Chapter 2 Gray
GRAY
I used the little key card on my lanyard to let us into the suite.
The room was on a lower level, which made me a little nervous, but the travel agent promised we’d hardly notice.
But when we got inside, I realized she was right.
Even though the room was small, it had enough space for a queen-size bed, a small desk, a bathroom, and even some closet space.
The bed had two towels folded up like swans facing each other surrounded by a heart of rose petals
Aggie covered her mouth but still couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” she said. “How did you do this?”
“I told them it was our honeymoon, because every day with you is.” I grinned at her, drawing her closer and holding her. “I'm excited to have seven days with you in this room.”
She bit her lip, looking up at me with a twinkle in her eye. “Well, this room and the rest of the boat, right?”
I chuckled. “Not if I have my way.”
She laughed in return. “It would be a shame to miss Jamaica.”
I tilted my head to the side in consideration. “I suppose we can leave the room for Jamaica.”
She smiled up at me, then tugged me down to kiss me deeply.
With the fervor of her kiss, we soon found our way onto the mattress.
My cock stiffened at her weight on top of me.
Even though we'd been married for almost a year, it felt just as special as the day we'd gotten married.
I ran my hand down her side, kissing her deeply, loving the way her body felt pressed against mine.
“Time for your first Christmas present,” I murmured against her lips.
She smiled against my kiss. “What would that be?”
In answer, I shifted us so I was on top, then lowered myself, lifting the hem of her flowy skirt and tugging her panties aside.
She gasped slightly, even as she spread her legs for me to gain access.
Her pussy waited for me, fucking perfect.
I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the way her thick thighs shivered against my ears.
“God, I love the taste of you,” I told her.
She reached down, running her fingers through my hair. “Taste as much as you want.”
My lips twitched into a salacious grin for just a second until my mouth was on her again. Every moan that escaped her mouth, every twitch of her fingers in my hair, every buck of her hips, encouraged me more. Turned me on until my cock was hard and begging to be inside her.
But I wouldn’t allow myself that privilege, not until she came on my tongue and I devoured every drop.
I teased her growing nub with my tongue and filled her with my fingers while she made wordless sounds. Then her words came out gasping. “Keep going,” she breathed. “Keep going.”
Eager to please, I continued the same motion as her body went rigid and then convulsed, flooding my tongue with the taste of her.
A sense of pride went through me as her body shuttered and she cried out her release.
With her pussy still sensitive, I raised up, unzipping my jeans and then plunging into her sensitive hole. She moaned out again. “God you make me feel good,” she said, holding onto my forearms.
“There’s nothing better than you,” I told her, meaning every word as I buried myself inside her time and time again. “Nothing sweeter than you. Nothing.”
Her eyes filled with moisture. “I love you, Gray.”
My chest swelled, and I had a hard time holding back my orgasm. “I love you, Aggie.” I stayed still for a moment, looking into her pretty brown eyes, relishing the warmth of her pussy around my cock. The softness of her belly against mine, the mash of my hips against the back of her thighs.
And as the urgency faded, I drove into her again. She reached down with her fingers, rubbing herself as I thrusted. The sight of her hand working near my cock was incredibly hot. Especially the way it made her tighten around me.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Make yourself feel good.”
She nodded, moaning out, “Mhmm.”
“So fucking good,” I told her. “Just like that.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, her walls tightening in ripples around my cock.
“Keep going,” I told her this time. “You’re going to come for me again.”
“I am,” she whined out. “I’m...” She gasped again, right before an urgent little moan. Feeling her come apart gave me the permission I needed to do the same.
I pulsed into her, crying out with the force of our orgasms meeting. This is what it was supposed to feel like, I thought as we shook together. This match of love and lust and trust and everything in-between.
When the waves faded, I lowered myself to the bed next to her and pulled my pants back up, feeling spent. I held her hand as we caught our breath, fingers intertwined. We were both fully dressed, but that hadn’t gotten in the way one bit.
A knock sounded on the door, and we scrambled up in the bed like two teenagers. I got up, wiping my face on one of the towels in the bathroom on the way as Aggie stood and straightened her outfit.
At the door, I glanced back to make sure she was decent and caught sight of her smoothing out her hair.
I smiled at her, “Decent?”
“In body only. Not in spirit.”
I chuckled. “Good enough.” And then I tugged the door open.
At the door was one of the crew's employees, dressed in a blue uniform.
“Are you two enjoying your room?” he asked.
I glanced back at Aggie. “Are we?”
Aggie’s cheeks flushed as said. “We sure are.”
We’d barely been on the boat for an hour, and our vacation was off to an incredible start.