But I am definitely not tired of her. And I'm pretty sure she's not tired of me either.
"Would you like me to come over there and join you?" she asks as she stands, tossing her sunglasses on the chair before she takes the few steps and stops at the edge of my lounger. "You're looking lonely."
"I am lonely." I grunt in surprise when she settles right on top of me, warm and soft as she straddles my hips, her bent knees on either side. "I'm not so lonely anymore though," I murmur.
She rests her hands on the top of the lounge chair, her br**sts right in my face. Tilting my head up, I capture one nipple with my lips and suck, earning a gasp for my efforts.
A warm breeze washes over us, doing nothing to cool the incessant sexual fever raging within me as I place my hand on the center of her back and bring her chest closer to my lips.
This is our last day. I need to make the most of this experience. Getting naked outside, the ocean waves crashing in the distance, I need to revel in this.
And so does Marina.
Marina
MY HUSBAND HAS the best mouth ever. A talented mouth too, which he's currently using on me quite perfectly. I'm grinding against his hard c**k as those talented lips suck and lick my ni**les. If he keeps this up I'll be coming in seconds, no joke.
Our Caribbean honeymoon has far exceeded my expectations. I'd been secretly afraid of arriving an exhausted mess, wanting only to sleep the days away while Gage's typical workaholism kicked in.
But no. We've excessively indulged in each other sexually, we've relaxed, we've hung out at the pool and the beach, and we've eaten fine cuisine on a nightly basis.
The sex, though . . . has been amazing. I feel more connected to this man than ever before. That Gage is my husband, the constant in my life, is both overwhelming and exhilarating.
"Mmm, you taste good," he murmurs against my skin, his lips moving over the tops of my br**sts, licking and kissing my skin.
I shiver when his fingers skim down my back so that his hand settles at the waistband of my bikini bottoms. "You feel good," I whisper, a little sigh escaping me when he slips first one hand then the other beneath my bottoms and touches my naked flesh. He squeezes my backside and tugs me against him, his erection rubbing between my legs, driving me crazy. Unable to control myself, I lean forward, crashing my mouth on top of his.
Our kiss is wild, frantic. Our tongues tangling as he works my bottoms off. I help him out, contorting my body in all sorts of awkward positions before I finally fling the skimpy fabric onto the deck. I love that we can make love so freely outside without worrying that others can see us. The suite offers us plenty of privacy, and Gage and I indulge outside every chance we can get.
"You need to get naked," I whisper once he breaks away from me to scatter damp kisses along my neck.
"Help me out, wife," he says, his voice rough with want.
I comply, standing so I can tug his swim trunks off and tossing them close to where my bottoms lay. I sprawl out onto the lounger once more, lying between his legs, my lips right at his cock. Slowly I draw him deep between my lips, my gaze never leaving his as he watches me suck and lick him. His lids grow heavy and he reaches out, his fingers cradling my cheek.
I could do this for hours. I get off getting him off, I swear. Never before have I received so much pleasure when I'm giving it to someone else. Only for Gage.
He's my everything.
My everything is also incredibly impatient. He pushes me off him within minutes, growling about coming too fast, before hauling me into his arms as if I don't weigh a thing. I'm back in the same position I was originally, only this time there's no clothing separating us. I can feel him, thick and insistent, brushing against me and I shift my lower body, reaching down so I can grab hold of him by the base and guide him inside me.
"Hold on," he says, stopping me. "You touch me, and I'm afraid I'll go off like a rocket."
I lean back so I can look him in the eyes. He's dead serious. "Really?"
"Really," he says firmly as he wraps his fingers around his c**k and brushes the head against my damp folds. I stifle a groan by biting my lips, and he stops the movement, depriving me.
"Don't stop," I whisper and he presses his fingers against my mouth.
"Don't hold back then," he says just before he resumes stroking me with his cock. Driving me crazy.
A moan falls from my lips and finally he adjusts, so I can lower myself onto him. Slowly I take him inside, until he's filling me completely, every inch of him inside of my body. Thick and pulsing, I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, my hands buried in his hair as I clutch him close.
He feels so unbelievably good. I'm afraid to move for fear my body will start convulsing, and I'll come too before we've even started.