Diving slightly underwater, he caressed them ever so gently. Slowly moving up, he lowered the thin piece of fabric that covered her favorite part. When he resurfaced right in front of his wife, he received a look of disbelief.

"Why are you being so naughty, Sam?" Beatrice teased, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She intentionally swayed her hair slowly.

"It doesn't matter because I know your heart belongs only to me," Samuel replied, wiping the wetness off Beatrice's cheek. Despite her pouting, Beatrice complied. She wrapped her hands around Samuel's neck, bringing them closer together.

"I love you," Samuel said, right above Beatrice's moist lips.

"Don't you want...