He takes my champagne off me and walks me backward towards the bed, "I'm sure we'll find something to do."
I giggle against his lips, “We have canapes being served on the deck in ten.”
“Do I look like I care?” He murmurs against my lips; his teeth drop to my neck.
“Can we at least pretend to be normal.” I laugh as I look at the ceiling.
"We are on our honeymoon. For once, we are supposed to fuck all day. It's the official festival of come."
I burst out laughing, “The festival of come? Good lord, you are a born romantic, Mr Garcia.”
"I know. It's a gift." He laughs too, and I take his two hands in mine and step back from him, "Thank you." I look around. "This is…. perfect."
“Like you.”
I kiss him softly, "Like us." We hold each other, and there's this beautiful intimacy in the room. "Let's just take out time and enjoy our night. We'll never get this back. I'm not rushing a thing."
His eyes twinkle with a certain something, and I know that he agrees. He picks my hand up and kisses it, "I love you."
My eyes fill with tears, “I love you.”
“Why do you get so teary when you say that?”
I shrug, embarrassed. “Because…” I cut myself off.
“What?” He takes my face in his hands. “Tell me.”
“I didn’t know I could love someone as much as I love you.”
His eyes search mine.
“I thought I was in love before……but I hadn’t even scratched the surface.”
He smiles softly, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
"Waiting."
I frown.
“For me to get my shit together, I haven’t been the easiest man to ……love.”
My heart bursts, “Sebastian, you are the easiest man in the world to love.”
He kisses me softly and takes my hand in his.
“Cocktails on the deck are waiting.” I smile.
"Cock in bed is a much better option, in my opinion." He mutters dryly. "But whatever."
We make our way downstairs and out onto the deck, the yacht has now left the dock, and we are slowly heading out toward the sea. The sun is just setting, and the sky is a beautiful hue of pinks and reds, oh…. this is magical.
The waiter appears with a silver tray, "Here you are, Mr Garcia, Top shelf Margaritas, Gran Patron Tequila as requested."
"My wife's favorite," Sebastian smirks.
He remembered.
I giggle as I take my Margarita from the tray. I sip it. Oh wow…. that's the stuff.
Heaven in a cup.
The waiter leaves us alone, and Sebastian holds his Margarita to mine in a toast. "To many happy years, my love."
The yacht, the sunset…. the dreamy husband.
This is utter perfection.
I smile and hold my drink in the air, “With many more of these.”
It's late, the crew has retired, and the captain is below deck. A second security yacht is a few hundred meters behind us.
We are in the hot tub, surrounded by darkness, the gentle lapping of the ocean sounds in the distance. The cool wind is dusting our skin.
Sebastian has me straddled over his body as we kiss. His hands are on my hips, dragging me over his thick hard cock. With his eyes locked on mine, he undoes the ties of my bikini bottoms and takes them off. His fingers drop to my sex, and he slowly begins to work me. Our kiss turns desperate.
I’ve wanted him all day.
The feelings between us are too intense.
With two fingers deep in my sex, he slides his other hand around. His fingers begin to explore the part of me that he doesn't know.
My behind.
We stare at each other as he rubs me there, the forbidden zone, where he hasn’t been allowed to go.
He slowly slides the tip of a finger in, and I shudder as we stare at each other.
Arousal is pumping heavily between us.
“It’s our wedding night.” He whispers as he kisses me in a silent plea.
“You want that as your wedding present?” I ask.
His eyes are dark, unwavering. “Yes.”
He keeps working me, back and front …. and god, I can hardly keep my eyes open from the feelings of pleasure.
"You're so… big, Seb," I whisper against his lips, unable to hide my fear.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” His fingers keep going, keep pushing my limits, amping up my arousal, and hell……this feels so fucking good.
He lifts his hand out of the water and holds it out to me, “See this gold band.” He whispers.
I look down at his wedding ring.
“This means I will always protect you.” He murmurs. “You have all of me, April. And now, I need all of you.”
I stare at him, and I know this is it.
The moment in time where I hand myself completely over to someone.
But he’s not just someone…. he’s my husband…..Sebastian, the love of my life.
I know that this means a lot to him. It's more than the sexual act. It's symbolic.
“Okay…….”
He frowns, “Okay?”
I smile, “Don’t give me time to second think this.”
“Okay.” He sits up with renewed purpose and grabs my bikini bottoms and puts them back on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he ties them up at the side.
“Taking you to bed.”
I swallow the lump in my throat……oh hell, here we go.
There isn’t a chance that this isn’t going to hurt. He’s big…huge. And…. Well, ……fuck.
I didn’t think this through.
With my bikini back in place, Sebastian steps out of the spa and holds a towel up for me. He wraps me in it and then leads me upstairs by the hand, we walk into the bedroom, and he flicks the lock. His eyes meet mine.
I stand before him; my heart is hammering in my chest.
The sound of the engine is a drone in the background. His eyes are blazing with desire.
Sebastian Garcia always brings it to the bedroom, no matter what the circumstance.
No matter where we are.
This is who he is. I know what I'm in for, unbridled pleasure guaranteed.
Regardless of that, this time, I can’t help but feel a little nervous.
He takes my bikini off and, with the towel, dries me carefully and then lies me on the bed. He spreads my legs and leans down, and kisses me there. As if completely focused on his task, he gets up immediately and goes to his suitcase and takes out his toiletry bag. He removes a bottle of lube and puts it on the bedside. My eyes widen when I see it, "You packed lube?" I frown.
“Boy scout,” He smirks.
“Always prepared?”
“Optimistically so.”
I giggle, and a little of my nerves dissipate.
This is something he's thought about. He really wants this.
He slides his shorts down, and his large thick cock springs free, engorged, and rock hard. It hangs heavily between his legs, and he gives it a few slow strokes as he kicks his shorts to the side. He lies down beside me and leans up onto his elbow, his lips take mine, and he kisses me. His eyes close, and wearing a soft smile, he has this aura of happiness around him. "This is going to perhaps…. sting." He murmurs against my lips as his fingers find that spot between my legs.