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Mick had awakened this morning rough and ready. Commanding me onto all fours. Now, he stands at the side of the bed, lunging again and again, pounding hard and deep.
“You’re so tight and creamy.” His fingers dig forcefully into my hips, his thrusts beating a ravenous tempo.
I squeeze my eyes shut, seeing stars. It’s simultaneously all too much and not enough. This raunchier side of Mick never fails to unleash my sexy beast.
“More,” I beg, and he gives it to me.
The not-so-gentle push of his wet thumb into my puckered rear is a dark and erotic pleasure. Consumed by a barrage of sensation, my nails claw at the sheets, my body writhing like a woman possessed. On occasion, we’ve experimented with sex toys but there’s nothing as good as feeling Mick’s touch all over and inside me.
“That’s it, baby,” he urges. “Go wild for it. You feel so fucking good.”
His words and voice hasten my need to climax. I shove one hand between my legs and circle the nub of flesh with my fingertips. The pounding from behind rakes my breasts over the sheets, abrading my nipples. I silently scream into the pillow when the first hard tremor hits like a freight train. Its roaring power smashes through me. I can hardly breathe. My core and ass tighten, clenching down on his cock and thumb.
When I’ve ridden out one of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had, Mick flips me onto my back and pulls my legs forward to finish himself off. “Christ, you’re sexy.”
I imagine what he must see, a flushed and well-fucked woman. I’ve thought about what we might look like together. Mick is a visual man. He rarely closes his eyes during sex. And anything that gives him pleasure is a turn on for me. Eying his cock all hard and glistening—the roped veins pulsing, pleading for release…
I scramble onto all fours, this time facing him. My breasts bob as I crawl forward and wrap my mouth around his raging hard-on.
“Jesus, Dee,” he hisses and works to regain his footing.
I suck avidly on the head and fist one hand around the base, pumping with a tight, fast friction. His hips work without volition. The urge to come driving him. I give Mick a good view of my breasts bouncing and he holds back my hair to watch my mouth working his shaft. The pictureI have of me on my knees, greedy for his climax, makes me hotter.
I pick up the combined juices from my orgasm and his pre-cum to lube my finger. Then mimicking what he’d done to me, I clutch his thigh with one hand, and with the other, reach beneath him and rub against the entrance of his rear.
“Dee.” His girth expands in my mouth.
I slide my finger deeper, massaging that tender spot, while sucking him off. He curses and pulls at my hair. I have never done this, but watching Mick in the throes of breaking apart—being the source of that pleasure, sharing it with him—is an erotic trip.
I thrust and suck harder. Mick lets loose, powering into my mouth. “Oh fuck.” He holds my head, his hips pumping. “Christ…ah, Dee…”
He comes in a copious rush. I can feel the flexing spasms against my finger, the wrenching contractions at the back of my throat that drain him empty. I don’t stop until he does.
Clinging, gasping, we fall onto the bed in a shaky, sweaty heap. I love that we can be this way together—free and without inhibition.
Brunch is set up undera large tent on the beach. After we’re showered and dressed, we join our wedding guests. Mick makes a heartfelt toast. The kids play in the sand and get in a last swim before their flights. I give Lexie and Jordyn each an Infinity bracelet. I cherish these two women. They welcomed me into their close-knit relationship when I was so alone, and now I get to include them in the family I’ve always wanted.
When Mick and I have the resort to ourselves for a mini honeymoon, we decide to explore the island by boat. Mick is adept at navigating the catamaran and looks like a sun god, shirtless and in nautical blue boardshorts.
The turquoise ocean is tranquil and so clear it’s transparent. We dock at a waterfall, sheltered within a tropical forest. I slide off my sunglasses. A niggling of self-consciousness runs through me as I reach for the short hem of my cover-up. Mick has seen me naked, in the dark, in the light, he’s seen me in bra and panties, but he’s never seen me in a swimsuit. I haven’t worn one since I was a kid. Though my nerves seem silly, I recognize they are part of my journey. I push past the lingeringinsecurities to lift the dress up and over my head.
“Damn!” Mick’s gaze sweeps over me in the cherry red one-piece suit with a plunging neckline.
“You like?”
“You look good enough to eat.”
“Help yourself.”
He growls into my neck and devours me under the springs. The perks of having a slice of paradise all to ourselves.
That night we dine onbuttery lobster, take a walk along the beach, and soak in the hot tub. I don’t want the time to end. But early Monday morning, our bags are packed and in the limo.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay,” the resort manager says in a creole-influenced accent. “It was a privilege to have you, Mr. and Mrs. Peters.”
“Everything was superb, thank you.” I slide across the backseat.
Mick joins me and takes my hand, lifting it to his mouth for a kiss. “Mrs. Peters has a very nice ring.”
