I wrapped my fingers tightly around the coffee cup, absorbing the warmth that seeped through it. It was barely six in the morning, but the sun was already shining. Encasing the entire scene with a warm summery glow that faded into the waves as they quietly crashed against the shore. I've always been a morning person, but I'm even more so when I'm on holiday simply because I adore the serenity that comes along with early mornings. I placed my feet up on the opposite chair and took in a deep breath inhaling the fresh breeze that washed up from the beach, taking time to enjoy our new terrace for the upcoming week.
Jacob and I had only been dating for a couple of months, and during one of our dates, I mentioned how much I missed being a student. Mainly because I was carefree and I didn't have any responsibilities, so I used to party and travel whenever it pleased me. Jacob seemed to like the idea, and the next thing I know, he convinced me that we should go on a quick trip to Italy. And that's how we ended up there, in a beach resort in the south of Italy. We were still in what some would call the honeymoon phase. Nothing about him was annoying, and all we ever did was go to dinners, drink, laugh and then fuck like our life depended on it all night.
The first time we met was at a house party. He was the only one who wasn't shit faced other than me, so we started talking. And soon after that, he asked me out. I remember he told me to meet him at the beach and that all I needed to bring was a blanker for us to lay on. Which I did, and then he showed up with a bottle of red wine, a packet of crisps and a box of chocolates. He even got the wine glasses with him, which I thought was really sweet, and that was it. From that moment, I was hooked.
In all fairness, I was already attracted to him before our first date. Jacob had this street attitude that he walked around with. He only ever wore black clothes with a silver chain around his neck, and he always had a cap on no matter where he'd go. His headset was probably more important than his wallet, blasting with rap music all day long. And he constantly had this judgemental look on his face like he wasn't impressed by anything that happened. His eyebrows were always in a little frown, and his rough beard made him seem scruffy. But his green eyes gave him away. They could melt anyone's heart in a second, and they were what caught my attention in the first place.
Despite the tough exterior that he wanted everyone to see, he had a soft heart, and he was the sweetest man I'd ever met. He hated it when I called him cute, but he really was. Plus, on top of it all, he'd always make time for me and treated me with respect, so I genuinely couldn't ask for anything better. Well, maybe that he'd be a morning person too, but he worked as a nightclub manager, so his schedule was completely fucked up. He'd be awake all night and then sleep all morning, but we still made it work.
With a couple of hours to kill before he'd be up, I decided to head down to the beach for a swim. I slipped into my tiny white bikini, grabbed my towel and went off to start my vacation. Then when people began to gather around, I walked back up to our room and tiptoed my way into the bathroom. I planned to shower before waking him up, but just as I was about to step under the water, the door opened up.
"Hey gorgeous," he said, still sleepy, "what have you been up to?"
I stepped out of the shower and gave him a little kiss, "Good morning, baby. I went down by the beach, and I thought I'd shower off the salt before we head out for some food."
He made a little grunt with his voice, and he took a step back to look at my naked body. "God, I'll never get bored of looking at you," he said in awe as if seeing me for the first time. He moved closer and kissed my lips while cupping my ass and pulling me up to my toes. Then he kissed the top of my breasts, licking just above my nipple, "It's true you need a shower," he said, "your skin tastes so salty." I laughed at his stupid comment and stepped back into the shower letting the water fall over my hair and across my body.
As I closed my eyes to avoid the water, I felt Jacobs hands wrap around my waist and hug me close to him, pressing my ass up against his morning boner. I let my head fall back onto him while he reached out for the soap bottle. He squeezed a good amount onto the palm of his hands, placed the bottle back down carefully and started to rub his hands together. Lathering the soap and foaming it up before massaging it over my breasts. He moved his hands in circles, starting from the side of my breasts over to the middle, bringing them to the top and round again.
