"I'm inviting you on a little getaway," Jack said.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Well, that's just it. You decide. Mountains, the ocean, a European city, or anywhere else your heart desires."
Mia's eyes lit up at Jack's invitation, a playful smile dancing across her face.
"I've always wanted to go to the Mediterranean," she said, her voice trembling with excitement.
"The Mediterranean it is," he replied, raising his coffee cup in a toast. Jack took a sip, hardly able to believe how lucky he was to have her in his life. The way she looked at him with such love and adoration moved him deeply. He set the cup down and took Mia's hand. "It's a wonderful idea, darling. Let's do it."
Mia beamed and squeezed his hand. "Yes, let's go," she answered, her voice full of emotion.
Jack smiled at her enthusiasm and leaned in to kiss her. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy. To him, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Jack and Mia's love story unfolded for several days under the Mediterranean sun. The luxurious coastal hotel welcomed them with over-the-top hospitality, offering everything they could wish for: pristine beaches, a pool, cocktails, and delicious meals—the perfect location for their romantic escape. The hotel was secluded, and from the start, it felt like the best choice they could have made. Their suite had two rooms with balconies offering a breathtaking view of the shore.
"Can you smell the salt in the air?" Jack asked.
"Yes... but I'd much rather feel you inside me. The truth is, I can't get enough of you, and I don't think I ever will."
Statements like these made Jack feel like a true man. He had never had a woman love him so sincerely. Of course, he had heard such words before, but they always came from women he paid—women who said exactly what he wanted to hear.
They spent hours exploring the coastline, swimming, and sunbathing, gathering seashells to keep as unforgettable mementos of their vacation.
Mia and Jack were in their hotel room, preparing for a yacht tour.
"Are you excited about our boat trip today?" Mia asked.
"I am. It's been a long time since I've been on a yacht," Jack replied with a smile.
"I've wanted a trip like this for so long."
"Well, then it's a good thing we decided to do it," Jack said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
They headed to the docks. The captain welcomed them aboard, promising an enchanting experience. For the next hour, they admired the surrounding islands with curiosity.
"Where to first?" the captain asked.
"How about those islands over there?" Mia suggested, pointing to two distant specs on the horizon.
"Sounds good," the captain agreed, setting the course.
When they reached the first island, Mia and Jack stepped onto the sandy beach. "It's amazing," Mia said, looking at the crystal-clear water. Jack took her hand and led her along the shore, admiring the scenery. They eventually reached a small, whitewashed building—a restaurant filled with the aroma of fresh seafood. They sat outside, ordering wine and local delicacies, listening to stories about mythical creatures that supposedly still inhabited the islands.
After returning to the yacht, Jack went to rest for a while.
"I'll join you in a moment," Mia said. She turned to the captain. "Tell me, Captain... have bold tourists ever been attacked by monsters here?"
The captain simply laughed. What a beautiful woman, he thought.
"If you ever decide to tell me that secret story you're hiding, I promise I'll put it in one of my books—it'll be just as secret," Mia whispered.
The captain grew attentive, his gaze locking onto Mia. She gave a discreet smile and shifted her stance slightly, her legs parting just enough. The captain turned toward his cabin, leaving the door ajar.
When Mia entered, the captain moved to kiss her.
"Cut the small talk, we don't have time," Mia said sharply. "Let's just do this—for the pleasure of it."
Mia slid onto the floor, pulling the captain toward her. She guided his head between her legs and pulled down his trousers. The captain knelt on the floor and began to kiss her there. Without wasting a second, he moved her underwear aside and his fingers began to move rapidly in a circular motion inside her, generating a pleasure that intensified with every passing second.
"Ah," she whispered. "Get inside me already. Stop teasing me."
Slowly, she pulled him toward her, lying on her back with her legs spread wide. He let out a groan. She was tight, hot, and wet. Her arms wrapped around his glutes, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper and deeper. Her heavy breasts were massaged by his hot hands.
"Don't stop," Mia hissed.
The captain took up a frantic rhythm, breathing heavily, panting like a dog. Mia loved the way he penetrated her deeply, reaching every corner and making her tremble with delight. His face reflected the raw sensations he was experiencing. She felt every muscle move, her hips waltzing with his short, powerful thrusts. Mia held on tight as the pressure built within her.
He let out a loud grunt of lust and satisfaction as she screamed into a muffled ecstasy, clinging to his body, demanding every drop of his essence.
"Mrs. Mia... will you leave me an address? Perhaps I'll be in your city someday."
"No, darling. These things only happen once in a lifetime. Anyway, it was good—I didn't have to fake my orgasm or put on an act like I do for that softie, Jack. Thanks for the fun," Mia said. She gave him a brief kiss on the cheek and slipped out of the cabin.
As the sun began to set on their final day, Jack surprised Mia with a private dinner on the beach, complete with candles and flowers. Later, they had sex on the sand.
"I think this was the best part of the trip," Mia told him afterward. "I felt you inside me like never before."
"I'm glad you're satisfied," Jack replied. "As a man, it feels good to hear that. Think about it and tell me... would you like to move in with me?"
"I don't need to think about it. I'll give you my answer right now," Mia said, giving Jack a long, lingering kiss.