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He leads me to a small bungalow built over the water. It’s one of several just like it. I’ve seen similar structures in commercials for tropical destinations. Once we arrive, he pulls me in, hungrily kissing the skin behind my ear. Our bags are placed neatly on luggage stands by the closet. There are beautiful flowers on the dining table, a tray of fresh fruit, and champagne in a bucket of ice.
“May I take off your dress, Mrs. Weston?”
Holy crap. That’s me. I’m Mrs. Weston.
“What’s the matter?”
“For a minute there, I wasn’t sure who you were talking to. The day has been… well, a lot.” Reflecting on the last twelve hours has my head spinning. I’d be completely exhausted if being in this magical place with my new husband wasn’t keeping my adrenalin going.
“Are you disappointed we didn’t get married the typical way?”
“No. This was perfect. Everything is perfect.”
As my strapless white sundress falls to the floor, I watch as my new husband takes in my body. I’m wearing tiny nude-colored panties and no bra, as the dress came with one sewn in.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” He drags his tongue over his lower lip, and I can feel it in my belly. The air crackles between us as he reaches down to rub his hardening dick through his pants.
“Can I help you with that, Dr. Weston?” I tease, reaching out to lower his zipper.
“Ah. Such a good little wife. What do you plan to do to help?”
Dropping to my knees, I slowly tug his pants down his legs. His engorged cock bounces out and hangs heavy between us. My mouth waters. I’m tempted to grab him and start sucking him off, but reflexively, drop my fingertips to the swollen, throbbing flesh beneath my panties and attempt to rub the ache away.
“Oh, no no. No one is making that needy pussy feel good but your husband,” he barks.
He gives his thick shaft a stroke.
“But you can dothat?” I sneer playfully.
“I’m just getting it ready for you, my dear.”
I inch forward, opening my mouth in anticipation.
He coats my lips with precum before pushing inside. His thrusts start slow but become more possessive. The familiar dominance emerges, as his thick cock hits the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes.
“That’s enough.” He withdraws, bending to lift me up by my arms. “On the bed, Pop. Let me see that sexy little ass.” I shimmy out of my panties and climb on the edge of the mattress, digging my fingertips into the covers. I never know what I’m in for when he’s behind me.
“Oh,” I squeal as he repeatedly flicks his tongue over my warm, wet center.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
He continues to devour me, reaching around my body to flick my clit with the pads of his fingers.
“Broadie, I need you,” I shout.
I feel him back away momentarily. That’s odd, he normally only does this if he’s reaching for a condom. But we haven’t used those since we moved in together. He returns, this time spreading my ass cheeks wide, licking me vigorously from my clit to my ass just before pushing the tip of his finger into my backside.
I let out a moan. He’s never taken me here. His size is terribly intimidating. And while we don’t often play there, when we do, I admit it only magnifies everything I’m feeling.
“Shhh. It’s okay.” His finger pushes a little deeper, before withdrawing. Suddenly the familiar sensation of lubrication drips down the crack of my ass just before his finger returns. In and out, in and out. Honeymoon or not, I’m not ready for that.
“Broadie, I’m not—”
“No, baby. Nothing like that. I’m not going to hurt you.” A buzzing sensation grazes along my core before settling over my clit.
“Oh god. Broadie,” I groan.
“Just give it a minute. I only want to make you feel good, Pop.” I’ve never been one who dabbles with toys. Especially not when the person I’m with is so naturally talented. When someone like this knows how to make your body come alive, why would you need help?
