Palming her waist, she sucks in a breath as I move my hands lower. I grip her ass cheeks, and whisper in her ear, causing goose bumps to pepper her skin, “All day. All night. Welcome to our honeymoon.”
Then I slip inside her, deliberately slow, wanting her to feel every ridge, count every inch that goes inside her, feel me conquering her insides, push by push.
It takes inhuman will to pace myself when the beast rattles behind my ribcage to go all in, fuck her hard. But I love the slow rhythm, catching every gasp, feeling her intake of air expanding her chest, her muscles giving in to accommodate me.
“You feel fantastic, mi sol.”
“So good. Please don’t stop. Please,” she begs, her fingers imprinting half-moons on my back.
“I change my end of the world scenario.”
She giggles, knowing where I am headed. “It has to be with my cock in you, too.”
A hunger overpowers me, and I carry her out with my cock still buried inside her. Exposed yet secluded, it only adds fuel to our fiery lovemaking.
Placing her on the shell-looking outdoor bed, I get between her legs and bury my face between her thighs, eating her out like a madman on a quest to win his sanity back.
Her hand digs into my scalp, catching onto some strands as she abandons herself to my insatiable appetite, knowing I have her.
I don’t stop until she’s a trembling, moaning mess, coming on my face. I lap at her folds to prolong the pleasure, drinking her up, and she falls back, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
There will probably be no surface I won’t have fucked her on by the time our honeymoon ends.
“I could get used to this,” she sighs contentedly.
“That can be arranged.” I thrust inside her.
Her cute little pink clit swells for my attention. Spitting on it, I rub my thumb in circles and feast on her succulent nipples.
If I had more mouths, more hands to cover her at once, fuck her every hole, I’d take it.
She closes her eyes and arches her back, rising to the overload of sensations, the sensual curve of her body captivating me.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I demand, “Eyes on me.”
“Even when you’re the one giving me pleasure…”
“Especially then,” I groan, feeling her pussy massage me into damn euphoria.
Switching positions, I get on my knees, fucking her from behind, slow and tender, in the rhythm of the waves slapping the shore, some seagulls letting out high-pitched cries in the distance.
She wraps her arm around my neck, holding onto me, and we come as one, losing ourselves in sheer paradise––together.
Between the fucking and tanning,the sun sets, painting the horizon in spectacular violets and oranges.
She comes out on the terrace, wearing a beige crochet maxi dress, the bit of color making her skin glow. She’s naked underneath, and I can see the shadow of her thighs, her nipples poking through the material.
I wear some linen shorts and a shirt.
We walk through a garden, hand in hand. In the middle, a candlelit dinner awaits. Exotic birds fly above our heads, and I hear dolphins calling in the ocean. Paradise on earth—deserted, plentiful, peaceful.
A scrumptious plate of fish and grilled vegetables rests on the table, and as I serve dinner, a dreamy look stretches across her face. “I’m happy, Vian.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t think I could ever be that again,” she sighs, nostalgia tinging her voice.
“Me either,” I confess. “Thank you for wanting me.” Thank you for choosing me again, even if you forgot about me.
