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"I love you, Melody," he says softly, his eyes boring deep into mine.
"I love you, too, Mase," I choke out, leaning forward to take his lips in a soft kiss.
We don't even make it into the pool; he packs us up and then we go back to the bed that we barely leave for the rest of the trip.
Chapter twenty-eight
Honeymoons
Over the last twelve days of our honeymoon, I've more than made up for the time we'd been made to spend apart. And as I tighten a hand on her ankle where I've got her knee bent back to the mattress, I groan with pleasure at how wet she is as I swivel my hips against hers. How beautiful her pussy sounds as I'm fucking her and how delicious her skin tastes under my tongue.
I swallow, relishing the sweet taste of her still inside my mouth.
Her pussy's so good, I would have happily waited four more years for this if I'd known this was what I'd be rewarded with,Ithink.
My eyes drag across Mel's face, eating up all her beautiful expressions.
The shadows dance across our bed and the wall next to us, the only light in our suite from a lamp set on dim in the very corner of the room; its wattage is barely strong enough to reach our bed, though the soft lights from outside make up for it so we're not completely in darkness, or silence, as sensual music fills the air around us.
I worked hard to plan the perfect honeymoon, even down to the ambiance, needing to make up for the years I'd been unable to wine and dine her the way I would have done had things been different. Years that sex wouldn't have even been the goal, or even mattered, because…. I don'tjustwant to fuck her.
I want to penetrate her down to her soul.
Circling my hips nice and deep, getting her attention back on me. Her eyes flick to mine and widen, that beautiful pouty mouth of hers quivers.
A wince of pleasure shifts Mel's features.
"Ohh!"she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down on a whimper. I move against her slowly, swiveling my hips, being tender and sweet with her after our rough fuck from yesterday. Her cunt's swollen, locked around my cock in a vice grip that's tighter than usual, though she's not complaining.
I swivel an expert shift of my hips, grinding against her clit. The corner of my mouth tugs up in amusement as she traps a desperate scream in her throat, swallowing it down so hard she almost chokes on it.
I tilt my head. "You can scream, baby," I encourage her in a level voice. I drag my hard cock through her, tilting just a little more to the right, taking advantage of my curved cock and pressing against the side of her pussy for a different angle and pressure. She does scream, now.It's sexy, hoarse. "Does that feel good?" I chuckle against her neck. My hips rise and fall against hers in a steady tempo. She's locked her legs high on my back; her hands smooth down my shoulder blades, her nails slightly scratching me as she tilts her head back, whimpering. I nip the sensitive skin of her neck, making her gasp."Tell me it feels good."
"Yessss…." she trills in a hoarse voice. "Yes, Mason,yesss…"
My heart beats wildly in my chest, but not because ofmypleasure. No. Because ofhersand of her obvious enjoyment of us coming together like this.
Her enjoyment of the simple act of making love with one another.
Her head turns to the side, and her eyes shut as she huffs out a breath of air. "God, you're sobeautiful,Melody," I say, tightening my lips and fighting every instinct in me to pound into her.
I force myself to keep my thrusts short, only pulling out halfway before rocking back in her firmly. She counters every thrust with a roll of her hips, and feeling her participating despite how obviously I'm wringing every drop of pleasure from her body has me moaning my own ecstasy into the air around us.
A lock of her curls sweeps across her face as a gentle gust of wind filters through the open patio doors, fluttering the curtains next to us and cooling the sweat that's coating my skin. I groan, fisting my hands in the sheet under the pillow on either side of her head, relishing the contrast of the cool air against my wet shaft every time I pull out of her body.
Her lips tremble, and her eyes open wide, meeting mine in a helpless expression as the color goes just a bit redder in her cheeks, letting me know she's close to another orgasm. I flex my ass, grinding deeply into her, causing a shocked sound to escape her parted lips. She tightens her ankles and then bucks up into me, causing me to groan again-this timein frustration as I move my weight to my knees and reach for her legs, bending them towards her shoulders and doubling her over. Opening her up just a bit wider for me.
I shudder as her pussy clamps down somehow even tighter on me.
Bending, I take a straining nipple in my mouth, relishing the velvety texture and the little ridges of her areola against my tongue. Feeling her flinch, I roll it gently between my teeth before sucking it. The sheet falls from my hips, tangling around my calves instead.
"Oh p-please," she whispers, the desperation in her voice forces me from her breasts with a soft sucking sound. I meet her eyes, letting one of her legs go to run my knuckles down her cheek, sliding my hand to the nape of her neck and gripping softly. My fingers tangle in her sweat dampened hair that shows me she's suffering.
As am I. The restraint I'm exercising is costing me dearly, but hurting her already tender pussy would cost me even more. So I go slow, my back burning, the muscles in my arms and chest flex tightly as I worship this beautiful, sensitive wife of mine.
The bed rocks with us, her swollen tissues suck and tug on my piercings, causing tingles of pleasure to glide up my cock and draw my balls up tight. I let out a rough exhalation of breath, slowing my pace even more. Causing Mel to grab onto my forearms hard. My gaze immediately locks onto the ring finger of her left hand, the glittering princess cut diamond, my proof of ownership of this woman.
The song switches, and I adjust my knees and my pace to match the tempo of the music. Melody's visible frustration is immediate.
