Taleela's POV

This place is so beautiful. The designs are modern. Before we stepped into the house, I noticed that this place is built in a streamlined form with a simplistic layout and features that flow easily throughout the whole area.

I haven't gone to the back, but I can hear the sound of water pouring, and I'm sure it's from a waterfall nearby. The beach is not too far from here. Just a few minutes' walks and I can smell it from where I am standing in the middle of the room.

The whole place is bright due to the white painting. The designs here are minimalistic, and the floorboards are made from bamboo wood.

This home is so beautiful. I feel like I am living close to the beach, and that's because I can see everything going on outside from where I am. I can also smell the ocean.

The rooms are bright and airy, making me feel relaxed and at peace.

I am in one of the rooms, as I have decided to take a self-tour while Karanos is asleep. He's tired from the flight he took yesterday and also the stress that comes with driving long distances.

I am dressed in a two-piece bikini, sea green with tiny sea shells sewn into the hem of my panties and half bra. There's a glass of iced tea in my hand, and I sip as I watch from one of the rooms. I like this place. Its walls are not white like the other rooms. It's painted in sea green and decorated to look like below the sea, with seashells and drawings of sea anemones, sponges, algae, and then sorts. This room seems to be like that of a teenager.

I think about swimming in the small pool here, but I am more captivated by the blue ocean ahead, and I can't wait to swim naked with Karanos.

Suddenly, I want him to be awake.

I walk back to the room we're sharing, and I nearly get lost because this place is so big and confusing with all the glass walls and steps, and doors. But I finally located our room. I open it slowly so as not to wake Karanos. I want to surprise him.

Slowly, I shut the door and creep in, ensuring I don't make a sound. I am glad that I am barefoot. It's easier this way not to wake him up.

He's sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. I stare longingly at his powerful legs, feeling lucky I have a man this hot to myself. His chest is bare, and he's only dressed in beach shorts. I chuckle, remembering what he said while putting on that short and getting ready for bed.

"Babe, I promise you, I'll jump awake, and we'd go straight to the beach without me having to dress up."

He had said that before jumping on our bed and going to sleep.

Now, I will wake him up in the most pleasant way ever.

So, I climb into the bed slowly, ensuring I'm doing it stealthily. My right hand goes to the string of his shorts, and I pull at a rope, causing the whole string to come loose.

He's still asleep. Karanos is a profound sleeper. I would have woken up at the slight dip of the bed.

When I have successfully loosened the drawstring of his shorts, I slowly begin to rub his cock with my hands without sliding my hands in, and slowly, his cock springs to life. I hear Kal groan from deep down as he jerks a bit.

That's when I take it as a cue to pull his shorts down a bit. He's wearing nothing beneath, and I smile naughtily, knowing how crazy it drives him to find out that I have no underwear. But this time, I'm only doing this to torture him.

When I finally have his cock in my hand, I bend over and touch my lip on his cap. He moans slightly, and that's when I know he's awake.

My lips open, and I take him into my mouth. After seconds of constantly doing what I'm best at doing, I feel his hand on my head, rubbing gently and affectionately as my head bobs up and down.

"That's a good girl," He says, his voice husky with desire. "I'd love it if you woke me up in this manner every morning."

Immediately he says that I pull away from him. I catch the glint of confusion in his eyes, but I ignore him. I slide him back into his shorts and pat his dick. Smiling at him, I get out of bed before he can catch me and punish me for leaving him halfway satisfied. But that's the reason why I started this in the first place.

"Let's go to the beach, Karanos. I waited two hours for you to catch your sleep," I say to him as I walk to the closet to get a shawl and a few large towels ready.

Kal climbs out of bed, looking sleepy. Then I feel something on my butt, and when I turn, it's Karanos standing behind me with his erection touching me. He doesn't look happy at all. But I give him a cheeky grin and a kiss.

"It'll go a long way if you kiss me again, but not on my lip. French kiss, to be precise,"

I burst into laughter, and Karanos walks off, sulking like a little boy. He's going to follow me to the beach with his erection, and that's not my business. I just want to be at the beach, and since it's private, we have the freedom to do whatever we want, and I am so excited.

I fold the towels and throw in a tube of sunscreen and a couple of drinks and cups I got from the kitchen into this large hobo bag.

I find Karanos standing in the sunroom with a drink in his hand. He's wearing a tank top that hugs his muscular chest in the right place, and my eyes go down to his powerful legs. He moves it as he takes a drink, and his quad muscles flex, making my legs nearly melt into water.

But then, his erection is still there, and I give him a cheeky grin. But he doesn't see that. If he does, I am in deep trouble.

"What's that you're drinking?" I ask as I walk to stand by his side.

But he fixes a glare on me, and I stifle a deep laugh traveling up my throat. "Let's go," He says and begins to walk out of the wide french doors of the sunroom. I follow suit.

The path to the beach is beautiful. First of all, we pass through bushes of flowers, colorful flowers, and cobblestones. I don't kiss the seashells that have been washed to the white beach by the ocean. I would have picked it if Karanos wasn't so upset.

We finally get to the beach, and I stand, watching as the waves travel to the beach before racing back like they're being chased by something.

It's nearly sunset, and the sun's rays are beginning to cast on the clouds, creating beautiful colors ranging from red to orange to sunset yellow to violet to green and blue.

Karanos is already walking toward the ocean, and I immediately call out to him. "Kal! Come over here."

He doesn't do as I say, but he turns to give me a dry look. "Why?"

"You haven't applied sunscreen," I say in reply.

Then he frowns and looks up to the sky. "Why?"

"Sunburn?"

"Babe, it's almost sunset. I can't even feel the heat of the sun on my skin. Do you want to distract me from swimming again?"

Fuck. I messed up.

I look up to the sky before remembering that sunscreen isn't needed. I should feel embarrassed, but I'm with my boyfriend. I can be dumb at times. I stick out my tongue at his back as he continues wading into the ocean before he dives in.

I was busy spreading towels on the sandy beach and taking out the bottles of wine I came with. The cups follow after, and in no time, I have set up the place. I pat myself mentally for a job well done before standing from my kneeling position to join Karanos in the ocean.

But I didn't find him swimming there. First of all, I look around to see if he's already out of the ocean, but he isn't. Slowly, my face morphs into a frown, and I begin to walk towards the beach.

"Karanos!" I call out, hoping he answers me. But after a few seconds of waiting, he doesn't. I will try again. "Babe!"

I sigh and continue entering the water till I am knee-deep. "Where the fuck is he?!"

"Babe!"I call out as I walk deeper into the water. Slowly, I begin to flap my legs so I can move quickly in the water.

I am filled with panic. I search around for him wildly, and somewhere in my mind, I feel like he has drowned himself.

Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms grab my waist, and I yell out in fear. But when I twirl, I am face to face with Karanos, who is laughing loudly.

I hit him on the head. "You fucking bastard!"