He slides a finger inside of me.
I moan from the intrusion.
I blew my hair out for the wedding and it falls down my back in smooth beach waves that actually took over an hour to create. Roman slides his hand to the base of my neck and tugs on my hair.
“Never deny me what’s mine again,” he growls. “Ever.”
“No,” I pant. “Never again.”
“Good girl.”
He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hair, then unzips my dress. It falls to the ground and now I am standing in nothing but a wet wedding thong.
I don’t need to turn around to hear him unbuckling himself, but decide to look anyway. I lean back on the railing, arms spread, nipples to the wind, and stare at my husband with wicked intent.
I am no longer nervous or skittish about what comes next because this beautiful man is my husband and I’m going to make love to him onouryacht onourwedding day naked as a jaybird and it will be perfect.
“I love you,” I tell him as I slide off my thong and toss it back in the water. “Now come get what’s yours.”
Roman practically snarls as he turns me back around, bends me forward, and ruthlessly enters me from behind.
The intrusion is exquisite and my mouth hangs open as he repeatedly thrusts and pounds us both to a violent orgasm.
“Fuckkkk!”
“That mouth,” he chides semi-seriously, “is getting out of hand, Duchess.”
Roman completely strips out of all of his clothing, grabs one of the large cushions from the chair and tosses it on the ground.
“Get on all fours.”
“I wonder if you realize that your reprimands are always rewards,” I tease.
“Quiet,” he says, as he strokes himself to full mast again.
I drop to the cushion and get on all fours. I watch as he studies me intently, then kneels on the cushion directly in front of me. I lick my lips as I stare directly at the head of his penis.
“Maybe this will keep you quiet.”
He slides his dick inside of my hungry mouth and I work his length with the precision of an expert, opening my throat and swallowing him deep. He stares at me with deep love and admiration as I pleasure my husband in one of my favorite ways until he grabs me by the hair.
“Stop.”
He bends down and kisses me hard.
I am sopping wet and need him inside of me desperately. My head is spinning. He keeps starting all of these delicious things and never letting us quite finish. It is making me want him that much more.
He stands and walks around behind me, then starts playfully slapping my ass. He’s been obsessed with it since I had the baby. It’s wider and jiggles more, and he definitely really likes it.
“Spread your legs wider and raise your head and look at the water while I fuck you properly, wifey.”
He enters me slowly this time. Pulling and pushing himself inside of me, inch by inch. When he’s anchored himself all the way, he leans over, holding himself up with one hand and grabbing one of my breasts with the other. He squeezes my nipple as he rhythmically rams himself hard inside of my quivering pussy.
I yell in bliss with each powerful thrust he executes because I can. There’s no sleeping Knox to worry about. I don’t care about whatever people on this ship that can hear us. And fucking by the water makes me feel powerful, as if I’m some sort of intoxicating goddess.
It feels too damn good.
The beginnings of an orgasm bend and twist inside of me, and so do the tears. I’m overwhelmed with the emotions of the day and with the fact that I am about to explode. Blood rushes to my head as my entire body contracts from the release Roman extracts from me.
