Chapter 8

When I stepped into our pool the next morning and waded toward Mandla, I found him standing in the corner, staring out at the ocean, lost in his thoughts.

In all the years we'd been together I could count on one hand the times he came more than three times in a day. But yesterday had shattered every record we had, and we probably had all this place happening around us to thank for it.

I drifted into his corner and climbed onto his lap, with his cock pressed firmly against me. His arms tightened around me before his mouth found mine, and we kissed quietly.

"Any word on the ticket today, honey?" he asked after a moment. "Better be time for a full-on swap."

I kissed his cheek. "Nothing yet. Believe me, I want it just as much as you."

"Alright. But you remember what Vuyo said yesterday, neh? Chances are, whenever yours comes up, we won't be able to ease off the lube."

"Do you want to practice then?" I pressed against his lips. "I wouldn't mind at all if you wanted to slide into me right now. I need to stay ready."

Without delay, Mandla nudged his cock at my ass, and I leaned forward, bracing myself on the pool edge as he pushed inside. The warm water made it slippery and easy. He continued stretching me open until I moaned out loud.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, babe, even without the lube," he said, gripping me tighter.

Then, suddenly the doorbell rang, a sharp sound that broke through the air and jolted us both.

"Shit!" I gasped, pulling off him in a rush.