Chapter Thirty-Six
Sam
As I open my eyes, the ocean glistens beyond the sand. It must be early because long palm shadows stripe our private beach. A few orange, wispy clouds catch the sun’s first rays.
My God, so this is heaven.
Suds’ chest rises and falls, still sound asleep in our bungalow’s king-sized bed. His cock twitches at my behind and I smile, wondering which of the many ways we’ve made love this week he’s imagining.
When his hand cups a breast, my clit twitches, and I wiggle back against him.
“Mmm.” He slides his large palms up and down my body, I stretch, and turn to face him.
“G’morning, tough guy.”
“The best.” He feather kisses my nose, eyes, and lips.
My mouth opens, his tongue enters, and we lazily play, letting our heat rise to the beat of the ocean outside our window.
His body, bronzed by the sun, is so beautiful, I pinch myself. Surely, this is a dream. I’m in Hawaii with the sexiest, most charming, most incredible man on the planet.
“What you thinkin’, sugar.” Dark lashes lift, revealing wide, black centers.
“About how lucky I am.” My fingertip traces his lush lips, his high cheekbones and around his forehead.
His smile melts my insides. “I’m the fortunate one. Before I met you, life was…”
“Boring?”
He rolls onto his side, squeezes my hand, and brings it to his beating heart. “You made me come alive in a way I never thought possible. I was just going through the motions, you know?”
“I do.” Cringing, I think back on the leech of a writer I was dating when I met Suds.
“Thank God, I was a bad interrogator.” Pulling off the sheets, I straddle his waist, his hard interest poking at my buns.
“I still feel bad I got you fired.” He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a passionate kiss that curls my toes.
While his tongue devours my mouth, his hands slide over my shoulders, down my arms, and to my breasts. He rubs and pinches as I squirm, my juices wetting his abs.
Pausing to catch my breath, I stare into his black-diamond orbs. His nostrils flare as he fingers me below.
Then, I lift, place him at my opening, and lower until our cores touch. We have a lifetime to make love and this one, I want to remember forever. Our gazes locked, I slowly slide up, then grind down as he arches.
Outside, a gull screeches and some tropical bird squawks. The ocean breeze cools my heated flesh as I take my husband higher.
His eyes roll, lids lower, and he grabs my hips. “Damn…”
He quickens his pace and my nub rubs against his base. The temperature in the room rises when he flips on top and thrusts with more zest.
Gasping for air, I clench his butt cheeks, and spread my legs wide. With better access, his muscles tighten. I dig my heels into the mattress and push up to meet him. When he dives into the deepest part of me, my nub swells and I’m so close, I scream.
He grunts and in a one-armed pushup, presses my cum-button.
“Oh, oh, fuck!” My splenderific, off-the-charts, stupendous orgasm pulses wildly but Suds isn’t done.
He thickens, shudders, and crashes into me with a groan, so primal, it sets me off again.
With tears rolling down my face, I cherish each blissful wave of pure joy. Finally, the waves of pleasure fade, my eyes open, and he stares. His face is wet, too, making the intensity almost too much to bear.
