I like drinking coconut water out of actual coconuts.
I also like drinking coconut water out of actual coconuts on a secluded, private beach.
But what Ireallylike?
Licking it off my wife’s pussy while she rides my face on said secluded, private beach.
Another splash flies out of the coconut she’s struggling not to drop as she readjusts the clutch she has on my wet, sand ridden locks. “So close, Imzadi…” Sweetness from the beverage fuses with that already flowing across my tongue. “So fucking close.”
I clamp my hands down harder on her tattoo marked hips – loving the fact my wedding band will leave an impression in her skin – and furiously yank her forward again and again, coating her juices across my mouth.
Chin.
Nose.
More moans leak into the tropical air yet are hard to hear due to her knees smashing themselves into my ears, preventing me from hearing anything that isn’t the sound of my own slurping or panting.
Panting that adds heat she has to wildly buck her hips to chase.
Chasing that’s sloppy and greedy.
And the greedier my wife gets, the faster she grinds, leaving me no choice but to stiffen my tongue to provide that tinybit of pressure guaranteed to have her boldly going where only this man is allowed to take her.
Orgasmic howls of my name are muffled by the ringing in my ears from having them ceaselessly knocked into; however, the shudders of her frame combined with the quivers from her pussy more than make up for missing the audio portion.
Don’t get me wrong.
I fuckinglovehearing my wife call out my name – and nickname – but honestly?
I just love being thereasonshe’s screaming more.
What can I say?
I’m easy going like that.
Nae clumsily abandons her beverage and slumps off my mouth to my lap where my cock is noticeably beginning to stir for another round. She teasingly wiggles her hips around prior to inquiring, “Is thisreallyhow we’re gonna spend the last day of our honeymoon? Banging like sharks during mating season?”
Chuckles are accompanied by me tucking my hands underneath my head. “That analogy is proof that Bryn is a terrible influence.”
“Because I used an ocean metaphor instead of a cheer one?”
“Or aStar Trekone.”
Sniggers leave us both during her amused headshaking.
I like that my wife –fuck, I love saying wife– and my best friend are in their own way best friends too.
Nae hasn’t had many females in her orbit she can rely on or not compete with – even now as the lead choreographer and engagement liaison for the cheerleaders/dancers of The Highland Hellcats basketball team – so the fact she has even the one is enough for her.
Plus, they get to go do the “girly” shit together neither would ever openly admit about wanting do with another chick.
Like shopping for bikinis or attending the openings of art exhibits by overly charming graffiti dudes or trying aerial yoga, which for the ship’s records my best friend hates but my wife is obsessed with because…of course she is.
The womanlovesto bend.
And flex.
And become more bendable and flexible.
