Prompt 1: Tropic
They walked down the deserted beach hand in hand, watching as the sun sank into the water. There was light but cool breeze caressing her heated skin. She couldn’t believe that he flew them to Barbados, for their fifth anniversary. They were not even married, technically. But at least he had not forgotten their anniversary.
Although all around her, there was nothing that did not remind her of anything but the tropics. And although he brought them down here for their anniversary, she couldn’t help but notice that she was acting strangely. He stopped abruptly, pulling her to his bare muscular chest, his hands resting on the small of her back, his fingertips just reaching side her white bikini bottoms that were only held on her hips by a simple tie string.
He leaned down to her, as she was nearly two heads smaller than he, and pressed his lips gently against hers before shortly parting her lips as his tongue snaked its way in. While one hand pressed against the small of her back, pressing her close to him, his other hand slowly reached between her legs. She found that he was not surprised to find her already ready for him.
He let out a groan that only she knew, and knew all too well.
“Marry me.” He said, as he let her come up for some air, as he leads a trail of kisses down her slender neck.
She too let out a moan, with a simple word. “Yes.”
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