“You’re such a guy.”
“Ha, like you don’t want it as bad as I do.”
Her quiet laughter tickles my nipple. “True.”
And even though we’re both exhausted and mentally drained from today’s ordeal, that’s no excuse for wasting this opportunity. So I tilt her chin up to kiss me, combing my hand through her hair.
It really is the little things I miss about her. The way her hair smells. How soft her skin is at the nape of her neck. I hike her leg up over my hip as I turn on my side. It’s almost like I haven’t touched her at all in months. The curves of her body so familiar and yet I’ve missed her. She reaches between us and strokes my erection while I pay special attention to her breasts, sucking on the beaded tips until she’s moaning uncontrollably, her fist tight around the aching length of me.
“Get up here and ride my dick,” I say hoarsely, pulling her to straddle me.
I grip her hips as she settles on top of me and slowly sinks down. Fuck, I love watching her bounce on my cock. This incredible woman. My wife. I palm her tits as she rocks back and forth, using me to hit the spot that makes her legs shake and her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Her long, dark hair falls around her face while she breathes heavy and determined.
“Get yourself close, baby,” I whisper. “Let me see you come.”
The dirty request causes her nails to dig into my skin where her palms are planted on my chest. The sting sends a bolt of heat to my balls, which draw up tight to my body. Damn, I’m getting close myself. Too close.
I clench my ass cheeks and bite my lip to ward off the climax. Not yet. Not until Sabrina loses control first.
When her pace slows, I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over to bury myself deeper inside her. I push her knee up to open her wider as I thrust, leaning in to taste the bead of sweat collecting across her collarbone. Dragging my tongue down her chest to suck on one hard nipple while Sabrina claws at my back.
“Harder,” she begs. “Harder.”
I lever myself over her body, groaning when I feel her squeezing me and hear her sweet moans of her orgasm. Grasping at fistfuls of the pillow, she writhes beneath me, drawing every ounce of pleasure she can wring out. I rise on my knees, angle her hips up, and watch her pussy slide back and forth on my shaft until my muscles clench and I come inside her, panting.
“You’re good to go again, right?” Sabrina teases as I collapse on top of her.
“Darlin’, I can do this all night.”
“Holding you to that.” She pulls me down to kiss me. Pushes my sweaty hair off my forehead. “We might need another shower,” she says ruefully.
Yeah, we’re both pretty sweaty again. Probably from the humidity rolling in from the open bathroom door that leads to the outside shower. Or maybe it was the hot, primal sex.
“C’mon, let’s take another shower under the stars,” I say, tugging her out of bed.
Much, much later, when we’re back in bed and falling asleep, Sabrina murmurs, “Hell of a honeymoon story to tell, huh?”
“Nah,” I answer in a sleepy voice. “I don’t think we should tell people about me eating you out in Dean’s shower.”
She lightly smacks my stomach.
No, I know what she means. “Tomorrow will be better,” I promise her. “Couldn’t get much worse, right?”
25
Sabrina
Day 2
I wake up with every intention to enjoy this honeymoon. While I think mortal terror is a totally reasonable reaction to nearly becoming the lead story on the evening news, part of me feels bad that Tucker put so much effort into planning this trip, only to have it all practically blow up in his face. Now it’s time to put our near-death experience out of my mind and take advantage of our time away. The house is gorgeous, the weather is perfect, and we don’t have a single responsibility but to get a good tan.
So when Tucker first stirs, stretching through the morning grogginess, I make a peace offering. He moans when I slip my hand under the sheets to cup his balls and stroke his growing erection.
“G’morning, darlin.’”
“Morning,” I answer sweetly.
Then I slide down to wrap my lips around the head of his cock, licking the tip.
“Ah, I love your mouth,” he says, tangling his fingers in my hair.
I suck him deep, stroking and licking and squeezing until he’s thrusting his hips and fisting my hair. It doesn’t take long to get him there, and once he recovers, he returns the favor, which leads to skinny-dipping in the suite’s private plunge pool, shrouded within the lush vegetation that surrounds the house and affords us complete privacy. There’s an actual coconut grove separating us from the nearest neighbors, who are not even close to within earshot of the massive estate.