That first morning on the beach, Ty discovered just how experienced Wendy was. They had sex on the beach for hours, until the sun was high in the sky and the two of them laid near the surf exhausted.
"That was wonderful," she told him. Ty couldn't really argue with that.
As the day grew longer, neither had any real desire to go home, or anywhere else. The island was quiet and private. The two of them decided with little discussion to stay there until they tired of it.
Food wasn't a problem, since Ty could conjure up five star meals with a though, and the island had some food they could eat. After a couple weeks, Ty and Wendy had become hopeless lovers. They laughed and played on the small island, built themselves an elaborate shelter, and wanted for nothing thanks to Ty's power. Their days were filled with joy and companionship, their nights with red hot sex against the backdrop of the tropics. Soon even Ty was showing Wendy new positions.
After a month or so, they had seen every inch of the island and each other's bodies. It was time for another adventure.