Page 28 of Italian Professor

“My gift to you. It’s a trip to French Polynesia. You’ll be staying in Tahiti and Bora Bora. It’s for both of you.”

“Mom, this is too much. You didn’t need to do this,” Aria wraps her arms around her mother.

“Yes, I did. I’ve been all over the world and, with the exception of uprooting you and moving you here, I haven’t shown you anything of the world. Now, it’s time for you to see it for yourself. Take those two weeks and use them to forget about everything but each other. You deserve that.”

“Thank you, Jennifer. That’s very sweet of you,” I tell her.

“Mom, these tickets are for two days from now! What if Anthony couldn’t get away?” Aria asks, fearing that I may bow out on the trip. Her mother looks at me and I nod.

“Anthony and I spoke about it before I booked the trip. Everything is fine,” she smiles as she pats Aria’s hand.

“So, you two have been conspiring behind my back?” Aria grins.

“Only about this, little girl.”

* * *

The crystal clear,blue waters of the islands are like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and Aria takes full advantage of it. I don’t think we’ve left the beaches for anything other than to eat, shower, and have some of the greatest sex of our relationship.

She’s already frolicking about in her yellow string bikini when I take my morning coffee out to the deck of our Tahitian cabana. Seeing me, she runs up the beach to greet me. I wish I could slow this moment down in my mind. I had no idea this level of happiness existed until now…until her.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” she says as she plops her wet ass onto my lap.

“Good morning to you, beach bunny,” I reply as I rub her against the erection she’s just awakened.

“Again, already?” she says, burying her head in the crook of my neck.

“Every time I look at you, Princess.”

“Well, then. Maybe we should go inside and take care of that,” she purrs.

“Or…we can take care of it right here,” I reply as I slide my hand under the rim of her bikini bottom.

“It’s broad daylight. You want to have sex outside?”

“It’s a private beach for rich people like your mother. I bet everyone who stays here has done it. How many women have you seen out here without tops? You think anyone will care if we give them a show?”

“I don’t know about this,” she protests but I can see the glint of naughtiness in her eyes.

“I didn’t give you a choice, did I?”

One tug on a string and her bottom is completely exposed. I slip my finger inside her and rub it against her already-engorged clit. She spreads her legs wider and props herself against the table.

“You’re getting wet so you must not be too worried,” I tease, biting her earlobe and earning a whimper.

I reach beneath her and release my dick from my shorts, slapping it against her wet, tan ass.

“You want this. I know you do,” I say as my fingers fuck her dripping gash.

“I do,” she moans.

“So, ask for what you want, Princess.”

“Fuck me,” she whispers as I continue to tease her with my finger strokes.

“That wasn’t a question. That was a demand and you don’t tell me what to do. Ask nicely, little girl.”

“Please fuck me,” she cries as I flick her swollen button.

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