respond.
“Whatever you want,” he prompts. “Tell me how you feel.”
I think for a moment. There are so many things I feel. The last few days have been amazing, and our honeymoon has just begun. I feel like everything is perfect. I don’t want to think about the outside world because for now, Nick is the only thing that matters.
“I feel loved, I feel safe, I feel like I am falling in love with you all over again,” I say honestly.
I can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks. “I love you too, Baby. More than you know,” he says, with so much passion, I shiver harder.
Nick’s large hands travel down my body. I can feel his warm breath on my face and hear his heavy breathing increase. His hands move past my hips and scoop me into his arms.
“Nick,” I yelp and giggle.
His lips find first my chin, then my cheek and finally my mouth, where he delivers a hungry kiss. I groan into his mouth and feel my way to his hair, where I lock my fingers in. Nick smoothes his hands down my legs, cupping the backs of my thighs and lifting me onto his awaiting erection.
I sigh as his cock stretches me and fills me. I know it doesn’t make sense, but he feels larger, thicker, now that I can’t see him. I am so wet; I can feel my juices dripping down onto him.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“You feel incredible,” Nick groans next to my ear. “Unfold your legs, wrap them around me.”
I do as I am told with his assistance as I use his shoulders for anchors. If I thought it felt good before, I was sadly mistaken. I feel Nick’s tongue drag up the center of my chest, and I swear my pussy tries to snatch him in deeper. As if he could get any deeper.
His hands gently caress my skin. Gliding over my back, over my backside, back over my shoulders. It is like he is making love to me with every part of his body.
“You’re finally my wife,” Nick moans.
He has said this in awe a million times since we have been married. I know how he feels. I think I have pinched myself every morning I wake up next to him with wedding bands on my finger.
Each time I see his or feel it against my skin, I smile. As smile tugs at my lips now as I feel the cool metal of his platinum band against my back. As if sensing my smile, Nick nips at my lip and tugs it into his mouth.
We are moving in a slow sensual pace. Nick is taking his time dragging his thick, heavy cock in and out of me as I rock my hips to the rhythm he has set for us. I am in sheer bliss.
“I want to make love to you like this for the rest of my life,” Nick whispers in my ear as his long fingers press into the flesh of my back.
I claw my fingernails down his back and cry out. “Yes, promise me it will always be this way.”
“Always, Sephora,” he grunts. “I will always love you with my life, with my soul.”
“I love you,” I cry as my orgasm peaks and shatters into a dozen more.
Nick continues to ride his way through, one after another until eventually, we come together. Nick shifts until he is on his back and I am lying on top of him. Neither of us has the strength to move, and so we drift off still blindfolded and bound in love and trust.
chapter Nine
Enough
Nick has been watching me like a hawk all day. We have another week here on the island, but the last two days I have been a little sluggish. I don’t want to ruin our honeymoon so I have been shrugging it off.
Nick noticed this morning that I was a little out of it, and he has been on me since. I had to practically beg him to come out to the shops today. I sort of wish I hadn’t now, but if I let him know I’m not feeling well this honeymoon will be over, and we will be back in California where the real world is waiting for us.
I don’t want to go home and burst this bubble we have been in. Despite not feeling my best this honeymoon has been the greatest time of my life. Just the simple act of lying on the beach in Nick’s arms has been like a slice of heaven.
I’m not ready
Boston T. Party, Kenneth W. Royce