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With a happy sigh, I leaned over the balcony and sipped the mimosa I’d grabbed off the breakfast table.
He was on the phone with someone, and his expression grew dark. He said something in a hushed angry tone and I furrowed my brow, trying to listen to what he was saying. The sea breeze was strong today though and his words were carried away on the wind. He ran his fingers through the expanse of his dark hair and glanced up in my direction, seemingly seeing me for the first time. He smiled and hung up the phone, pushing it into his pocket before he climbed the stairs to come to me.
“Did you sleep well, my pretty wife?” he asked, and I couldn’t help but beam back at him.
“Yes,” I answered, taking another sip of my mimosa. “You?”
“I did. It’s a pity you’re dressed though. I much prefer you naked,” he teased, and I blushed heavily.
“I can’t always be naked,” I whined, and he smirked before I backpedaled, suddenly nervous he’d think that was some sort of dare. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t always be naked.”
His arm wound around me, and he grasped my ass firmly in both hands, lifting me and capturing my lips in a soft kiss. I was wearing a flowy sundress and he had refused to allow me panties of any kind on the trip so far, so I was bare underneath, which only added to my excitement.
“On the last day of our honeymoon, you’re not going to be allowed to wear anything but the marks of my belt on that pretty backside of yours,” he whispered, and I shuddered hard. “That and my seed on those gorgeous thighs.”
“Grayson!” I blurted out.
He slid his fingers in between my thighs, gathering my wetness before he moved them backward and settled a single thick digit on my bottom hole. I stiffened. He didn’t wait. Firmly, he forced his finger inside my ass, and I keened as the sudden stretching pain took me by surprise.
“That same day, I’m going to claim this last virgin hole as mine. I want you thinking about the fact that your first bottom fucking is only two days away,” he threatened. He thrust that punishing finger in and out of me, mimicking what it would feel like before the act itself. I groaned, and then his other hand captured my clit.
“I can feel that tight little hole clenching around my finger, naughty girl,” he observed, and I moaned as my clit throbbed hotly under his touch. He teased me with his fingers, driving me crazy with the different sensations of one firmly on my clit and another one fucking my bottom.
I couldn’t keep quiet. In fact, I was having a more difficult time than usual. This was filthy and taboo, but I couldn’t get enough of it. Soon enough, I was riding his fingers, unable to keep still no matter what I did.
“Do you want to come with my finger in your little bottom?” he mused, and I whined softly.
“Yes, please. Yes, sir,” I begged, and he didn’t make me wait long.
“As you orgasm, you will imagine my cock sliding in and out of this tight little hole. Now come hard for me, my bride. Scream for me,” he demanded.
My body shook hard, and I lost control as he forced a second finger inside my ass. The pain of his forceful entry rose along with the ecstasy of orgasm, twisting and turning together to become one intoxicatingly addictive beautiful sensation. I cried out, my voice carrying on the wind and his praise surrounded me and made my release that much sweeter.
“That’s it. Come for me. Good girl,” he encouraged, and I leaned into him, using his firm body as support as I lost control with him once more. My hands gripped at his shoulders and as my pleasure eventually began to fade, I laid my forehead against his chest. He slowly circled my clit, dragging out the last semblances of my orgasm. He pushed both fingers in and out of my sore bottom, making me whimper and moan as I teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure.
I could feel the hardness of his cock against my hip. It felt like an iron spike and I chewed my lip. He was so much bigger and thicker than his fingers. There was no way that it wouldn’t hurt when he took me there.
“Shhh. When I take that pretty bottom, you’re going to enjoy it, kitten. In fact, I’m going to make you beg me for it,” he whispered, and I shivered hard, feeling myself clench around his fingers. He chuckled knowingly and I hid my face in his chest, knowing he could feel every single one of my body’s reactions when he had me like this.
“Promise?” I asked anxiously.
“I promise. I even have a few surprises for you that day to help get you ready,” he assured me.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out then, my curious little kitten,” he said lightly and finally pulled his fingers from me. I was left feeling oddly empty. There was a tiny part of me that wanted him to bend me over and fuck me that way right now, but I pushed it aside as soon as it surfaced.
“Yes, sir,” I answered shakily, and he chuckled. I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked out, only now noticing that we were pulling into a luxurious port. On the right side was a white sandy beach. Turquoise water lapped at the edges, beautiful and perfect and surprisingly calm. On the left was a small sleepy-looking town with seaside shops and several cute-looking restaurants.
“Where are we?”
“We’re spending the day at a private port south of Puerto Vallarta. We can shop, eat, or spend the day at the beach. The day is ours,” he answered, and I grinned.
“I didn’t realize we’d made it that far south,” I said excitedly. “I’ve never been anywhere like this.”
I looked longingly at the beach, and he noticed.
“Why don’t we finish our breakfast and spend our afternoon at the beach. I’ll have fresh fish tacos delivered to our cabana, as well as some margaritas or whatever else you want to drink. How does that sound?” he offered, and I grinned widely.
