She falls asleep just as the credits end, and I keep caressing her, every touch infusing me with a deep sense of peace and belonging. She’s my home—my coveted haven. I could face any storm, any shipwreck; nothing would deter me from finding my way back, returning home—to her.
When the pilot announces we’re about to land, I pepper kisses on her face, gently waking her up. A smile teases her lips but she keeps her eyes closed––loving my ministrations.
After we climb out of the jet, we hop into a helicopter. Flying above the ocean, we pass islands scattered across the endless blue.
Zara gazes enraptured at the idyllic landscape. “It’s beautiful,” she murmurs.
It was her honeymoon location. I am just going through the scenario she laid out for us, hoping to make it right the second time around.
Once the propellers stop whooshing, I help her out of the helicopter, and someone from the staff picks up the luggage.
She takes off her shoes and twirls around, the sun rays dancing on her lids, making her appear like a divine apparition and converting me into a believer. She’s always been my only faith.
Palms and lush vegetation paint the landscape in a rich green, complementing the white of the sand and the turquoise of the water.
It’s my first vacation in years. It’s our first real vacation. We had weekend getaways, but we were too engrossed in ourselves to care about the location. Now I want to show her the world, create endless memories until my name is synonymous with delight, intertwined with the fabric of her life until there’s no her without me.
In the distance, there’s a bungalow for the staff so we can enjoy our privacy. I intend to keep her naked all the time anyway. Fuck, love, laugh, dance, and kiss, in no particular order.
We go on an exploratory tour, discovering the modern white-and-glass villa. The interior rivals the exterior’s luxury, with pristine white walls and cream furniture accented by touches of turquoise.
Upstairs, in the main bedroom, a king-sized bed greets us, the breeze playing with the canopy curtains. Light streamsthrough the expansive windows, and beyond them, an infinity pool stretches across the terrace, surrounded by various places to relax.
She doesn’t lose a moment as she quickly undresses, her clothes falling at her sides, revealing her stunning body––a feminine masterpiece.
She gives me a look of fake coyness. “Join me.”
I rip off my clothes, losing my patience by the second, and send her a heated gaze. She squeals, taking off as I run after her.
She dives straight into the pool and surfaces on the opposite side. With her hair slicked back and droplets of water kissing her skin and catching the sun rays, her beauty roots me in place. Mentally snapping a picture of her ethereal beauty and blissful serenity, a lump lodges in my throat.
We made it, baby. We’re on our honeymoon. Married. Together. Everything we desired. Yet nothing happened as it should have.
The avalanche of emotions threatens to swallow me, but it’s as if she senses my distress and swims toward me. Stopping in front of me, she reaches out her hand. I grip it as if it’s a life vest, pulling me from the deep end.
She wraps herself around me as if she wants to embed herself into me. “I have you,” she whispers, and my grip on her tightens.
“Never leave me.”
She cups my cheeks and offers me a small smile. “I don’t think you’d let me.”
“For you, I’d sacrifice myself. For your happiness. For your well-being.”
“You’re salvageable after all.”
I chuckle, giving in to her soothing presence. Only she can lighten my mood.
“What if the dream ends?” she murmurs as we reach the end of the pool. It feels as if we’re at the edge of the world, the unknown stretching before us.
“We’ll dream a new one,” I say, pressing my body into hers, not leaving an inch between us.
Her face radiates with a beam. “I like that plan.”
“I like you naked and at my disposal even more,” I say, heaving her up my body, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. Cupping her face, I press a kiss on her mouth with the promise of more.
“I actually counted the minutes in my head until you’d turn allme man, want to fuck.” Her voice takes on a deeper tone, poorly imitating my rough voice, making me laugh.
“You can enjoy the view. I will enjoy your pussy.”
