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Belle

“I’ve never been so happy, content, satisfied, and spent in my life.” He was lying next to me, out of breath and neither one of us could move.

“Yeah, that.” I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy. Every muscle in my body felt heavy and relaxed. Sex was way better than my wildest dreams could have taken me.

“I want you back in my arms, but I can’t move.” He tried to catch his breath. “Mind blown. Pew!” He made an explosion noise. “Are you still okay?” He asked.

“I just learned there’s such a thing as good pain.” I was breathing too heavy to say too much at once. “It hurts so bad, but I love how it's because of what we just did. I can…still feel you.”

“I’m sorry, but you might be sore.” His breathing was starting to calm down, but probably because he was in perfect physical shape. “You’re so damn tiny down there, holy shit you’re every man’s dream. So damn tight, and wet, and it was like you were sucking me back inside you. I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Can we do that every single day, like more than once a day?” I asked as my heart was still beating against my chest.

“Holy shit, Belle, you have no idea how many times a day I want to do that to you. I’ll start the water.” He began climbing out of bed.

“What water?”

“To get you cleaned up.” He walked into the bathroom naked, and he had the best butt ever created, not that I ever saw other men’s bare butts.

I could hear the water running and looked up at the ceiling before shutting my eyes. The pain felt was a testament to the love we just made. Even my fingertips felt heavy, and I wasn’t even the one that did all the work. My breathing began to calmbut I watched Michael walk to the other room and come back with champagne, two champagne flutes, some flowers, and some fruit, then disappear again into the bathroom. How he could even walk was a shock to me. When he came back, I squealed when he picked me up and carried me bridal style into the bathroom, then slowly lowered me into the tub of bubbles. It felt amazing to my sore muscles. He handed me two glasses of champagne before he told me to make room and sat in the tub behind me. I laid back against his chest and let out a laugh when I felt him start braiding my hair, then used a hair band to secure it before placing it over my shoulder. “This is how wives get spoiled.” I handed him his glass of champagne.

“I take care of who’s most important to me, Mrs. Axton.”

I smiled. “I plan to do the same.” I took a sip of champagne.

He made me lay my head back as he placed a strawberry between my lips, and I took a bite. “Now take a sip of your champagne.”

I did and loved the mixture of the two. We laid like that together until our champagne was gone and we had to warm the water. He had a soapy wash cloth he ran over my shoulders, then my back and had me lay back as he ran it down my chest then over my breasts. His thumb grazed over my hard nipple a few times, then he kissed my neck. The washcloth made its way to the apex of my thighs. “Are you too sore for me to wash you?”

“No.” I whispered out.

The washcloth and warm water was soothing, but then I felt him hard behind me and I couldn’t have cared less how sore I was. I grabbed the wash cloth and set it aside before I grabbed his hand and moved it between my legs.

“Belle, maybe we should give you a rest.” He kissed the back of my neck then under my ear. He took a sharp breath when I guided his finger inside me with mine.

“You want to touch yourself with me, don’t you?” His lips trailed across the back of my neck, and I shivered.

“Yes.”

I surprised him by lifting myself, grabbing his hardness and lining him up. Slowly, I lowered as he sank inside me. “Holy shit, Belle.”

I laid back against his chest and slowly thrust my hips. He wasn’t deep inside me at that angle, but it still felt amazing. Every swirl and thrust of my hips teased something inside me and it felt so good that I shut my eyes and bit my lip. He was kissing my neck, biting my earlobe, and whispering my name.

“I love you so damn much.” He whispered. His fingers began rubbing against my nub and I could feel it building. “You’re going to come.” He warned me. I sat up just a little and cupped his balls in one hand then massaged the remaining exposed shaft with the other as I whimpered and moaned through my orgasm. “Holy shit, I’m going to come.” A deep vibrating grunt came from his throat and that just added to the pleasure I was feeling.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Axton

She walked toward me from the bar with two drinks with umbrellas in her hand, wearing the tiniest little blue bikini. I was shocked to see her in it before we left our room.

I never saw a person grow into themselves as quickly as my wife. She went from being a terrified young lady who was held captive from the world her entire life, to a woman who was confident, eager to achieve her goals, and the most loving and loyal human on the planet. I was so damn proud of her.

We were in Ibiza, Spain to celebrate our marriage. It was the perfect choice for a honeymoon. The views were gorgeous, the food was amazing, and the nightlife was perfect. We were at the inside pool, it was a bit too chilly outside yet, but we didn’t mind. Belle wanted to swim, which she had no clue how, but I gave her a few lessons.

She sat on the sun chair, between my legs and turned her head to look up at me. “Please?”

I groaned. “Belle, I don’t think you would last five minutes. It’s not something I desire anymore, and I don’t think you’ll like it.”

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