"Just trust me," she said, pulling his hand behind her.
She hopped over the cobblestones, carefully balancing on the balls of her feet and led him down the pathway. The sound of the waves was getting closer, and the place was getting darker until they finally arrived at the little secluded beach that she was so keen on showing him. "Isn't this nice?" she said, opening up a picnic blanket. "It's a little secret bay. All to ourselves." Matt took a quick look around, turning his head and observing the beach from one corner to the other. She wasn't wrong in saying that she found a secret hideout, but he wasn't convinced that he could call it a beach.
The little patch of sand outlining the waves was not much bigger than a double bed, and it had high cobble walls wrapping around, leaving only a tiny opening from where they came through. There weren't any light posts either and had it not been for the moon's reflection and some distant hotels that shined the faintest of lights, they would have been in pitch black.
Cara and Matt had been together since high school, almost fifteen years. Neither of them wanted to have kids, and their love had grown deep for each other. They had a strong bond together, one that few couples managed to achieve in their lives, and they complemented one another like butter and bread. But, despite their free-spirited lives, their attraction towards each other was starting to dim out. They'd been over the honeymoon phase a long time ago, and a calmer light had now replaced the fireworks that once filled their chests. Their sex life wasn't really fun and exciting anymore; nothing about it was new. Their touch remained the same, their words were the same, and the whole sequence felt like it had been used way too many times.
But, they weren't just going to give up on each other that easily. They took a week apart, distancing themselves from each other and giving their hearts space. Igniting that feeling again of missing each other, and along with that, Cara made a little mental list of things they should do together to spice things up. And having sex outside where someone could easily see them was high on her list.
She crossed her legs and sat down onto the blanket, casually reaching for a bottle of red wine from her tote bag, "Do you want a glass?" she asked, pulling out the cork. Matt looked down at her seemingly innocent blue eyes, and his face melted into a smile. "Of course, how can I say no to this gorgeous creature?" She shook her head and rolled her eyes while he sat down by her side, and for a brief moment there, it felt like they'd gone back in time. She took a sip of wine, swirling it around her tongue and then looked over to Matt. "Do you like it?" she asked, leaning close to him. "Yeah," he said, taking another sip to confirm his thoughts. "It's smooth and sweet. Just like your lips," he whispered, leaning in close to her face and gently tasting her lips.
