Jason’s eyes moved over me in that slow, deliberate way of his, and I felt like the only thing in his field of vision. I was wearing the red bikini he’d picked for me, a surprise he’d slipped into the luggage, and I’d been slightly scandalized when I found it. It was tiny. Rings held the sides together at the hip.
The top accentuated my breasts, and the bottoms hugged my ass snugly. But it was a little too skimpy. My ass was barely hidden in the bikini bottoms and my ass cheeks swayed with each step I took towards him. The bikini bra was competing with the bottoms at hugging my curves tight at the right places whilerevealing the most flattering parts of me. My breasts almost flowed out of the bra, my nipples- two taut peaks under the silky cups. Jason smiled at me with a twinkle in his eyes, and I felt slutty and sensuous as I stepped into the Jacuzzi. He let out a wolf whistle and stretched out his hand to help me step into the warm water.
He held me with his strong arms and cradled me into his broad chest. We kissed passionately, like two high-schoolers who had just a few moments to make-out before someone might see them—intense and fervent. We kept kissing until Jason’s hands found the thin laces of my bra, and undid them with one pull. The bikini bra fell into the water, a cascade of red silk, then disappeared within the gushes of the water stream. I stood there, top naked, my tits already perky in anticipation of what was to come. Jason massaged my breasts with his fists and gently pinched my nipples. I let out a whimper. He started kissing me on my neck, sucking at just the right places. I yelped with passionate delight and bit my lips. I needed him, the entirety of him inside of me. I whispered- “Yes Jason, yes. Fuck me Jason, fuck me hard.”
He took off my hair clip and unraveled my hair. My brunette hair fell down like a cascade of deep honey down my shoulders. Jason looked at me and smiled. “You’re my beautiful, sexy fox.”
I laughed.
Then I stopped laughing.
He was extraordinarily good at making me stop laughing.
He looked deep into my eyes, and tugged hard at my hair. I let out another pleasurable whimper. He mashed my tits in his hand, and I yelped out with burning desire.
He took his hands down under the water and reached my panties. He yanked them apart and felt my clit. I was soaking wet and the warm water was making me squelch with passion. He ran his massive thumb right up my clit, and felt my dripping wet pussy. He smiled. He slipped two fingers inside of me, slowly at first. I was tight as fuck, but wanted him in, deeper and deeper.
I started shivering and whimpering as he ran another finger and I winced in pain. But I wanted more of this- this cycle of pleasure and pain that Jason knew I wanted. He kept fingering me deep, deep inside, until his fingers reached my g-spot. My eyes rolled over my head and I mewed like a drunk kitten.
I wanted him to fuck me , fuck me so hard and rough that I started pleading with him. “Please Jason fuck me, fuck me hard, please.” He took off his swimming briefs, and shunted his big, hard cock right into me, using my own pleasure as a lube. I sucked in air as he worked right inside of me. He started slowly circling inside of me, and then tugged at my hair again.
I was addicted to this cycle of pleasurable pain that my husband was able to give me so effortlessly. I liked it rough and he liked to give it rough to me. In that way, we both fit perfectly, our sexual desires completely in sync with one another. My hips started to buck on instinct. He moved into perfect sync with my body and he thrusted into me. He pounded me, gently at first, and then as we both reach the pinnacle of pleasure, we both jerked and swayed in perfect rhythm as he fucked me so hard, I was a wet, whimpering mess- crying out without any restraint on our private deck.
I came first and realized I was crying tears of pleasure from what I had just experienced. Jason wiped my tears with the back of his thumb without saying anything. I was amazed at how Jasonfound it almost his duty to pleasure me just the way I wanted and liked it. Could I be any luckier?
I loved him, and at that moment my love for him was as far and as deep as the ocean that lay ahead of us. Within minutes, Jason shook with passion and finished off with a gush of cum inside of me. We both floated in the silence of the satisfaction that came with the kind of lovemaking we had just enjoyed, and we both stood naked in the jacuzzi, silent, except for the rhythmic sounds of the ocean beneath us.
We sat in the warm water afterward with glasses of white wine, his arm around my shoulders, the Atlantic spread out below us in every direction. The sun was beginning to descend, painting the water in shades of copper and rose.
“Best thing that ever happened to me,” he said, into my hair.
“The cruise?” I said.
“You.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “You, Camila. I love you”
I love you, I said back, and meant it in the way I’d meant it more and more with every passing year. I knew there’d be many more anniversaries to celebrate together, but I couldn’t fathom how I could ever love him more than I already did — with every atom of my body and soul.
By the time we were dressed for dinner, the stateroom had taken on that particular golden-hour glow that made everything look like the inside of a memory.
I was in the ivory cocktail dress — short, lacy, accentuating all my curves in a way that made me feel like a sensuous little slut— Jason’s slut. I accessorized with the diamond necklace he had given me on our first anniversary. Jason saw me in thatdress and almost froze. “Oh my god, Camila. How can you be so breathtaking?” he said and planted a kiss on my lips. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I said as a complete understatement.
He was in a three-piece navy tuxedo that did extraordinary things for his shoulders, his olive skin a perfect contrast to the deep color of the fabric. He looked like a Greek god.
He looked at me like I’d said something funny.
“I may not look half as bad, but I have some really bad thoughts circling my mind right now.” He stepped closer, eyes moving over the dress. “I’m trying very hard right now to be a gentleman.”
“And how’s that going?”
“Poorly.” He held out a small bundle of white flowers — freesias, my favorite. “Happy almost-anniversary.”
I took them, laughing, and he leaned in closer to my ears. “You look so good in that little ivory piece that I don’t think I can wait until dinner to take it off. I’m getting horny just looking at your ass in that dress.”
“Take it off?” I pulled back to look at him. “I hoped you’d said tear.”
His eyes darkened slightly. “Ripit off,” he corrected, in that low, deliberate way.
“Rip the lace right off and make wild love to you and not apologize for any of it. I’m planning to skip dessert tonight, because you, Camila, will be my dessert.”
