I’m living my best life with mywife. My best friend, and the woman who knows me better than I know myself.
My eyes follow Erika’s every slow breaststroke, the smell of salty air, tropical flowers, and sunshine filling my nostrils, bringing a sense of deep calm. Contentment: a feeling that only Erika brings to my life.
“Good morning, husband.” Erika welcomes my arrival, her voice dripping with heat as her eyes travel down my body.
“Good morning, wife.” The mention of the word wife makes her grin with joy. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I can’t believe Islept until midday. Between working all the hours available God sends, my hangover, the adrenaline and shock of discovering Erika and I are married, and then the twelve-hour flight, which I didn’t sleep much on, I’m exhausted.
“You were completely out of it when I woke up, and I didn’t want to wake you. You work too hard.”
“It takes one to know one.”
“Touché.” She swims toward me, her mouth under the water, tracking me with her eyes.
“What a view,” I say, stepping into the pool.
“The water appears electric turquoise,” Erika replies joyfully, gazing at the endless horizon while dipping her head underwater. When she reappears, her hair slicks back from her face, giving her the appearance of a seductive mermaid.
“I wasn’t talking about the surroundings.” From what I can see through the water, she looks hot as fuck in a tiny gold bikini, the sun deepening her tan she started working on while she’s been living at my place, turning her skin golden.
Erika chuckles, rolling onto her back as I move closer. Like a moth to a flame, I can’t stay away, and my lips are kissing her stomach, her ribs, her side boob... man, I’m a sucker for her side boob, making my cock stir in my swim shorts. As I move up her body, she drops her legs into the water and threads her arm around my neck and her endless legs around my waist to lock herself securely around me.
Having her like this is what I’ve waited for my whole life.
Pulling her closer to me, I cup my hands around the back of her thighs.
“Does the room meet your requirements, Dr. Hill?” I ask, stealing yet another kiss, noticing her freckles have already started to appear across her nose and cheeks. Now that we’ve opened the door to us, I never want to stop touching her, as if my mind and heart are checking that she and I are real.
“I’m in Bora Bora paradise, Leon,” she swoons. “I haven’t used the water slide yet.”
The sleek slide descends from the deck directly into the gentle ocean below.
“Would you like to try it now?” I ask, squeezing her ass that I’m obsessed with, aligning her center with my very hard and throbbing cock, my piercings stretching and making the end of my dick super sensitive. It’s always hard around her. She’s my ultimate weakness.
“No,” she answers with confidence. “I want to make love for the first time as a married couple.”
It may have been cruel of me, but I suggested waiting until we arrived in Bora Bora to have sex. Only because we were both hungover when we woke up in Las Vegas, then we had a flight to catch, and I wasn’t going to have sex with her as husband and wife on a fucking plane. No way.
But now. Now feels good, fucking perfect. “I could never say no to you, baby.”
I hold her tighter, my fingers slipping inside the tiny sliver of fabric that is nestled between her ass cheeks and shift it to the side.
With only the faint sound of waves hitting stilts and the distant call of seabirds, for a moment, it’s just us, the pool, the world shrinking despite the infinite expanse of our surroundings.
Then we kiss endlessly as I push one finger inside her slick heat, then another. “You’re always so wet for me, baby.”
It’s such a turn on knowing she wants me as much as I want her.
I take my time, working her mouth before she squirms against me, and only then do I push my finger in and out of her pussy, working her, getting her ready to take me.
Our panting breaths, our wet skin, and tongues are all I can focus on as she coats my fingers in her excitement, the energy becoming thicker with want and the need to consume each other.
Erika grabs my face and kisses me as if her life depends on it, using me like I’m her only source of air. The way she kisses me makes my world spin on its axis. No one has ever made me feel as if I could fly, but Erika does.
I shudder as the warm water laps around us, my desire at an all-time high as I walk us across to the side of the pool that looks out over the water.
“I want you, Leon. Make love to me.”
Sparks of joy and electricity surge through my body, my cock so hard it’s already leaking precum. Reaching the edge of the waist-deep water, I remove my fingers from her pussy and tap her ass, instructing her to unlock her legs from around my hips.
