue?" Seeing his mischievous smile, I got the impression that he was deliberately teasing me.

"Aaron, that's not fair. You can not tease me in such a situation." I looked at him angrily.

"Okay, admit it—you want me to fuck you." He enjoyed teasing me.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me hard." I nodded my head and closed my eyes.

"Why did you close your eyes, Mrs. Finge?" Before sealing my lips, he pressed his dick deep inside me.

"My shy wife." He released his sperm inside me and laid down on my chest.

When he lay on my chest and his heavy breath hit my breast, I stroked his hair. After lying on the couch for a while, we got up to dress.

"Now, what is the purpose of covering your body?I already saw you in bikini." He fixed his intense gaze on me as I picked up a towel and shirt to cover my body.

"Aaron, I can't roam in a bikini alone." I wrapped a towel around my thigh and buttoned my shirt.

"However, I adore seeing you in a bikini." He gave a childlike pout.

"I am not always able to grant your wish." I pulled his cheek and ran away towards the kitchen.

I dialed Jerry's number so that I could ask her to send me some decent clothes, but my phone is currently out of network.

"What happened, my dear wife? Why are you furiously staring at your phone?" He hugged me from behind.

"Aaron, what to do? You see, my phone is out of network." I displayed my phone with him.

"Don't worry; I'll contact her by going up the mountain." He kissed me on my earlobe.

"But what will we do on this deserted island for the next month? She didn't even send me my laptop." I complained to him.

"Oh, it appears that you are growing bored with me." He grabbed my waist and turned to face him.

"No, I didn't mean to say this."

"So then, what do you mean?" The way his gaze fixed on my lips made me nervous.

His velvety kisses on my lips energize me every time. Now that he is aware of my preference for his fucking, he will seize every opportunity to experience intimacy with me.

"Sara, let's write poetry; we have pens and paper here." He waved a pen and diary in front of me.

"Indeed, that's a great idea, but you won't be interested in it. Only I got busy writing poems." I voiced my concern.

"Sara, who told you this? When you left me that time, I became a poet and wrote so many poems in your memory."

"Oh really? It would be a pleasure to listen." I stared curiously at him.

"I have successfully uploaded all of my poetry to my podcast. Allow me to see whether any poems are stored on my phone." He checked his phone and played one audio file.

"Did you write that poem?" I gave him a startled look.

"Are you not fond of my poetry?" He questioned me.

"I heard your podcast when we were living apart." Knowing that he was the mysterious podcaster whose poem had comforted me made me smile.

"Oh my goodness, it appears that God intended for us to remain linked even while we were apart." To give me an embrace, he drew me in.

"We can write poetry together. I'll write one line of poetry, and you should write another." I settled down on his lap, and we began co-writing poems.

After finishing the poem, we cooked our dinner and then strolled around the beach.

The sky was stunningly open, filled with stars and moonlight. As we stroll by, the cold waters of the sea brush against our feet, and we hold hands.

"Aaron, I always enjoy taking walks by the seaside with my husband, beneath the open sky." I confessed my desires to him.

"Tell me more about what you have planned for your spouse, Sara. I'm curious about all of your desires." He gave me a curious glance.

"Aaron, I used to think a lot about my love story, but perhaps I had too many romantic thoughts about my partner. I don't think you'll make my fantasies come true." I was hesitant to tell him about my desires because I was worried he would act like the stereotypical billionaire I read about in romance books.

"Sara, please tell me your fantasies. I will fulfill every dream." He demands that I know about my desires.

"OK, Aron, I will tell you my fantasies every day. I won't share my other desires with you until you fulfill the first one."

"Okay, Sara. I have no problem with it at all. Now please tell me your first desire." He excitedly questioned me.

"All right, so I wanted to spend the night staring at the moon and shining stars under the open sky with you." I told him about my one wish.

"As you wish, my wife." He held me in his arms tightly and guided me to a bed near the shore.

"Hey, when did you plan this?" Bewildered, I turned to face the bed.

"Mrs. Finge, do you think your husband is not aware of this desire?" He placed me on the bed and took a seat next to me.

"But how did you know about my desires?" I questioned him.

"Mrs. Finge, how did you expect me to be unaware of your wishes when your husband is the biggest admirer of your writings?" He gave me a forehead kiss.

After spending hours together in conversation, we cuddled up to sleep. I sensed that someone was observing me from afar. When I opened my eyes, I looked around, but nobody was in our immediate area.

"Sara, what happened?" Aaron opened his eyes and gave me a puzzled expression.

"Nothing; it seems like someone is observing us." I expressed my worry to him.

"Come on, Sara. You need not be afraid; we are the only people on this island. So sleep peacefully." He hugged me tightly.

Feeling his warm presence, I closed my eyes again to sleep.