Angel, Tommy and Jessi wrapped their arms around one another and commenced a three-way kissing extravaganza that bordered on obscene.
A flurry of emotions ran through Angel’s body: joy, excitement, sentiment, fulfillment. There was so much going through his head, but one feeling stood out in his heart more than anything . . . love.
Chapter Three
The beauty of the unspoiled shores of Fiji was only surpassed by the sun-drenched turquoise water that surrounded it as far as the eye could see. It was an island paradise. Jessi breathed in the salted air and let the sun warm her back while she stared at the hypnotic view. The surf at her feet reminded her that it was real instead of a dream.
Cool lotion dripped on her shoulder and Tommy massaged it into her tanned skin. “You still need sunscreen, hon, even though you’ve got a golden-brown tan.”
She smiled at him. With his fair complexion, blond hair and light eyes, he was constantly swathed in sunscreen, but the sun found its way in and graced him with a warm glow. The blue-green ocean around them lit up his eyes which were pronounced against his honeyed skin. She ran her fingers across the two-week-old, short beard that covered his cheeks, unused to the soft facial hair. It was slightly darker than his flaxen hair, which was now painted with platinum streaks from the scorching rays of the sun. It was as brilliant as spun gold and as luxurious as white mink. He had never looked sexier.
He continued to massage the lotion into her shoulders, now warmed by the heat of her body. He stood behind her and worked his way down her back with his hands. She tingled at his touch. He pulled at the strings of her bikini top, and it fell to the sandy shore. Her arms covered her breasts, and laughter flowed from her mouth, while she watched the tide wash her top into the ocean and float away on a wave. “Are you going to get that for me?”
“No.”
“But it’s part of my new swimsuit.”
“I’ll buy you another one. I’m busy right now.” He rubbed the tanning lotion up and down her back and then moved to her butt cheeks, which were completely exposed by her skimpy thong.
“Frozen margaritas with fresh lime!” Angel carried a tray with a pitcher and three salt-rimmed glasses. He gave her a crooked smile when he saw only the palms of her hands covering her nipples. “Topless? How risqué!”
“I really didn’t have a choice.” She jutted her chin toward the surf. The strings of her bikini top were pulled in all directions across the top of the ocean like a giant starfish.
Angel looked at it, then down at Tommy still working lotion into the muscles of her buttocks. “Why do I get the feeling you were responsible for that mishap, you naughty boy?”
“First of all,” Tommy answered without missing a rotation of his hands, “she’s not topless unless she stops covering herself.” He pulled her arms away from her body.
Jessi resisted slightly, before she gave in to freedom and let her nipples soak in the heat of the sun.
“That’s better,” Tommy said. “I don’t want you to get any tan lines.”
Angel set the tray down in the sand, but not before taking a healthy gulp of his freshly-made margarita. “Well, if you’re worried about tan lines, she needs to nix these too.” He pulled at the strings on either side of her bikini bottom and tossed it into the ocean, where it promptly drifted away.
Jessi let out a surprised laugh, and her hands went to the slit between her legs. “Angel!”
Tommy bellowed with laughter and pulled at her hands.
She struggled, and they both fell into the sand. A wave rolled in and surrounded them in a bath of white foam which infiltrated her naked body. The combination of the air, the sun and the surf on her flesh made her feel uninhibited and carefree. She jumped to her feet and pulled Angel’s swimsuit down to his ankles, not that it covered much to begin with. She didn’t know why she was surprised that his cock was hard and standing at an upward arc. This honeymoon had the three of them as horny as pubescent teens.
Angel stepped out of his swimsuit and kicked it aside. “Thank you, sweetheart. That thing was crushing my balls and stifling my cock.”
Tommy, now also naked, sauntered over to join them. “I don’t know why we were wearing clothes. We have a private villa on a secluded part of the beach. No one’s around.”
Jessi picked up one of the margaritas and enjoyed the fresh cocktail. The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a pale shade of lavender. She walked to the water’s edge and let the tide cover her ankles. The seascape was breathtaking. The water reflected the sky and painted its surface with a kaleidoscope of pastels.