"Tasha..."
"What?"
"I need to come," I told her, meeting her dark eyes.
"Do you?" She replied, suddenly taking me all the way in until I could feel myself in her throat. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and she just closed her eyes and took it, digging her fingertips into the muscles of my legs.
"Oh God," I moaned as the bliss intensified. "Tasha, fuck. Fuck!"
And then she pulled away again, at the very last moment. "Inside me," she whispered, pulling me down onto the sand and crawling on top of me. "I want you to come inside me, Kaden."
She leaned forward and angled her hips over me, closing her eyes and making a high-pitched little moaning sound as my cock slid between her lips but not yet into her.
"You like that?" I asked her, desperate to be buried so deep in her pussy I couldn't think anymore but also grateful for the few seconds I had to back away from the edge - I wanted to make her come again. I wanted to feel those perfect little contractions around my cock.
"Mmm..." she sighed. "Uh-huh. Yeah."
It drives me fucking crazy when she gets like that, animalistic and beyond herself, beyond self-consciousness. I tilted my hips upward and listened to Tasha's breath catch in her throat.
"Kaden," she squeaked, closing her eyes and sinking the rest of the way down onto me.
I ran my hands down her body to her ass, squeezing her flesh and pushing her down harder until all the breath was forced out of her and she was rocking her hips against me, lifting herself up and pushing herself down until I could feel I was almost at the point of no return.
I reached up and cupped her face in my hand as her breasts bounced. "You're gonna make me come, Tasha. Is that what you want?"
She smiled and I watched as the smile immediately dissolved into what almost looked like pain but that I knew was the opposite.
"Yeah," she panted. "Yes, Kaden. Yes..."
And then she sped up, leaning over me so her nipples brushed against my hungry lips and I started to feel her body tensing up.
"Kaden, Kaden..." she moaned my name again and again until suddenly she stopped and her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy tightened around me. I jerked my hips up so hard I actually lifted her body up off the sand and held her right where she was as I exploded, shooting cum into her with every little clench of her sex around me.
"Fuuuck..." I groaned loudly, pinning her body against mine until we'd wrung every last drop of pleasure out of each other.
She maneuvered herself off me gently, scrunching up her face a little when she did.
"Are you sore?" I asked, suddenly flooded with concern that I'd been too rough.
"No." She smiled. "Well, maybe a little. But what's a honeymoon if you don't go home with a sore coochie?"
We lay beside each other panting, the waves lapping at our feet.
"Coochie?" I asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, coochie. It's what I called it when I was a little girl."
I used up the very last ounce of strength after being drained so thoroughly to roll over and look at her. "Did you? Yeah, I guess you can't go to the doctor and talk about your 'pussy' can you?"
She grinned. "No. And 'vagina' just sounds so...clinical."
We lay there until the water started to lap at our thighs - the tide was coming in.
"I'm starving," I commented, intertwining my fingers with Tasha's and leading her back up the beach to the villa. "How about you?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Me too. I think I just burned a week's worth of calories."
"Well, we better order something big, then, because you're going to need it."
Chapter 36: Natasha
We ate freshly caught lobster for dinner that night, prepared by the villa's personal chef and served on the deck overlooking the ocean. When we were finished wiping our buttery fingers and smiling at each other like the couple of lovesick fools we were, Kaden took me down to the beach so we could go for a walk.
"How do you think Henry is doing without his mom?" He asked. "I bet he's keeping my parents on their toes."
Henry was being cared for by my family and Kaden's parents for the duration of the honeymoon. "He's fine," I replied. "He doesn't like anything better than being spoiled. They're going to ruin him. We're going to get home and he'll want ice-cream for every meal and no bedtime."
"And your mother - she's totally cool with the treatment thing?"
"Yeah, she is." Kaden had offered, shortly before the wedding and after a lot of research on both of our parts, to pay for my mother to undergo treatment for her lung condition at a hospital in Texas that had developed a pioneering technique to manage it. It wasn't a cure, but it was hope for a longer future together and in better health. "I think this whole being a grandmother thing might have softened her up a little bit, you know? She's not so proud anymore, not so scared of letting other people help."