in a bungalow near a tropical beach

The lightly salty sea breeze glides across your skin. An uninvited phantom of the night, though not an unwelcome one. As you occupy that half-dream state, you notice the rhythmic sound of small waves crashing on the nearby beach. All your senses tell you that you're in a relaxing environment. Then...what was it that woke you? You slowly open your eyes and see nothing but the dark bedroom of the bungalow. At the verge of falling back to sleep, you feel it: his hand gliding up the outside of your thigh.

Oh that hand, oh that man! You sigh your appreciation, your acknowledgement that Tristan was getting ready to make you feel wonderful yet again. Sleep can certainly be forgotten now.

"You are awake, then," he whispers as if reading your mind, "That's good, because I was getting worried that I've have to take care of this," he shifts towards you to press his hot erection against your lower back, "all by myself".

You laugh quietly, and roll your head back to look up at him, "I wouldn't dream of letting you do that without my help," you whisper back. Your lips find one another's in the dark. Tristan's hand glides up your thigh, over your hip, up your torso, finally landing on one of your breasts. He gives it a soft squeeze before moving over to the other and squeezing it. With dexterity, he pinches and rolls your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You gasp as this small wave of pleasure overcomes you. Never one to miss an opportunity, Tristan slides his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. You spend a few moments like this, as his hand moves between each nipple, taking time to appreciate both.