Chapter 8

CHAPTER

EIGHT

Stanley

I can't take my eyes off my wife as she lies beside me in a white, barely there bikini. It's day three of our honeymoon and my wife decided today we needed some fresh air. The last two days we've been holed up in our suite.

When we talked about our honeymoon, Lena said she wanted to stay semi close to home since we'd be spending the majority of our time in the suite.

In bed.

Wrapped around one another.

She wasn't wrong.

The only other thing she said was that she'd like white sand and blue water. That's how we landed here, in Clearwater Beach, Florida. We are staying at a hotel on the beach in a suite that has a balcony with a clear view of the blue water my wife requested.

My wife.

Damn if it doesn't feel good to call her that. The last two days have been more than I could have expected. I carried her over the threshold, stripped her bare, and that's how we spent the next forty-eight hours. The only clothing we even bothered to put on were the robes that were provided by the hotel. Until today.

That brings us to now. Sitting on the beach, soaking up the rays, and having a nice cold drink. Lena read for a little bit while I just sat here and enjoyed the view. The ocean view wasn't bad either.

Taking another peek at my wife—because let's face it, I can't take my eyes off her—I see her skin pinking from the sun. "Baby." Reaching over, I gently trace my hand over her back. "You're going to burn. It's time for more sunscreen."

"I'm too comfy," she grumbles.

"Come on, lazybones."

"Fine, but I'm cooling off in the water first." She sits up, adjusts her skimpy-ass bikini top to make sure her assets are covered, tosses her sunglasses onto the chair beside her, and stands. She takes off running for the ocean, and I scramble to my feet to chase after her.

I will always chase after her.

We crash into the water at the same time. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her high, and let us both fall back into the waves. After we've both come up for air, she turns and wraps her arms and legs around me.

"You're beautiful, Mrs. Riggins."

"I'm a sure thing." She laughs. "You don't need to work so hard. This proves that." She lifts her left hand from where it was locked behind my neck and wiggles her engagement ring and wedding band. The diamond glitters beneath the rays of the Florida sun.

Leaning in, I kiss her. It's a soft press of my lips to hers, but it ignites a fire inside me, just the same as if it were hot and feverish. I take my time, slowly trailing my tongue across her lips. She opens for me, like the queen that she is, and I slide my tongue against hers. I explore her mouth with languid strokes.

Her legs clamp around my waist, and she grinds her bikini-covered pussy over my cock.

"Stanley." My name is a plea from her lips, one I relish to hear every day for the rest of my life. I smile against her lips because this is my life. My wife in my arms, kissing her, holding her anytime I want.

This is my happy place.

Not the beach.

The woman.

My wife.

She grinds down on me again as her fingernails dig into my scalp. Moving my hands from the backs of her thighs, I slide them beneath her bikini bottoms and grip her ass cheeks, helping guide her over my cock.

"There are people watching."

"They can't see what we're doing."

She laughs. It's a musical sound. My favorite sound. "I'm sure they can make the correct assumption."

"You ready to head back to the room?"

"Yes. We've had enough fresh air for one day." She kisses me quickly before pulling out of my arms and I let her. She starts to swim toward the shore but stops when she realizes I'm not following her. "What's wrong?"

"Baby, if I walk out of this water right now, there will be no guessing what was going on out here beneath the waves." This earns me more of her magical laughter, which does nothing to quell the beast in my shorts.

Closing my eyes, I think of work. I let my mind go to everything that's going on and what I'll have to do when I get back from this week in paradise with my new wife. Eventually, my hard-on dies down enough for me to leave the water.

Once we're back on shore, she takes my hand and leads me to our lounge chairs. We gather our things, tossing them into a tote bag that I throw over my shoulder before making our way back to the hotel.

In the elevator up to our room, there's another couple with us. My wife backs up into me, rubbing her ass over my cock. I grip her hips, but the minx does it again. When I realize that the couple is on our same floor, I want to groan in frustration. As soon as the doors slide open, I grab Lena by the hand and race down the hall to our room. I don't care what it looks like to the other couple. I need my wife.

As soon as the door to our suite slams shut, I push Lena's back up against it and kiss the breath from her lungs. The tote bag over my shoulder falls to the floor as I grip her ass, lifting her against the wall.

"I need you."

"Yeah?" She rocks her hips.

Reaching between us, I manage to slide my swim trunks down and free my cock. With quick movements, I push Lena's bikini bottoms to the side, and slide into her. She's wet, just as I knew she would be, and so fucking tight. I've been inside her more times than I can count, and double that since we've been on our honeymoon. But every fucking time feels like the first with her. Her wet tight pussy grips me like a vise, and I'm barely holding on.

"Whatever you need to do to get there, I need you to do it. I'm ready to fucking come, but I won't do it without you." Her pussy convulses, and I grin. "You feel that, baby? The way your pussy is milking my cock?"

She moans. It's a sound filled with need and desire. Her fingers are buried in my hair, and she tugs, causing a smarting of pain, but I welcome it. It fuels me to bring us both over the edge of ecstasy.

I thrust my hips faster, quick short movements that I know will take us both where we want to go. "Take off your top," I tell her. I need to feel her hard nipples against my skin. She does as I say while I continue to push inside her. When her tits pop free, I stop to take one into my mouth. She lifts herself off me and slowly lowers, and the slow delicious friction causes her pussy to squeeze my cock even tighter.

I suck harder, giving her breasts equal amounts of my attention. "Babe." Her voice is throaty and sexy as hell.

She's close.

"Tell me you're there, wife. Tell me your pussy is ready to drench my cock."

"I—I'm there."

"Good. Now hold on. I'm going to fuck you hard and fast, but I promise I'll make love to you next."

"Hard and fast. That. Let's do that." She's nodding as I lean in and kiss her. I take my time slowly lifting her and pulling her back down on my cock. I have to force myself to stop kissing her so I can do what I promised and fuck her.

"Ready, baby?"

"Stop teasing me and fuck me already!" she says, frustrated. She's right on the edge. I can feel it in the way her body is responding. I can see it with each ragged breath she drags into her lungs, and then there's her eyes. They're swimming with lust.

"Hold on." She barely has time to lock her arms around my neck before I'm pumping into her hard and fast. She buries her head in my neck as I race to take us both to the release we've been craving.

"Come!" I demand.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she pants as she finally lets go. It's more than I can take as I spill inside her.

We stand here, her back against the door, my body holding her there as we try to catch our breath. We're clinging to one another like we need to do so to live, and that's pretty much how I feel. The need that I have for her is beyond anything I've ever felt. It's magical, and all-consuming, and I wouldn't have it any other way.