“You excited to learn to windsurf?” Fee asks, grinning widely.
In a few days, we’re hiring a car to drive over to Vassiliki; it’s approximately a half-hour drive from here. Fee used to go on regular family holidays to Greece, and he loves windsurfing and sailing. It’s times like this that really highlight the different social classes we were raised in.
“I think these lessons will be the biggest test of our relationship so far.”
“I’m an excellent instructor, I’ll have you know. I taught Jade because she was ready to murder Jas when he tried.” I smile because I know he’s just excited to show me a part of himself I haven’t seen before.
“I can’t wait.”
We made it through a full day of Fee teaching me to windsurf relatively unscathed. It was a lot of fun, and we both slept like the dead that night. Today, we’re making the most of the hire car and driving to Porto Katsiki. Fee is behind the wheel, enthusiastically singing along to a Greek song on the radio, undeterred by the fact he doesn't know the words.
There isn’t a cloud in the sky. It’s a scorching day at around thirty-seven degrees, and I’m excited to get to the beach for more of a breeze. As we turn the next corner, Fee slows down and has to stop because the road is completely filled with… goats. We look at each other like, ‘What do we do now?’. They have big bells on their necks and make an absolute racket as they walk across the road. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait long until a middle-aged man appears and begins herding them off the road. We both laugh at how ridiculous it looks and then continue on our way to the beach.
The car park at the top is thankfully not too busy. We have to walk down some steep steps to get to the beach. It’s worthit, though, for the stunning backdrop of the huge cliff face. The sand is so fine; it’s almost white as it reflects the bright sunlight, contrasting with the clear turquoise waters of the Ionian Sea.
Fee picks out a spot not too far from the water, and we put our towels and cooler box down. We both go for a swim right away to cool off. Fee grabs a snorkelling mask we brought and goes off in search of underwater sea life while I head back to our towels to read my book. I lie on my front in case I pop a boner because this book has some top-tier spice. Fee will likely reap the benefits later.
I’m fully immersed in the story when Fee returns, lying on top of me and getting me all wet.
“Ugh. You’re so annoyin’.” He continues to rub his wet head all over my back.
“I’m just helping you stay cool.”
“Thanks,” I deadpan.
“You need to come join me in the water, I found a starfish.” This is what happens when you marry a golden retriever type. You don’t get to read in peace on the beach; you have to go and look at the weird shit they find. I knew who I was marrying, though, so I put my Kindle into the bag before joining him in the sea to go in search of his starfish.
Phoenix Campbell
The past two weeks have been an absolute dream come true. We’ve been out on the water nearly every single day, eaten our body weight in gyros and had more orgasms than is probably healthy, like I think if I come again, nothing but a puff of air will come out.
I’m kind of bummed that tonight is our last night, but I’m also excited for all of our holidays to come. We have a whole lifetime together, and I can’t wait to see the world with Cee by my side.
For our final dinner, we went to a restaurant slightly further inland called Taverna Dimitris and had moussaka and saganaki as we watched the sunset. It was the perfect evening.
Sitting on the bed naked, I’m scrolling through random shit on my phone when Cee wanders out of the bathroom. He’s wearing nothing but tight-fitting black boxer briefs and playing nervously with his fingers.
“What’s up?” I ask curiously. He comes over and sits in the middle of the bed cross-legged, facing me.
“So, I’ve been thinkin' about this for a while, and since it’s our last night, I thought it would be maybe a good time?” His intonation suggests it’s a question but I’ve no idea what on earth he’s actually asking. Nerves flutter in my stomach in anticipation.
“A good time for what?”
“Uhm. To mate?” I’m simultaneously relieved and elated. I’ve known Cee was my mate since the day I met him, and we’ve talked about it a few times over the years but never got as far as planning to do it. My teeth ache at the mere suggestion.
“You’re sure?” I ask, needing to double-check. He nods.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I really want us to do this.” My heart swells at his admission. For humans, getting married is often considered the biggest commitment, but that can always be undone. You can’t undo a mating bite. It's a hundred percent for life. Even if one of you dies, your mating bite will remain.
“I love you so much, baby. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your mate—officially,” I tell him, and he beams at me. “Come here,” I say, making grabby hands at him.
Cee crawls onto my lap and kisses me enthusiastically. He tastes minty from his toothpaste and I want to breathe him in.Grabbing his hips, I flip us so he’s on his back and I can rest between his thighs.
We make out lazily at first, leisurely tasting each other and enjoying the fact we have nothing to do and nowhere else to be but right here in each other’s arms. Cee's cock starts to thicken in his briefs, and it presses against my stomach. Sitting up, I tug his boxers down; he lifts his hips to help me, and I chuck them over my shoulder. Reaching down, I stroke him without much pressure and several beads of precum leak from the tip.
I shuffle down so I’m lying on my stomach between his legs, darting my tongue out to taste him. When I glance up, his eyes are blown out with desire. I lick a stripe from his balls up to the tip before taking him into my mouth. I suck on him torturously slowly, wanting him to be a babbling mess by the time I sink my teeth into his neck. His hand roams over his chest, and he pinches one of his nipples, moaning loudly as he writhes on the bed.
I suck each of his balls into my mouth and swirl my tongue around them, just the way he likes and revel in the sweet sounds I pull from him. Pushing his knees back toward his chest, I expose his hole to me. Cee holds onto the back of his thighs to keep himself exactly where I want him. My tongue gently laps at his rim, softening him up. He tastes like heaven—musky and all Connor. I flatten my tongue over his tight pucker and lick him until he’s pushing back into my face, begging me for more.
