made their skin soft and smooth. Bruce looked for her entrance and penetrated her in one vigorous thrust. Jennifer moaned loudly and her voice echoed in the ocean. She could feel the heat of the sun, the salty air of the sea and Bruce hammering her from behind. She loved it. It was one hell of a honeymoon. She was the luckiest woman of earth and couldn’t ask for more.
Bruce fucked her for nearly two hours and Jennifer was exhausted. She had climaxed three times and begged him to have a break.
“Oh my God,” she said, wiping her face with a towel. “I’m going to be sore for days...”
“You’ll have as many massage sessions as you want.”
“I don’t think Erica can really help me with this. Jesus, I’m so hot. Can we have something to drink?”
“Yeah, I’ll call someone. Get dressed.”
Bruce and Jennifer spent the rest of the afternoon sunbathing and kissing on the upper deck. They relaxed in the open air jacuzzi and made love in there, sipping champagne and eating strawberries. Jennifer even dived naked and swam around the yacht, until she couldn’t feel her arms and her legs.
“We’re not going to go shopping today, are we?” She said.
“It will be too late I think. But we can definitely look for a nice restaurant and have dinner over there.”
“I’d love to eat seafood.”
“Anything you want. What do you like? Crabs? Lobsters?”
“Mmm, yes please. That would be great.”
“I’ll ask someone from the crew to make a reservation for us.”
Bruce left and came back a few minutes later.
“All right,” he said. “We have a table for 8:00 p.m. but we have to go now. We need to reach the shore and rent a car. It can take a while.”
Jennifer got out of the jacuzzi and wrapped herself in a towel. Bruce walked to her and pressed her against his hard body.
“Do you enjoy your honeymoon, Mrs. Wilson ?”
“It’s perfect. You’re the best.”
“That’s because you deserve it. I love you...”
Chapter Seven
J ennifer followed Bruce inside the yacht and took the stairs to go down. She was wearing an elegant evening gown with high heels and a pearl necklace with matching earrings. Bruce was dressed with a white linen shirt with khaki pants, and looked more casual, but still chic. He led her to a door at the end of a long corridor, and before opening it, he stopped and looked at her.
“You’re going to love this,” he said with a grin.
Jennifer raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Bruce had lots of surprises for her and she knew she could trust him. He turned the door knob and pushed the door open. Jennifer was dumbfounded. There was a boat inside the yacht. She walked inside what looked like a mini-pier where the speed boat was waiting for them. Bruce pushed a button and the wall in front of them started to move like a garage door. Bruce took Jennifer’s hand and invited her to board the boat. He then followed her inside and opened a door that led to the navigating controls.
“You can also drive a boat?” She said incredulous.
“yes but small ones only and because we’re near the shore.”
Bruce started to engine and slowly moved the boat outside to the sea. Jennifer realized they were at the end of the yacht, on the left hand side. Once they were far enough, Bruce pushed the remote lever forward and the speed boat accelerated. Jennifer had to hold on tight but she liked it. It was a lot of fun and very exciting. They would arrive in France by boat with style and have dinner at a five-star restaurant.
Tonight, it was Jennifer’s turn to sit down and enjoy a wonderful evening. She wouldn’t have to cook and care for others. Tonight, it was all about love. She and Bruce were here to celebrate.
The shore was much further than it looked. It took them forty-five minutes to finally arrive and toward the end, Bruce had been forced to slow down due to the impressive amount of other boats. Therefore, Jennifer started to feel nausea and dizzy.
“I think I’m seasick,”