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She pulled back, pushing me off her gently and raising a brow. “Kline—”
“I know, I know. You’re happy where you are. I get it,” I surrendered, pulling her immediately back into my arms.
“Kline, we should talk about this. It’s obviously bothering you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I told her honestly. “I want to ignore it and everything else but you and us and our honeymoon.”
She put a hand to my jaw and looked into my eyes.
“Does it bother me?” I went on. “Yeah. Obviously, it does. But not like you’re thinking, and not to the point that I can’t put on my fucking big-boy pants and get over it. When our honeymoon is over, we’ll talk about it more. Make the compromises we need to. But for now, the only aggression I want between the two of us is between the sheets, on the deck, in the pool, in the shower—any-goddamn-where as long as our clothes are off and our bodies are as close as we can get them.”
“Baby,” she whispered, wrapping her tan, bare legs around my waist and squeezing tight.
“Let’s start now, Benny. Argue with me the only way I like it.”
“Why are you so good with words?” she replied softly as she pulled her body closer into mine.
“Business,” I told her with a wink. She laughed. “And to use as a tool to woo you.”
“I’m wooed,” she responded with a smirk. “Whatever will you use your mouth for now?”
Reaching around and under her ass, I sank the tips of my fingers right in between her legs and nibbled at her shoulder. “I was going to use it to get your pussy ready for me, but she’s already all set.”
“Um,” she mumbled through a moan. “What is ready? I mean, can you ever really be ready?”
“You’re right,” I agreed as I laid her gently on the bed and shoved my boxer briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. I stroked my cock from root to tip and back again before running the fingers of my other hand straight up the middle of her wet pussy. “There’s no way she’s ready for this,” I taunted. “My tongue is gonna tease you until you think you’re prepared. That sound good, Rose?”
She always blushed when I called her that, and when she was completely bare, the color didn’t stop at her cheeks.
Down to my knees, I scooped her legs up and over my shoulders and buried my face right in the middle. Her hips chased my tongue, and I pushed forward to make sure they didn’t have to go far.
“Mmm,” I moaned, deeply sucking in all of her sweetness. “My little flower tastes good.”
“God, Kline,” she hummed.
She was magnificent in all of her pleasure, licking lips and greedy hips moving at a constant pace. She wanted more and less, and I intended to give her everything she wanted, even if it was impossible. The sun-darkened color of her skin made her eyes stand out, and every second I spent looking at her pussy, I could feel them on me. Watching, begging—fucking forcing me to work her harder, faster, slower, softer. Everything she asked for, I felt it, and you couldn’t convince me there was any better feeling in the world than being this in tune with another person.
“Come on, baby,” I pushed while I teased her ass with my thumb and her clit with my tongue. “Get ready. Get fucking soaked.”
I pumped two fingers in and out of her and she clenched around me, but she did it silently. Lost in her euphoria, her head fell back and her mouth fell open. I hated not seeing her eyes, but the line of her throat, the spasm in her thighs, and the grip of her hand in my hair told me every goddamn thing I ever wanted or needed to know.
“Ready?” I asked, climbing to my feet and wrapping a hand around the base of my aching dick.
She demanded my arousal with her eyes and my heart with her words. “Always.”
Always.
Bora Bora, Friday, April 21st, Afternoon
I stirred from my afternoon doze on the quiet beach as strong hands kneaded into my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Kline kneeling beside my prone form, holding a bottle of sunscreen in one hand as he squirted more lotion into his open palm.
I took a minute to enjoy the view. His body gloriously bared, only a pair of swim trunks sat low on his trim waist. He was fresh off a swim, dark hair slicked back with several rogue droplets of water slipping down his chest to the muscles of his abdomen, and if his hands kept up this delicious torture, he wouldn’t be the only one wet.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, voice raspy from yet another nap under the sun.
In my defense, I was tired from last night’s exertions that included more than one round of hot honeymoon sex. Before that, we had dinner on the beach, with Kline hand-feeding me through most of it. Yeah, there was no denying my husband was one swoony bastard. He wooed me right out of my panties and onto his orgasm-inducing cock.
