"Is it really OK?" Tae asks, concerned.

I run my tongue over his lower lip and then stroke his erect dick with my hand. "Let's find out," I whisper, and turn to drape myself over the chair again.

He groans. "Are you ready, Birdie? You have to tell me if it's not OK, though, promise?"

"I promise. I will say our safe word if it's too much, babe."

He slowly pushes in, being very gentle. I rock back against him, and he moans and starts to pull most of the way out and thrust back in lightly, gasping with each stroke.

I make an "uh-HUH!" sound and groan, pushing back against him to drive him in deeper.

He carefully thrusts just a bit deeper each time and then withdraws. "Oh, oh god, feels so good!!" He's still thrusting slowly, being considerate, but he's starting to make that keening sound.

"Harder!" I order him.

This is all he needs to hear; now he's pounding into me frantically, lost in the sensation, his nails digging into my thighs. The armchair scoots forward with every thrust until it slams into the wall, and then I feel the full force of him driving into me.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" I whimper, shaking like an aspen leaf. "Please, please, please, please, PLEASE!!" We both scream and my spine arches up into a semicircle as his entire body clenches hard. I flop down limp over the chair and Taehyung collapses, depleted. Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids, and my body jolts and jolts and jolts again.

My mind comes untethered and drifts away. My body is left wrapped in a laser light show of whirling electrical impulses, exploding inside me in every rainbow color. I hang over the chair like a ragdoll, completely undone.

Once I can think again, it occurs to me that I should probably take a shower. But I'm not sure I can stand. Taehyung has sunk down on his knees behind the chair, eyes closed, chest heaving. I try to stand up, but my knees are wobbling, so I drop down next to him. I wrap my arms around him and he pulls me into a side hug. We kneel there, panting and propping one another up, for a long, long moment.

"Oh, Birdie. Oh my god. I am still seeing stars, that was so good!"

I squeeze him, and answer in a slow, slurred voice as if I'm drunk. "Me, too! That was amazing!" He chuckles. "The only thing I don't like is that I couldn't see your face again. You were behind me a lot today!"

He pets my hair. "That's true. And I love looking into your beautiful green eyes while I dick you." He laughs about the vulgar verb. "I also love looking into your beautiful green eyes while I make love to you, too. And I love looking into them when we have all of our clothes on, and we're just talking. So... basically, I just love your eyes, Birdie."

I giggle. "'I love looking into your eyes when I dick you' - I thought you were supposed to be the romantic one!" I laugh. "But I love your eyes, too, sweet man. And your dick. But your eyes are wonderful. They're the windows into your lovely soul."

Once we recover enough, we take a quick team shower. Pajamas, skin care, tooth brushing, and one more bottle of water each complete our pre-bed ritual. I realize that it's dark outside and our cabana is lit up from the inside, so anyone going by on the bay would be able to look right up and see us. I feel a little embarrassed, and try not to wonder if any passing fishermen got a view of Tae ramming his cock into me. In any case, I pull the accordion doors closed and shut the drapes, transforming the place into a cozy little cocoon for just the two of us.

We climb into bed, and I smile as he cuddles up to me and throws his leg across mine. "Hey, my snuggly bear," I say, pushing a damp strand of hair off his forehead. He smiles down at me.

"Hey, my little Birdie."

"Thank you for a day like no other I've ever had, my love!" I say, smiling at him and laughing softly.

"Thank you for sharing this day with me!" he replies, his voice tender. "Do you know what day it is today?"

I look at him, mystified, and tell him the date.

He eye-smiles at me. "But it's also our six month anniversary today," he says. "Six months since you stayed at our house for the first time."

"Oh, my gosh... You're right! I didn't even think of that!" I say. I pull his face down and kiss him. "Happy six month anniversary, Kim Taehyung!" I tell him, beaming.

"Birdie, this has been the happiest six months in my life. Because of you. And I love you so much."

"It has been the best six months of my life, too. And honestly, I've had a good life, generally, but damn... 'Nothing compares to you!'" I warble the last line like Sinead O'Connor, and he smiles.

We start to kiss again, and you might think I would be so completely satiated after spending most of the previous twelve hours making love that I wouldn't want to kiss or touch him for a few days, but instead I savor every sweet lick of his tongue, every caress from his fingertips, and every little pant or groan that he makes. He rolls on top of me, and we kiss with our eyes open, smiling at each other. I thread my arms under his armpits and hook my hands over his trapezius muscles, pulling him even closer, and then wrap my legs around him one more time.

I giggle. "You're a rock in a tide pool, love, and I'm the starfish."

He smiles down at me. "You are a star. I'm honored that I'm the rock you're clinging to."

"Awww, you made my silly comment into something so sweet, Tae!" I say, and our mouths crash together with a bit more fervor. I run my hands up under his silk pajama top and gently scratch his back, and he shuts his eyes and hums with pleasure.

"Why do we have these pajamas in the way, anyway?" he asks, tugging my cotton nightgown up and stopping when it gets above my chest. "Uhh," he groans, as if he's never seen my breasts before. I sit up and pull the nightgown off over my head. He buries his face in my cleavage, a fond little smile on his face.

"This spot and me, we've had sex now!" he says, laughing and kissing the inner sides of my breasts.

I laugh at him and shake my head. "Yes, my boobs aren't virgins any more."

He does an open mouth boxy smile at me. "This was an amazing day!" he says, and maintains eye contact as he leans down to suckle one of my breasts.

I hum in pleasure and arch my back to push my chest up into his mouth, and his lips curve up into a smile as his tongue teases my nipple. I can't believe it, but a few minutes later, his silk pajamas and my nightgown are on the floor and we are gazing straight into each other's eyes as he just rocks slowly into me. Tae gently pushes my arms, which were wrapped around his back, down onto the mattress, and then he clasps each of my hands in one of his own and presses them onto the pillow on either side of my face. "Do you remember, Birdie?" he asks huskily.

"Yes." I smile at him. "Our second time ever!"

"Mm-hm," he says. I start to swivel my hips in tiny circles, like I did the other time, and his eyes almost close as he groans. We stare softly at each other and grind together for what feels like infinity. I sometimes squeeze his hands when a particular stroke hits differently, and we both begin to pant and moan. My feet are starting to curl and I see the veins in his neck popping out. Suddenly he pulls out and rolls my body over onto my side, then pulls my top leg up against my chest. He gets into the spoons position, nuzzling my neck and making me gasp and smile, and then he's plunging into me from behind, just like our third time ever.

"Oh, shit, I forgot how great this one is!" I say, laughing breathily. I moan and push my ass back toward his dick in time with his thrusts.

"Ah, Birdie, I love you so much!" he groans.

"I love you, too, Taehyung. Ah-ah! More than I can say."

He rocks me away, out of time and space once more, with measured strokes. I close my eyes, and reach over to turn out the bedside light. The night narrows down to this one point, the place where our bodies meet, and nothing else exists.

I couldn't tell you how long we have been wrapped together like this, but I wouldn't be surprised to learn it's been an hour or two. We keep the same tempo, the same intensity, and I start to wonder if we're literally going to just gently fuck all night, when I feel that familiar electrical churn just below my stomach. It spreads, like flights of bottle rockets going off through my whole nervous system, and the intensity knocks the breath out of me. I can't even scream as my body bucks and seizes so hard that it feels like a full-body charley horse. Wildfires race under my skin, searing me from within, and my vagina contracts rhythmically, forcing Taehyung to come with me, milking him of every remaining drop of semen. His voice cracks into his upper range and he screams as he pumps through it. I convulse and convulse again, sobbing out loud now, tears pouring down my cheeks because it feels so agonizingly good. He pulls out and turns me around, folding me into his chest as I jerk and cry. He is panting hard, groaning and twitching with the aftereffects of his own shattering orgasm.

"Are you OK?" he asks, sounding on the verge of tears himself.

I laugh through my sobs. "Yes, love. It hurts so good! So good! My body is on fire. You ruined me, Tae!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he says.

I wrap my arm around him and squeeze. "No, no, don't be sorry, my love," I cry. "I'm not. I didn't know anything in this life could feel this way..." My sobs slow and stop.

He cradles the back of my head and pulls me closer to his chest. "OK, well," he takes a long pause. "I think maybe we shouldn't do it anymore today, Birdie..." he whispers.

I laugh, feeling delirious. "Silly Tae-bear," I whisper back dreamily. "It must be almost tomorrow anyway..."

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When I wake up on our last full day in Bali, I find a big glass of ice water and a hot coffee just the way I like it on the nightstand, waiting for me. Taehyung is up already, for just the second or third time in our whole relationship. 'Huh,' I think, looking around. I pick up my phone and see that it's nearly 10 a.m. Glancing out between the drapes, which are blowing gently in the breeze, I see a couple of large bare feet sticking up from one of the lounge chairs. I giggle, and sigh, then flop back down on the pillow and just smile up at the beautiful ribbed wood ceiling. 'Wow. This is real, it's not just a dream.'

My body feels so relaxed that it's almost boneless, but I muster the strength to get up and throw my discarded nightgown back on. The drapes open on another glorious, blue-sky day. I grab the water and chug it, then sip the coffee as I step barefoot out onto the pool deck.

Tae is looking so leisure-gorgeous, sitting there in a pair of shades, a baseball cap, shorts and an unbuttoned blue Hawaiian shirt, that I instantly throw it into reverse and sneak back into the room to grab my phone and take a picture of him.

He boxy smiles over at me as I approach. I beam back at him. "Good morning, love! Thanks so much for the refreshments!" I say, toasting him with my coffee. "How are you feeling today, sweet man?"

"Really good. How are you, Birdie?"

I smile at him. "I feel so relaxed and happy, babe." I chuckle lightly.

He pauses and studies my face. "Just now I was thinking that all my life, I felt like I was starving. Starving of love. And today is the first day I've woken up and felt like I had a feast and I'm not starving anymore, not craving. I'm just content." He heaves a huge sigh. "I couldn't even dream that I would ever have someone to explore the ocean and have adventures with, like we did the first day, and then explore each other and have those other adventures like yesterday. It seems too good to be true."

I kneel down beside the lounge chair and gently reach up to push his sunglasses to the top of his head so I can see his eyes. My own are suddenly full of tears. I set down my coffee and softly stroke his thigh, and then lay my ear down against his leg and gaze up at his face, smiling. "I want to explore all the wonderful things in this world with you, Tae."

He reaches out to smooth my hair back, and then whispers, "Please, don't ever leave me."

I sniffle and stand up, my heart pounding, and jog in place for about ten seconds, staring out at the sea. Once the panic subsides, I exhale hard and smile down at him, and he pats his belly. I laugh lightly and sit across his legs, then curl up like a cat against his chest. He wraps me in his arms.

"I could never leave you, Tae." I tell him, my voice breaking. "I love you so much." I look up and cup his face in my hand. "Besides, what other man on this Earth would put up with and appreciate my weirdness like you do?" We both laugh. I turn my head to kiss his chest. "I never want you to starve for love again. You deserve all the love on Earth, Kim Taehyung." We snuggle together in the morning sun, just smiling softly and enjoying the gentle breeze and the sound of the waves.

"One thing, though, Birdie," Tae says suddenly. I look up at him. "I don't think we can do what we did yesterday every day."

I start laughing hard. "I can think of any number of reasons why that's true, but why do you say that, my love?" I ask.

"Because my abs are so sore today!" he says, grinning.

I giggle. "Mine, too, actually. But you have to expect to be sore the day after an ultra-marathon, right?"

Tae hums contentedly. He strokes my hair for a while in silence, then says, "I learned another thing, too."

"What's that?"

"You definitely aren't one of those whip ladies, you know? The ones that boss you around and tell you what kind of sex to do?"

I snort. "A dominatrix, you mean?"

"Yes. Those."

"How can you tell?" I ask, laughing.

"Even when you tied me up, you let me be on top. I was glad."

I look at him, grinning. "Well, maybe I never told you this, Tae, but nothing in the world feels better to me than having you on top of me. I mean, we've tried a lot of different positions now, and most of them were lovely. But, yeah... You're so warm, and your weight on me is so comforting. It makes me feel so close to you, and I love it the best." He wraps me up in his arms and squeezes, kissing the top of my head.