“This,” she said urgently, shoving my head down.

With my teeth gripping her pants, they dragged down her smooth skin, revealing my destination. I lifted her the last few steps to the lounge chair. She fell onto it, pulling me with her. Her legs spread wide as I plunged between them, giving in to the fierce hunger I had for her body.

Damn it, she tasted good. And those noises as I slurped at her swollen clit, and pushed my tongue deep into her tight pussy. Her back arched, and she cried out, making me chuckle against her slick folds. I wasn’t ready to stop. My cock ached to be inside her, filling her up and stretching her, but I couldn’t get enough of her juices on my tongue.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” I asked, going right back in for more. “I’ll never get my fill.”

Her legs clamped around my shoulders, and I gripped the inside of her thighs, pushing them up to her chest. She writhed beneath my onslaught, begging for more even as she told me she couldn’t take it.

“You can,” I promised.

“It’s too much,” she said, screaming as I slid my tongue up her slit to press against her clit.

Her body went slack, and I could feel every tremor as I plunged my tongue deep and hard. My muscles were stiff from holding back my own need, and I kept licking her pussy until she screamed again. Reaching weakly for a cushion, she coveredher face, probably worried about neighbors wondering about the noise. I took it from her and tossed it aside.

“I like making you scream like that,” I told her.

She clamped her lips together, eyes wild as she grabbed my hair and made me look at her from between her slick thighs. “I won’t make another sound until your cock is ramming inside me,” she swore.

I wanted to dispute that claim, but her demand was too much. I was done teasing her, and torturing myself by holding back so long.

“You need me to fuck you?” I asked, shoving my sweatpants down and rubbing my cock against her opening.

My fierce bride grabbed my shoulders and wrapped her legs tight around my hips, forcing our bodies to collide. “You need to fuck me,” she said, biting her lush lower lip.

I gripped a handful of hair and brought her mouth to mine, invading it with the tongue that had just been inside her hot little cunt.

“You’re absolutely right,” I agreed, pulling back to watch her eyes as I rammed deep and hard, exactly what we both needed.

A feral sound tore from one of us, maybe both of us, as I fucked her hard and fast. So much for restraint. I had none. Not where Olivia was concerned. And she was just as unfettered, clawing at my shoulders and arms as I gave her every inch. Yep, this was a real honeymoon.

“I love—” I stopped, no amount of lust and fevered passion able to stop the unbearable vulnerability that flooded me at the idea of telling her how I felt. She had to know, anyway. “God, I love this,” I said instead, forgetting everything but theway her legs felt wrapped around me, her harsh gasps as she tore at my hair.

“Me too. So much. Oh God, Dima.” She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut and holding on tight as another orgasm built. “Deeper, more,” she moaned.

I took in every bit of her body on display as her back arched, her hot, heavy tits bounced as I pounded into her, and I was done. Finding her clit, I circled as I drove home, spilling into her as she screamed one more time.

“Amazing,” I panted, dropping my head to her shoulder as she fell backward onto the lounge chair. “Every. Single. Time.”

She nodded, her chest rising and falling under my weight. After a moment, I found the strength to roll aside, keeping her close. Nuzzling her silky neck, I finally caught my breath enough to chuckle.

Leaning back, I looked at her face. Eyes closed, kiss-swollen mouth parted, cheeks rosy from exertion. Yes, she was truly the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The only one for me.

Her eyes flew open. “What’s that noise?” Her arms tightened around me, and she frowned. “It’s your phone. Just ignore it.”

“Done,” I said, thinking about the surfing lessons they offered down on the beach. Then dinner, then maybe dancing at the resort’s club. Then more of this. A lot more of this.

But the phone buzzed again, and again. Whoever it was, it had to be important to not just leave a message and give up.

“It’s probably Ivan,” I said. “I’ll get rid of him. Just relax, or get ready for surfing. Your choice.”

I jumped up, grabbed my sweatpants, and pulled the phone out of the pocket. I managed to get the pants back on one leg at a time as I jogged into the suite to rip my brother a new one.

“What?” I asked, going into the second bedroom for privacy.

“Where are you?” he asked, sounding as annoyed as I felt. “It’s been hours, and you’re still not back. I set up a meeting with the farmer since everything’s copacetic now.”

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I was glad that Ivan was just as invested in my new resort as I was, and throwing all his energy into our new territory.