A Nature Channel... Maybe?

He looked up at her face. She looked concerned but happy. Her smile glowed the way it did after a romantic night together.

“I think it was a nature channel...”

Her smile faded a little. “What was, honey?”

“On the TV, but the screen was garbled and went black. I think it’s broken... I’ll call for support.”

“Who needs a TV when we can keep fucking like that, Tarzan!” She let out a happy sigh.

He blinked and looked around. He was laying on the bed, naked—no, nearly naked. His pants were only half off and... the bedding was strewn around the room. There were wet spots of various sizes and... viscosities around the mattress and all over Aria. His groin felt rather sore, as if he had been edging for a couple weeks, then had blown it all at once. His stomach hurt.

Richard felt a dull panic blanket his thoughts. He looked around again as he stood up, pulling his pants back on. “We just had...” His zipper didn’t work. He looked down to see is fly was torn. “We...”

“Oh no! Your nice pants! They got in your way did they? Maybe get undressed first, then have your way with me next time.”

“I did this?”

“Don’t look at me! I was pinned down most of the time. I know we’d promised to make this a memorable vacation, but I didn’t expect it quite so soon... Forget the TV and call housekeeping to change the sheets while we are out.” She wiped some fluids off of herself with a relatively dry corner of the sheet.

Richard finds his shirt, tangled and inside out, a few buttons missing. What the hell had he done? He tried to shake off his concerns as he pulled his formalwear from the wardrobe. Hopefully they still had enough time that Aria wouldn’t have to feel rushed.

“Shorts, baby,” she said, taking it from him and returning it to the wardrobe. “We are sightseeing on the island today.”

“That’s not until day two. The ball...” he reminded her.

“Uh... If you wanted to go to that, you shouldn’t have marathon fucked me all night long. It is day two, babe. Let’s get breakfast on the island.”

That can’t be right... He was starving he realized. He absently put on clothes she gave him, grunting in agreement at her frequent comments about having had the best sex of her lives. He felt a growing pride and distress at her repeated compliments for a performance he could remember none of.

Aria didn’t take very long getting ready, opting for yoga pants and a stylish sports bra, both of which he loved for how they set off her curves. Over that she put on a white shortsleeved button-up made from fabric so thin as to be translucent in bright light, advertised as tan-through clothing from the ship’s gift shop. She left the over-shirt open but tied at the bottom.

Richard made a last troubled glance at the TV, then they set out for an island adventure.