Lizzie

I'm so happy just being here in Brandon's arms, a romantic movie on and all snuggled up. My heart beats so fast because I want him again so badly only, I am a little sore. Instead, he pulls me in tighter, kisses the top of my head and scrolls through his phone.

I've only been here to Mexico a couple of times before and my folks were with me, so being here with Brandon will be a whole new experience and to explore with him.

"Do you have anything in mind for tomorrow?" I ask him not taking my eyes from the large tv screen not that I don't want to look at Brandon, I mean he is simply gorgeous like male model gorgeous, but I am engrossed in my all-time favorite movie.

"We could go out on the boat and go diving? Or we can go into Mexico City and look around the markets, get something to eat. What do you prefer?"

"Oo, I don't know both sound good. Why don't we go to the city first then come back and cook something together. We've not done that since we were about fifteen doing our cooking projects at home." He chuckles, it's deep and throaty I can only imagine as he gets older it's going to be even more of a turn on.

"Perfect, that's what we'll do then. I want this break to be all about you." Brandon kisses the top of my head and puts his phone down. "We can go on the boat the day after if you like, I can let Juan know to get it ready for us and the diving gear, unless you don't fancy diving. We can just muck about in the water." He knows I'm not that keen on diving and it's sweet he is giving me other options.

"You can dive, I'll wait up top for you and read," I tell him then turn so I can face him.

"You are so beautiful, baby. I still can't believe we're dating."

"I know, right. It's so amazing. Like, I spent years literally obsessing about you and dying every time I saw you with a girl." I admit thinking he's going to think I am as daft as a bat.

"Same, well I mean seeing you with other guys. Jeez, I wanted to rip their fucking heads off. What took us so long, baby?" He kisses me and I enjoy his tongue roaming my mouth, I suck on his tongue, long and hard. He groans into my mouth, and I can feel him stiffen in his jeans as his bulge presses against my stomach.

The feeling I have of knowing I turn him on, fills me with passion and desire I didn't even know I could feel. Already I can sense I'm getting wet again and the need for him makes me ache, like so badly.

"I'm not making love to you again, baby tonight. You're sore, I know you are. We can wait til the morning. Let's give you some rest. Not that I don't want to, trust me I could bend you over this sofa and fuck you stupid, but we don't need to rush. We have the rest of our lives." He makes me swoon, the way he is so careful about me and is treating me like I'm precious.

"Mm, the rest of our lives. It sounds so dreamy when you say it like that. But you're definitely fucking me before we got out tomorrow, I don't think I can wait a whole night and a day," I tell him with a serious look on my face that I've put on for show.

"You're so sexy when you look at me like that, with your serious face." He kisses the tip of my nose.

"C'mon, let's go see what we need for food tomorrow, we can go and shop like regular couples."

That sounds like huge fun, I don't usually do any shopping. My mom does it all or our housekeeper. I know for a fact that the only time Brandon and I go into a supermarket is if we want some cold drinks, gum, or chocolate. It's awful to admit that at our age we haven't ever regular shopped.

Don't laugh, but I'm looking forward to doing something really normal with Brandon tomorrow.

We both get off the sofa and I shove him playfully, he grabs me round the waist and begins to tickle me making me laugh, because I am useless when I get tickled.

"Stop, you're killing me," I tell him as we enter the small but with everything-you-need kitchen area. I begin to open cupboards and spot some cans of tomatoes, beans in glass jars, pickles, and crackers. Brandon opens the fridge.

"There is some fresh meat in here, mince, chicken. We could make fajitas if you like. They're easy and we both know how to make those."

"Sure, perfect. I love fajitas. Is there a seasoning mix anywhere?" I continue to look and go up on my tip toes to take a look at the shelf higher up. Brandon comes behind me and wraps an arm around me, nuzzles my neck and reaches up like it's no big deal. But then he is six feet so what do I expect. He pulls down some packets and we sort through them. There's burrito mix, fajita mix, salsa mix. You name it, it's here.

"Brilliant, that's dinner sorted for tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to cooking something with you, just the two of us. We can chill out, watch more movies, and fuck a lot," I say. He winks, I pool, damn he is super-hot sexy. And he's all mine.