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“I want you to swim to the ocean’s depths and grab me one of those Krakens.”

I rolled my eyes.

Let me get right on that.

“Will you settle for an octopus?”

“An octopus will suffice.”

17

Morning Mango

Knox

My dick hardened as soon as a burst of air breezed over it, courtesy of my wife ripping my caftan over my hips. She blew on my shaft, and I fought not to tremble from her teasing. Relentless taunting was guaranteed to follow. A prolonged groan escaped me as soon as she sank her mouth on me. That wicked tongue of hers wrapped around me lewdly before her head began bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.

“You’re so good at that, baby,” I rasped. “Too good,” I added. She responded by slurping me down until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my cum leaked from her luscious lips.

“Good morning,” she murmured, kissing my lips.

“Good morning. You just earned yourself an extra crab.”

“Gio, I’m not out here sucking dick for crab,” she huffed. “What kind of ghetto shit is that?”

“Okay… okay… what about lobster?” I suggested lazily.

“What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me as if I said something truly absurd.

“You know, like that pasta and lobster song—something about sending $850.00.”

“Oh, my God. I want an annulment,” she said, snickering as she left the hut.

“You said until death do us part,” I reminded her, following her out of our makeshift home.

“Correction—yousaid that inyourvows. I didn’t say that shit.”

“It was implied,” I said, accepting the stainless carafe from her after she drank from it. I choked on the water when she mumbled that she would imply her foot up my ass.

This is why I love her. There’s never a dull moment.

“I’m joking, Victoria. I do not wish to demean or objectify you. I apologize.”

“I’ll accept your apology in orgasms,” she said, grabbing her bag for the falls and slinging it onto her back.

“I will be happy to oblige. We should get going before the sun comes up,” I mentioned, nodding at the horizon that had yet to turn pink from the first morning rays. According to my calculations, it was mid-September at the latest, and the mornings were no longer sticky and humid like they were during the summer; however, the temperature still managed to fall between the high to mid-eighties during the day and low seventies at night.

We arrived at the falls in record time and didn’t hesitate to strip our clothes off and discard them on the nearest rock.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, offering my hand to help her into the water.

“Take a wild guess.”

“Either papaya, mango, or the strange fruit we’ve yet to identify.”

Victoria smiled and produced a plump mango from behind her back. I sighed begrudgingly as we eased into the crisp water.

“What’s the matter?”