“God, Kline,” she hummed.
She was magnificent in all of her pleasure, licking lips and greedy hips moving at a constant pace. She wanted more and less, and I intended to give her everything she wanted, even if it was impossible. The sun-darkened color of her skin made her eyes stand out, and every second I spent looking at her pussy, I could feel them on me. Watching, begging—fucking forcing me to work her harder, faster, slower, softer. Everything she asked for, I felt it, and you couldn’t convince me there was any better feeling in the world than being this in tune with another person.
“Come on, baby,” I pushed while I teased her ass with my thumb and her clit with my tongue. “Get ready. Get fucking soaked.”
I pumped two fingers in and out of her and she clenched around me, but she did it silently. Lost in her euphoria, her head fell back and her mouth fell open. I hated not seeing her eyes, but the line of her throat, the spasm in her thighs, and the grip of her hand in my hair told me every goddamn thing I ever wanted or needed to know.
“Ready?” I asked, climbing to my feet and wrapping a hand around the base of my aching dick.
She demanded my arousal with her eyes and my heart with her words. “Always.”
Always.
Bora Bora, Friday, April 21st, Afternoon
I stirred from my afternoon doze on the quiet beach as strong hands kneaded into my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Kline kneeling beside my prone form, holding a bottle of sunscreen in one hand as he squirted more lotion into his open palm.
I took a minute to enjoy the view. His body gloriously bared, only a pair of swim trunks sat low on his trim waist. He was fresh off a swim, dark hair slicked back with several rogue droplets of water slipping down his chest to the muscles of his abdomen, and if his hands kept up this delicious torture, he wouldn’t be the only one wet.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, voice raspy from yet another nap under the sun.
In my defense, I was tired from last night’s exertions that included more than one round of hot honeymoon sex. Before that, we had dinner on the beach, with Kline hand-feeding me through most of it. Yeah, there was no denying my husband was one swoony bastard. He wooed me right out of my panties and onto his orgasm-inducing cock.
“Probably an hour,” he said, a smile in his voice. His hands made a slow descent down my back, rubbing soft circles into my skin. “This is becoming a habit, Benny girl. You falling asleep by noon.”
“It’s all your fault,” I muttered, turning my head to the side and resting it on my folded hands.
“My fault?” he asked while his devious fingers slid my bikini bottoms out of the way.
“Uh-huh.” I shut my eyes and swallowed a moan.
His large hands gripped my ass and pretended to apply sunscreen.
“Pretty sure I don’t need sun protection there.”
“I’m thorough, Georgie.” He was undeterred, still groping my body in the name of preventing sunburn.
“This feels less like you applying sunscreen and more like you trying to get me naked.”
He smacked my ass, and I squealed in surprise. When my eyes met his, I wasn’t surprised to find them positively glowing.
“Turn over and let me get the rest of you.”
I giggled, turning over onto my back, and my eyes squinted as the bright sun shone directly into them.
Kline kneeled between my spread legs, hands sliding up my sides until his fingers stopped to play with the edge of my bikini top. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.” He rested his elbows beside my head and placed soft, sweet kisses against my lips. “I could spend the next fifty years just staring at my gorgeous wife and never have my fill.”
“Fifty years from now, I’ll be a lot less gorgeous and a lot more wrinkled and gray,” I said against his persistent mouth.
He leaned back just enough to meet my gaze. “In my eyes, you’ll always be the most stunning, tiny, perfect being.”
“Even when I’m old?”
“Especially when you’re old.” He placed a wet, deep kiss against my lips.
See what I mean? Swoony fucking bastard.
His lips rested against mine as he spoke again. “My standards will have lessened, and I’m pretty sure you’ll age well.”
Hmm…Okay, so maybe he’s just a bastard.
Chuckles bounced off my skin as he lost himself in his humor.
“Relax, baby. I’m kidding.”
“You better be kidding,” I mumbled, huffing and puffing on my chair as I pushed him away.
He resumed his sunscreen application, squirting more into his palm and kneading those strong fingers into my belly. “What do you want to do today?”
Hells bells, his hands were an aphrodisiac.
I thought it over, but I didn’t have to think hard. “Stay here and let my husband give me the five-star treatment.”
He chuckled, waggling his brows. “All of my massages end with happy endings.”