She took him deeper inside, loving the feel of his hot and pulsing flesh filling her mouth. "Emily I can't … " he began to cry out, when she felt him shake hard and felt his release wash down her throat. She licked along the length of him and gently nipped the head before finally releasing him.
He fell across the bed pulling her with him. "I love you," he said quietly, while stroking her hair. She stilled as her world seemed to be completed. She looked deeply into his eyes to see if he was going to start to panic. He just smiled at her and brought his lips to gently kiss hers.
"Oh Mark, I love you more than you could ever imagine," she said. They both lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling of being in one another's arms.
"I'm starving," she finally said, as her stomach protested not being fed. He laughed and pulled her off the bed.
"Let's take a quick shower, eat and then go exploring," he said feeling charged.
"Sounds great." Their shower ended up not being so quick but she didn't care. When she was in his arms, all her hunger was focused on him and not food.
They made their way around the city and Emily was enchanted with all the shops and ended up loading Mark's arms with souvenirs. She had to get something for everyone. He was so patient with her and even agreed to the big straw hat she insisted he wear. He grumbled about preferring his Stetson but took it all in good stride.
As the evening air cooled them off, they strolled barefoot down the beach, letting their feet soak in the warm ocean water. They enjoyed the moonlight and listened to the sounds of laughter surrounding them. Their hands never separated, creating a feeling within her of being treasured and wanted. She would be sad to leave their little piece of paradise.
They ate a candlelit dinner, in a little outside diner, right on the beach. Listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, she reveled in her new found happiness.
She looked around at the other couples, with their heads bent close together. Some were whispering to each other, while others were locked in passionate embraces. The location was an aphrodisiac for love and she was completely pulled in.
As they made their way back to their suite, she felt anticipation burning in her stomach. She couldn't believe how much she always wanted her new husband. When they weren't making love, she was thinking about it. She was ready to fall into his arms at any moment and she knew what they had was special.
He ordered champagne and strawberries and they laid on the bed, drinking and nibbling the berries, with the juices running down their bodies. He slowly began to lick up the mess she was causing.
Her breathing deepened, as he dipped into the cle**age of her shirt and sipped the sweet juice. He slowly began undressing her, kissing every inch of new skin he exposed. She was ready to take him inside of her in a matter of seconds.
His lips started trailing down her exposed flesh and when goose bumps appeared from the exquisite pleasure, he licked them away. "Mark," she sighed his name.
He made his way back up her body, until their lips were once again dancing together. She slipped her tongue inside the moist recesses of his mouth and loved the shudder that ran through him. Her hand strayed down to his covered erection and rubbed the length of it.
He yanked the rest of their clothing away in seconds and then covered her body with his. He slipped inside her wet folds and sighed as he buried himself as far as he could go. Emily wrapped her legs around him, as he began the gentle thrusts, bringing her close to completion and then stopping, drawing out the torture for both of them.
She raked her nails down his back and pleaded with him to go faster. He nipped her neck and told her to be patient. When he leaned up on his arms, so he could push deeper, she ran her tongue along his hardened pecs, making him gasp. He finally gave them what they both wanted and crushed his lips to hers, as he sped up his rhythm.
She was convulsing around him in seconds, crying out his name, as the waves of pleasure washed through her. "Mark," she cried out again as the sensations were taking her over the edge.
He exploded inside of her, pulsing over and over again. He laid there, his weight almost crushing her but she didn't care. She could lie like that forever. She once again fell asleep in her husband's arms, feeling at peace with the world.
"Don't be afraid," Mark coaxed Emily. She was terrified and thought her husband had lost his mind. There was no way she could be strapped to the flying tarp, as she referred to it. They were on a boat in the beautiful ocean and he had the brilliant idea for them to go parasailing.
"Trust me you're going to love it. There's no other experience quite like it," he continued to coax her. Without Emily really being aware of what was happening, she found herself being strapped into the contraption she'd been desperately trying to avoid.