Wisdom’s POV
God, the beach is so beautiful.
I never felt so tear-eyed just because of the sight of a sea.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?”
“It’s so calming,” I smiled at him. Denver inhaled the smell of the salty air.
“And huge,” he added. “I often get lost here because I sometimes forget where the stairs are and where the door is.” His giggle just made me grin, made me forget all the obstacles that we managed to pass through. I blinked, not believing that this finally came true. All those dreams, all those tears, all those wishes…everything is worth it—had played a part to me and Denver’s union.
“Denver…”
“Yes?”
“Let’s have a drink,” I offered.
***
I sat naked, only the rose-gold robe covering my tits and pussy.
I managed to shave my legs and the cave between my legs in the bathroom before sitting in front of the view of the sea. A rectangular little pool soaked my feet. It has a built-in table and chair in the water.
‘Perfect,’ I thought with a smirk.
I poured another chilled champagne on my glass as I heard Denver approaching. He, too, was clothed with nothing but the robe kissing his skin.
“You look sexy,” Denver said as his eyes darted on my wet hair.
“Your eyes tell me you want to bang me in that chair.” My grin made him take off his robe. He stretched out his arm, an inch over my nipple.
“I like a glass of cold champagne as well, please,” he whispered.
“Of course, Sir,” I bit his lip as he grabbed his beverage.
“Do you want food to go along with our drinks or—“
“I want you, honey,” I said with a sexy voice and a wiggle of my breasts. “Perhaps you forgot, it’s our honeymoon.”
Before he could yield an answer, I already dived to the pool. Lying on the built-in table that made my entirety wet, I took off the robe and threw it at him.
“Come for me, Denver Mikhail Giordano,” I remarked.
***
Denver’s POV
“Come for me, Denver Mikhail Giordano…” Wisdom’s voice is erotic, magnetic.
Thick but feminine, that’s how I describe her voice. Seducing me but at the same time just casually talking to me is what Wisdom’s recently doing.
She was lying on that table, her boobs and pussy being devoured by the waters. Wisdom touched herself while her eyes were focused on me.
I don’t know how to react but she can clearly see my tower is now standing upright, erected to the two mountains where Wisdom’s tongue always preys. She closed her eyes as she continued to massage her core and breasts, preparing it for my arrival.
The sunset colored the sky with shades of orange and red. A beam of light shone over her wet, naked body. And that made me deliciously mad.
Crawling towards her like how a predator approaches a prey, I grin mischievously.
But I accidently made a noise when my glass fell into the water. Wisdom opened her eyes, and before she could gasp, I was already in my position on top of her. My hands gripping the either side of the table as if to imprison the meal that I am going to devour.
“Hello, wife,” I whispered.
“Hi, husband,” she breathed between my lips.
And before she knew it, my dick was already on the gate of her opening, waiting to be welcomed.
***
“Yes?”
“Yes.” Then I slid my kraken inside her. Flesh meets flesh, lips landed on lips, moans getting loud over moans.
I moved slowly, taking her in this position as gentle as I could—like how a wife and husband’s first time should feel like.
“I want it fast.”
“Hush, Wisdom,” I darted at her with a pair of smiling eyes. “All good things happen to those who know how to wait.”
“BUT I WANT IT FA—“
Before she could continue to yell, I clasped her two legs and tightened it on my hips. I made her two, silky smooth two legs wrap around my hips so that I can ride faster.
I fucked and thrusted and banged her until the heat from her body leaked onto mine, courtesy of her profusely sweating.
“Denver…please…” I inched nearer to her mouth. “I…want…it…fast.”
My eyes went wide. That kind of speed wasn’t enough then. I brought her legs to either side of her neck. Standing at the edge of the table, I made a quarter of her body reach at the edge, ready to greet my dick which was resting for a minute.
“You shall have what you have wished, madam.”
I leaped on top of her, hands locked with each other. “I’m going to make you proud. Today, the day after our wedding night, I shall make you taste the fruit of all your labor—and how quite tiring it is to conceive a child.” My wink made her loudest moan escape from her mouth. It was so loud that it sounds like we’re having a concert of moans here in our balcony’s pool, with my cock serving as Wisdom Linnea Weisz’ microphone.
Here I am, driving like crazy. Getting my wife laid as if this is our last time together. Banging and fucking the love of my life, the fire of my groin as wild as I could.
After ten minutes and thirty seconds of this passionately mad position, she came first. Then I came second.
“I am proud of you, husband,” Wisdom’s breath sent my lips yearning for her mouth.
***
Just two hours after our dinner of lobster bisque and Wagyu beef steak, just an hour after watching 365 Days on Netflix, he tore off my shirt, the only thing that comes between his hands and my body.
Needing to feel the skin of my husband, I lay at the leather couch beneath him for one last time tonight.
Denver and I had a challenge: we must have sex as quiet as possible. So, as his mouth lunged onto my right breast and fondled the other, I tried to stifle a moan—had to hold my moan.
“I bet you will lose tonight, Wisdom.”
I leaned to his face, tongue snuck out. “I will not.”
He grasped my breast. Though I wanted to be loud, I didn’t want him to be gentle either—because what I felt for him wasn’t like a loving tamed sheep at all. What I felt was a feral lion, strong and burning, wild and hungry for all things that made our bodies desire for each other even more.
He tore his lips from me. I gently bite his ear—like how I see on the adult videos we often watch together under the covers. I had to grind my teeth to keep myself from moaning or else I would lose in our bet.
I watched our reflection on the television as it became one; my ass meeting his hard and delicious chest. This is my favorite position of lovemaking whereas Denver, he loved the one that I met him in the eye so that he could stare at how I badly wanted him.
Music of moans came out from my mouth, spreading it in the air like the melody of pleasure.
I may have lost to him, yes. But I have long gained and possessed something inside me that could never be taken by someone else: a seed of a new life in my womb.