Page 24 of Maldives & Mistletoe

Not wanting to waste one more minute, Damian grabbed tight to Lily’s hand, and headed for the door without as much as a goodbye or even another thank you tossed over his shoulder. Lily’s light laughter followed him out of the hut, and into the night air. They hadn’t really gotten a single moment alone since coming on this vacation—he was not waiting one more second for five minutes with his wife.

“A little impatient, aren’t you?” she asked.

Damian smirked. “You have no idea.”

• • •

“Mmm, fuck.”

Lily’s high, breathless laughter colored up the boat. “I told you, didn’t I?”

It was a hell of a lot harder for him to talk when his wife was seated on his dick, and the boat they were in was rocking like crazy from their frenzied fucking. Not that Damian was complaining because he sure as hell was not.

“You did. You told me.”

Lily’s sexy little smile colored up his vision. Well, her, and the black, inky skies with the stars in plain view splattered across the dark backdrop. Large on the horizon was a white moon that Damian thought, had never looked clearer or nicer.

“I was right, then?”

Damian grabbed tight to his wife’s hips, and flexed his hips upward hard. He wanted to hear her sweet little gasps again when he filled her as full as he could get her. He loved the feeling of stretching her out with his cock. There was nothing quite like sex with his wife, really. Nothing compared.

This was heaven.

“You were right,” he murmured, reveling in the way her pussy clenched around him as her mouth grazed over his jaw. “Sex definitely helped to take my mind off the water.”

Or, he was going to let her believe that, anyway. He didn’t really have a reason to worry about the water tonight, but when she climbed into his lap with a promise of fun and sin, he was not going to turn her away. Not when she was going to ride him until he couldn’t fucking see straight or breathe right.

That was too good to pass up.

No man in his right mind would refuse.

Simple as that.

The tremors from Lily’s last orgasm finally started to subside when her hips began to move again. Unlike last time, she didn’t ride him hard and fast, though. No, she sat down on him until he was deep inside her, and then circled her hips into his lap just slow enough to drive him crazy. Her hands came up to cup his jaw, and then she was kissing him again. There was no mercy in her kiss—nothing easy or sweet about the way her tongue lashed inside his mouth to find his.

The kiss felt like war, really.

Never once did the movement of her hips slow. Even as her kiss burned him hotter, and he couldn’t fucking hold onto her tight enough. Oh, he was going to come like this, and it was going to be insane.

God, he loved his wife.

• • •

“Okay, this better be good,” Lily said. “When you said you had a surprise tonight, I didn’t think you meant this.”

Her voice was faint which told Damian she wasn’t very happy at the moment. Or maybe it was just because he had put her on a boat, and blindfolded her.

“You don’t even like the water, Damian.”

He didn’t.

At all.

But he did know how to steer a boat with a small engine, and he could fucking swim now. So could Lily. That took away a lot of the worry he had been feeling. Also, his kids weren’t on the boat so that meant there were two other little people he didn’t have to concern himself over at the moment. That all helped.

He chuckled. “I know, but this will be worth it, Lily.”

“Can I take off the—”