I was awakened by the playful chirping of birds greeting the first scarlet rays of the sun rising over the azure ocean. Light spilled gently through the room, slowly painting the walls in warm hues of dawn. Beside me, Snake was breathing softly in his sleep — so innocent, so tousled, it almost felt wrong to disturb his sweet dreams. But the sight was so breathtaking that I couldn’t resist the urge to share the moment with him.
“Hey, sleepyhead… just look at this sunrise,” I whispered softly into his ear.
He turned toward me, pulled me closer, mumbled something unintelligible, and drifted back into slumber. His hand rested on my belly — warm, steady. My body begged to press closer to him, to melt into that tender fusion… but the fragrant morning breeze called even stronger.
“No, no, no! I’m greeting the sunrise!” I grumbled playfully, carefully slipping out of the trap of his hot embrace.
With each passing minute, the sky grew more vivid. Scarlet hues gave way to bursts of orange, pink, and purple. I stepped up to the terrace railing and froze, savoring the most beautiful view in the world.
“The best view,” came a voice from behind.
I turned around. Snake was sitting on the bed, propped up on his elbows. His hair was tousled, eyes still half-closed, but he was looking at me as if I were the sunrise itself, embodied in human form. His gaze slowly traced the silhouette of my body, outlined by the fiery backlight.
“Click,” he pressed the shutter of an imaginary camera. “I’d like to capture this view for keeps.” “Oh right… we’re moving to a new house tomorrow! I’m really going to miss this view — and our cozy evenings on the rooftop under the stars.” “A new home and new stars await us, Cat. And cozy moments — wherever we are.” “You’re right,” I smiled shyly, warmed by his words. “So… shall we capture this moment?” “What… right now?”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“I’m ready if you are,” Snake said with a playful challenge, reaching for his camera. “Load the film!” I shot back boldly, turning on my playlist and starting to move slowly to the sensual rhythm, leaning against the terrace railing while Snake adjusted the camera. “I have an idea,” he said, pulling a black bundle from his suitcase. “What is thaaat?” “Elastic bands. They’ll look stunningly stylish on your body.” “Alright, mister! You’ve got the vision — bring it to life!” “With your permission…”
He stepped closer and looked straight into my eyes. There was less passion in his gaze than power — that calm, masculine, grounded certainty one longs to surrender to. Instead of igniting me, his look filled me with safety and absolute trust.
With a light movement, I let my thin shirt fall to the floor, standing before him in nothing but panties.
He began by covering my bare breasts with the band — slowly, almost reverently. Wrapping the bands around my body, he created a gently firm, supportive corset, then crossed them over my solar plexus — a light shiver ran through my stomach. He led the bands to my back.
“Turn around,” he commanded quietly, confidently, dominantly.
In that moment, I felt such intense arousal that my whole body seemed to ignite. For a second, I wanted to pounce on him, push him onto the bed, and… surrender without a fight, going soft in his strong hands.
“Breathe,” Snake whispered, as if hearing my daring thoughts, gently drawing the band across my firm hips. “I’ll have to kneel before you.” “Be so kind…” I breathed, drowning in the rising wave of desire — and immediately felt the touch of his hot lips against my skin. That restrained hunger, expressed through a kiss, pierced straight through me.
We were both doing our best to keep holding on, continuing this game of self-control. Only my soaked-through panties betrayed the truth my body could no longer hide. He knew. And I knew he knew.
With precise symmetry, he completed the final wraps around my hips and secured the ends at the front, right at the edge of my wetness. The band was finished — and our endurance, unmistakably, had reached its limit too.
For a few seconds, we stood in silence, containing a storm that could have blown the roof off and destroyed everything we had been so carefully building all this time.
“Perfect,” Snake finally broke the silence. “Hold that.”
He stepped aside and aimed the lens of his camera at me.
I remained leaning against the terrace railing, gazing at Uluwatu veiled in morning mist. Inside, I was still savoring the memory of his tender touch on my skin and the subtle orgasmic vibration pulsing inside my body.
“The best view...” I said softly, looking out at the ocean. “The best view...” he echoed from behind me.