“For us to get back and forth to Greece and Italy, or wherever we want to go.”
I knew that wouldn’t be often, because of the nature of Big’s business, and I refused to go without him. This trip just felt too special, and I couldn’t see myself here alone. While I was deep in thought, Big boarded Aphrodite.
The moment we stepped on board, I could tell it was new and fancy—most likely all yachts were ritzy—but Big didn’t give me much of a chance to look around. He carried me straight to the bedroom suite and set me on the plush bed.
“In a rush, Big?” I grinned at him.
He returned it, but with a wicked crookedness. “Rush?” He ticked his mouth. “You know better than that, Aphrodite.”
Oh, I did.
He crowded me on the bed, his arms on each side of me, and leaned in, his nose rubbing against mine, before he kissed me deep. Our tongues touched, then became frenzied as I reached to undress him. My hands on his bare skin, his chest, sent a deep guttural sound from his throat.
“What does my wife want on her wedding night?” He asked against my lips, his hand skimming the top of the dress, tracing the cut of it.
I looked down at myself and then back up. “Hungry, Big?”
He grinned against my mouth, then his tongue and teeth started to make their way down, his teeth trailing behind his tongue. “This dress. You. Fuck.” His hands were pulling on it until my breasts popped out, and the cool air in the cabin breezed over my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, my hands balling into fists.
“Do you like your dinner warmed, Big?” I breathed out.
He chuckled darkly against my skin, his breath fanning over it, warm where the air was cool. His hand slid against my opening, and he hissed. “My dinner is always just the right fucking temperature. Always so fucking perfect.” His touch was feather-light as his fingers brushed over each of my thighs, and I shivered.
From the faint light, I could see how drenched my thighs were with want, and he used his tongue to lick it up. I arched into it, squeezing the sheets to release some of the tension threatening to send me overboard.
“Get loud for me, Aphrodite. Let me hear you.”
I slid my body closer to his mouth, moaning, my hands itching to release myself from the dress. I wanted to be naked with him, skin on skin. I ached for it.
It was like he could read my mind. He turned me some and unzipped me, sending the expensive dress to the floor, like it cost nothing, leaving me in the heels.
“I have no control when it comes to you,” he snapped. “Fuck.”
Getting to his knees on the bed, he positioned my legs behind his head, and tilting me up, started to devour me. Our hands clasped, and I was locked into the position, but still trying to get closer and closer to his tongue. I rode his face hard as he gave me what he always told me I deserved.
Pleasure.
“Big!”
“Let go.” His breath was warm against me. “Let me drink you in.”
I groaned deep in my throat as my entire body seized up, and then released a rush of pleasure through every part of me. It was hard enough that my toes curled. By the time I opened my eyes and my breath was coming a little easier, Big was naked in front of me, looking down at me.
I shivered when I took in his body. How fine he was.
He licked his lips, his finger light on my skin as he trailed it down my stomach, but it still made me convulse. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked until I started to whimper from wanting him so bad.
The sound set him off, and he slid into the bed with me, kissing me. His mouth tasted like a mixture of the both of us, and I was completely lost inside of wherever he’d taken me. Until the kiss broke and he started to make love to my skin. He started to kiss my neck like he was kissing my mouth. Sucking, biting, licking. Over and over, until I couldn’t stand it a second longer.
I felt like I was about to lose all control. Like the rush of pleasure was about to sweep me away again just from his mouth on my neck.
We started to tangle in the sheets, hands together, legs intertwining, his body on top of mine and mine on top of his. My hair was sticking to my body from sweat as I moved over him, up and down, twirling my hips in a way he fucking loved. He’d buck up and almost send me through the roof, making me scream out in pleasure.
And then the mood seemed to take a slower turn, and he started to move with it, his eyes on mine the entire time. He filled me one last time, and I couldn’t control what was about to happen. My body was giving in.
“I fucking love it,” he whispered. “Give in to me. Give me everything you have to give, Aphrodite.”
We came together, both of us sounding like we’d run a marathon together and finished at the same time. Our bodies were pressed together, his heart pounding against mine, mine beating against his.
