Nicole was hot and sweaty from a day of celebration, and she’d changed from her beautiful wedding dress into tiny shorts and a bikini top. Red was also in shorts, and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame.
The little bungalow was dark and muggy, and Nicole was certain that their skin would be sticky and hot and slippery when they finally lay close together in bed.
“You made this day perfect for me,” she whispered, lying across the satin sheets as he took off his sandals and came towards her, climbing onto the bed and pulling her to him, greedy for her as always.
“I had to wait all day and night to get you back here,” he growled. His hands slid up her bare legs and she shrieked with delight and anticipation.
Red began to kiss her feet, slowly, gently, savoring her skin against his lips. “You taste amazing and I want to learn every bit of you with my mouth. I want to feel every curve, every pore of you. I’m going to study you the way Da Vinci studied the Mona Lisa before he painted her.”
His lips singed her bare skin and she moaned as he touched her again and again and again.
She was so wet. She was so loved. Her body was open to him to do with as he pleased. She trusted him completely and utterly, and she was totally unselfconscious in his presence.
Red took his time with her. He’d always taken his time in bed, but now more than ever he seemed to be taking pleasure in the waiting, the savoring.
It made Nicole so hot for him. She wanted him now, and she wanted to feel him inside of her, filling her completely, pressing down on her and letting her know that he was never going to leave her.
But she knew that this exquisite torture of waiting was part of Red’s love for her. He touched and kissed her instep, her ankles, her shins and thighs. He spent a great deal of time licking and tasting her thighs, and sometimes it tickled and she squealed.
Yes, it tickled, but also it got her that much more wet because now he was so close to opening her fully and completely.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wanting, Red slowly took down her shorts, beneath which Nicole was completely bare and slick. Her mound was swollen with desire.
“God, you’re sexy,” he whispered, as if in disbelief.
A man who’d been with some of the most beautiful women on the planet was looking at her body and counting himself lucky. Nicole didn’t quite know how that was possible, but she knew it was real.
She wanted him to kiss her down there, but first he kissed everywhere else. His lips touched her hips, and her belly and then her breasts. He sucked each nipple, insistently, as they stiffened and she cried out, her hips arching against him.
Finally, he kissed up her neck and then his mouth was on hers, tasting her tongue, his lips brushing hers as he found her again and again.
Red looked into her eyes as their tongues and lips connected with passion. She loved the way he tasted—minty, but also salty from kissing her skin.
His body was on hers now and she loved how his weight pressed against her, the way his muscular arms encircled her, a circle of protection from the rest of the world.
Nicole reached up and ran her fingers through his curly dark hair and smiled.
Red gazed lovingly into her eyes and she into his.
“Do you know that I’m the luckiest man alive? I’m even the luckiest man who ever lived. Even if I die tomorrow, I’ll have lived a full life because I met you—the woman of my dreams, my soul mate.”
“I feel the same way,” Nicole said. Her heart was pounding.
“I want to be inside of you all night,” he said, his eyes searching hers, as if he wanted to possess her, to get even closer than humanly possible.
“That would be amazing. I’m so ready for you, Red.”
“I want to feel how ready you are,” he rasped. And then his hand was working her entrance, opening her, his fingers sliding in.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, because she was already about to come.
“Nicole, I want you to be mine and now you are mine. We said our vows and now we’re going to be together always.”
“Always, you promise?” she said.
“Yes.” He slid himself into her, the hardness and fullness of him surprising her all over again—as if for the first time.
“Yes,” she said to him.
His breathing came in short gasps as he found the rhythm of her body, the movement her hips wanted to make against him. They began working against each other’s bodies in the darkness of the bungalow, in the heat of that tropical night.
Their bodies wrapped around one another, so close that nothing could come between them, their skin sticky and tacky with sweat and lust and their mouths joined by kisses.
That night, Red went deeper than she ever imagined possible.
And he went for a long time inside her, seeming to bask in the glory of possessing her body and her openness to him.
She came again and again, and eventually she lost track of how many climaxes, how many minutes they spent together.