Smiling to myself, I relax further into the mattress. Two weeks here in Fiji will never be enough, but knowing what’s ahead for us, I’m excited to get home. What we had originally planned as the honeymoon we never had, turned into our babymoon when we got the news six months ago that our surrogate was pregnant with not one, but two babies. Both embryos implanted and now, by some miracle, we’re going to have twins.
I stretch in bed, noticing how gloriously sore my muscles are after yesterday’s snorkeling session and last night’sextracurricular activities. Rolling over, I’m surprised to find the other side of the large canopy bed empty.
The early light of dawn peaking through the sheer white curtains billowing in the ocean’s morning breeze is the first thing I notice when I sit up. Before I have to go in search of him, my husband opens the bathroom door and steps out in nothing but a plush, white towel wrapped deliciously low around his waist.
“Good morning,” I greet him, my voice gravelly with sleep.
Jax smiles, but when I drop the sheet that was covering my breasts, he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan that has heat pooling in my core.
“Come lie down with me, Bear,” I say, patting the spot beside me.
He steps forward then hesitates. “Aren’t you sore from last night? We got a little . . . carried away.”
Oh, we did, and in the best of ways. In fact, I hope like hell he’ll be up for a repeat. Last night before dinner, Jax handed me a pair of vibrating panties that he used to tease me with all through dinner, edging me until I was on the brink of tears. When we got back to our bungalow, he fucked me senseless against every surface.
“I’m not sore, and I’d love to get carried away with you again. I actually was thinking maybe we could—” I cut myself off, unsure if I want to go there or not.
“Could what, baby?” he asks, lying on the bed beside me.
I roll over onto my side to face him, propping my head up on my fist to mirror his positioning. “Try something new,” I say. Vague, I know.
“What do you have in mind?
Biting my lip, I decide to go for it. “I’ve always wanted to be . . . double penetrated.”
His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “Tae . . . I’m not sorry when I say I’ll never share you.”
My cheeks heat with embarrassment before I bury my head in the pillow. “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant!” I squeal, though it’s muffled.
“Okay, whatdidyou mean?” he questions, brushing my hair back from my face.
“I-I brought a toy. A dildo. The one you love to have me use when you’re on the road. I mean, I know you’ve used it on me before, it’s just—”
“We’ve never used it together like that,” he finishes for me.
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, and I just thought with this being our babymoon and all—”
Jax’s chest rumbles with laughter, the sound is one of my favorite things. “Tae, you never need to feel shy or embarrassed to ask me for something you want. I’ll always give you anything you desire.”
Aiming a shy smile his way, I reach my arm around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. It quickly turns from slow and sensual to hungry and desperate, and in no time he’s rolled me on top of him so I’m straddling his now naked waist.
“Ride me, T.” He punctuates his request by thrusting his hips up against mine so my pussy glides along his length in the best way.
Itsk. “Is that any way to ask your wife?”
“Please,baby. Take control. Ride me,” he pleads, and I’m nothing if not generous.
Sitting up on my knees, I grab his cock, giving him a firm stroke before lining him up at my entrance and slowly lowering myself. I ease him inside me, inch by inch, and when I’m full in the best way, I begin teasing him, moving my hips in slow, methodical circles instead of riding him the way I know he craves.
Deciding I’ll give him a show, I trail my hands up and down my body, starting by combing my fingers through my shoulder-length hair, then gliding them from my collarbones to my chest. I take my time, alternating between tweaking my nipples and cupping my breasts.
“Where’s your toy?” Jax asks just as he grips my hips and thrusts up hard.
“I put them in the drawer in the bedside table,” I tell him breathlessly.
“Them?”
“I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to bring, so I brought two and some lube.”
