There was something else, too. Tasha had insisted on a sex ban for the four weeks leading up to the wedding, saying that it would make our honeymoon even more special. I tried to argue, but she was firm - and she clearly enjoyed my increasing frustration. So although we spent most of the thirty-eight hours it took us to get to our destination asleep, we were already barely able to keep our hands off each other as soon as we left the reception.
The lodge where we were staying was like something out of a fantasy, all shiny dark teak and white linen blowing in the wind. When the driver dropped us off and a member of the staff had finished ferrying our bags inside, I pulled him aside and asked that we be given total privacy unless we specifically called for someone.
Tasha ran into the bedroom and immediately threw herself onto the enormous bed. "Look," she said, picking up one of the pink flowers scattered on the cover. "These are real! Here, smell them." She held a flower up to my nose and I sniffed.
"Vanilla?" I asked, lying down beside her and running my hand down her luscious thigh. "Something sweet, anyway."
She rolled over and looked at me, grinning. "It's been a long four weeks hasn't it, sailor?"
"Damn right it has. Long enough that if you keep looking at me like that, I'm probably going to come in my pants."
Tasha giggled and reached down between us. I watched her expression change when she felt what she was doing to me.
"Oh my God," she breathed. "Kaden..."
I rolled over on top of her, settling myself between her legs, exactly where I wanted to be and kissed her neck.
Within seconds we were ripping our clothes off, suddenly and intensely needy for each other. She made a little sound when I pushed my cock into her, a breathy, feminine little snarl that jolted its way down from my brain to my loins and made all thought impossible. She felt so good. So wet and open and desperate for me.
"I love it when you're like this," I whispered in her ear as she squirmed underneath me, rocking her hips up against me in an ever-increasing speed. "I love how much you need this."
It didn't take long. Not for me and not for her. I can feel it when Tasha is going to come, the tension building in her body, the sweet little contractions of her pussy around me, the way her breathing starts to get slow and then very, very fast.
She dug her fingers into my back as I watched her head loll back on the pillow and moaned my name over and over. And as soon as I felt her falling off the cliff I followed, burying myself all the way inside her as ecstasy spilled out of me until I felt like it would never end.
When it was over and we were lying next to each other, panting, she looked at me and laughed. "I was planning on tormenting you, you know. I wanted to go swimming first."
"Were you?" I asked cocking an eyebrow at my wife. "I guess that didn't work out too well, huh?"
"Mmm...apparently not."
We fell asleep like that, curled up next to each other, and didn't wake up until the sun was starting to set. The villa's bedroom was open to the beach and Tasha sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Oh my God, look at the sunset," she whispered sleepily, nudging me. "We should go for a swim and watch it."
So that's what we did. Tasha walked ahead of me down the sandy path to the beach, clad only in panties and a t-shirt and I watched as she pulled the latter up over her head and tossed it aside. The panties went next and she turned around with a little grin on her face.
"We've got the whole island to ourselves, right?"
But I couldn't answer because all the blood in my body was rushing away from my head. I just stood and gawked as she delicately picked her way through the rocks at the top of the beach and skipped to the water's edge, her dark, perfectly curved figure silhouetted against the sun. I'd seen a few stories online about the 'regular girl' who managed to 'land' Kaden Barlow and marveled at how very wrong they were. She wasn't the lucky one. I was.
Tasha giggled when she turned around and saw me, rock-hard, coming to join her.
"Again?" She asked playfully, diving away from me and into the clear, absurdly turquoise water. I tried to grab her ankle but it slipped out of my grasp. "You should get out of those shorts," she called back over her shoulder, "the water feels amazing."
So I took off my shorts and threw them back onto the sand. Tasha swam under the water and popped up right in front of me, her hair slicked back from her face. And again when I tried to wrap my arms around her she darted away.
"You're just making it worse for yourself," I warned, "teasing a man whose gone without for a month is a dangerous game."
"Is it?" She teased, standing up so the seawater flowed in rivulets down her breasts and over the curve of her belly. My cock was throbbing by that point. I lunged towards her but she just dove into the sea again and escaped. When she re-appeared she caught my eye and slid one hand down over her body, curling her fingers between her legs.