“I’m not going to get it perfect every time,” I admit. “But I’m never going to lose sight of you again.”
Her smile is watery as she gets on her toes to kiss me softly first, then more.
“You'd better lock the door so we can get our honeymoon started,” she purrs at me.
I reach behind me, and the second it clicks–
She’s on me. Hands in my shirt, mouth on mine, no hesitation or restraint.
I lift her without thinking, her legs wrapping around my waist like they’ve done a hundred times before. I push her back against the expansive window, kissing down her neck as she frantically grabs my shirt to pull it over my head.
I ground my hips into her as we both moan. I sweep my fingertips around her waist, sliding up her dress, feeling how wet she is.
“Damn baby, is this all for me?” I start teasing her folds.
“No.” She breathes, angling her pussy closer to my hips. “It’s for the view.”
I bark out a laugh. “Well, if that’s the case, it would be a shame for you not to see it.”
I set her down and spin her so she is facing the sea. I get on my knees, pulling her panties down with me.
“So damn beautiful.” I peel up her dress. “Bend over, hands on the windows.”
She does as she’s told. “Good girl.” I flip up her dress, spreading her legs wider. Drawing my tongue across her clit.
“You like that?” I ask as I drag my tongue across her again. She moans something incoherent, and I take that as a yes. In no time at all, her body is shaking, so close, and I pull away.
“What …” she gets out, looking behind her. Before she can form a coherent sentence, I push down my shorts, pinning her against the wall with my hips.
With one thrust, I drive into her. She gasps, and her pussy constricts around my cock. She’s shaking now, needing the release, but I know she needs more.
“Pull down that dress, baby, play with those pretty nipples.” She does as I say without hesitation.
“That’s it, soak my cock, let the whole damn beach hear you.” They can’t. These walls are clearly soundproof, and the windows are tinted, but the excitement of being heard has her body reacting more.
I reach around and give her the final bit she needs to fall over the edge. Pinching her clit while driving my hips and getting exactly what she needs. Becca cries out as I feel her constrict around me. It’s all I need as I release inside her.
As we both lean against the window, catching our breath, Becca turns her head to look at me.
“Best vacation ever,” she says with a satisfied smile.
I kiss her gently, wanting to savor this feeling. “We are just getting started, baby. We have two full weeks of this.”
With that, she smiles and looks at me sheepishly. “Show me the bedroom?”
Later,she’s stretched out beside me, sheets twisted around her legs, hair a mess across the pillow. The sun has shifted lower outside, throwing long gold light across the bed.I’m on my side, watching her.
“I should’ve done this sooner,” I say.
She tilts her head. “Taken me to Hawaii?”
“No. I mean, yes, but given you the honeymoon youdeserved. Chosen the way you deserved. I should have never made you feel like you came second to anything.”
She doesn’t answer right away. Doesn’t rush to fix it or soften it. “You’re doing it now,” she says.
“I am.” I let that be good enough, because it’s all I can do. I can’t change my mistakes, but I can make damn sure I don’t do it again.
She studies me for a second longer, then leans in, pressing a slow kiss to my mouth. I pull her closer, her back fitting against me like it was always meant to.
