22. Vian
VIAN
Satiated for now, I pull out of her, my deflating cock glistening with our joined releases as more pours out of her. I trail the sticky liquid and push it back inside where it belongs.
With every line I crossed, what would one more be?
I could have sold a vitamin shot as the contraceptive one.
It would have assured me no possibility of return.
A baby would have always connected me to her, but even without one, she will never be free of me.
I just hope it doesn’t come to that for both our sakes.
She falls back against my chest, and I hold her close to me, her body stirring that bottomless need to claim, mark, and own.
Give her a break, motherfucker. I just fucking came, but my hunger is as bottomless as my love for her.
Gripping her chin, I turn her face to me and kiss her––breathless like she makes me feel. Mindless, wanting to discover where she starts and I end.
Rushing to the bathroom, I return with a wet cloth and clean between her thighs.
A hiss rolls off her tongue, sensitive after taking my cock. She’s such a good girl when I am buried deep inside her. And such a brat outside the bedroom. The difference puts a grin on my face, and I slide her skirt down.
Gathering her in my arms, I feel powerful, like a superhero carrying his world––boneless and satisfied, just as I prefer her.
I place her on the couch with utter gentleness and pull her to my side.
We have some more hours to kill, so I scroll through the movie selection and halt on a world-ending one.
She stares, riveted. She has always loved catastrophe-themed movies, intrigued by the scenario.
The film continues on the screen when she asks me, even though it’s not for the first time, “How would you spend your last minutes?”
I would do everything in my power to ensure our survival, but if I couldn’t win against a natural catastrophe or a man-made one, I would simply hold her in my arms and kiss her until we found ourselves somewhere else.
“With you.”
Her eyes glisten, and I add, “The world could end, but I know mine never could as long as I am with you. A lifetime or just moments—it wouldn’t matter.”
“For how hard you fuck me, it’s quite a surprise how sweet and romantic you can be.”
I wink at her, feeling proud.
“So cocky.”
“So smitten would be a better description.”
She falls asleep just as the credits end, and I keep caressing her, every touch infusing me with a deep sense of peace and belonging. She’s my home—my coveted haven. I could face any storm, any shipwreck; nothing would deter me from finding my way back, returning home—to her.
When the pilot announces we’re about to land, I pepper kisses on her face, gently waking her up. A smile teases her lips but she keeps her eyes closed––loving my ministrations.
After we climb out of the jet, we hop into a helicopter. Flying above the ocean, we pass islands scattered across the endless blue.
Zara gazes enraptured at the idyllic landscape. “It’s beautiful,” she murmurs.
It was her honeymoon location. I am just going through the scenario she laid out for us, hoping to make it right the second time around.
Once the propellers stop whooshing, I help her out of the helicopter, and someone from the staff picks up the luggage.
She takes off her shoes and twirls around, the sun rays dancing on her lids, making her appear like a divine apparition and converting me into a believer. She’s always been my only faith.
Palms and lush vegetation paint the landscape in a rich green, complementing the white of the sand and the turquoise of the water.
It’s my first vacation in years. It’s our first real vacation.
We had weekend getaways, but we were too engrossed in ourselves to care about the location.
Now I want to show her the world, create endless memories until my name is synonymous with delight, intertwined with the fabric of her life until there’s no her without me.
In the distance, there’s a bungalow for the staff so we can enjoy our privacy. I intend to keep her naked all the time anyway. Fuck, love, laugh, dance, and kiss, in no particular order.
We go on an exploratory tour, discovering the modern white-and-glass villa. The interior rivals the exterior’s luxury, with pristine white walls and cream furniture accented by touches of turquoise.
Upstairs, in the main bedroom, a king-sized bed greets us, the breeze playing with the canopy curtains. Light streams through the expansive windows, and beyond them, an infinity pool stretches across the terrace, surrounded by various places to relax.
She doesn’t lose a moment as she quickly undresses, her clothes falling at her sides, revealing her stunning body––a feminine masterpiece.
She gives me a look of fake coyness. “Join me.”
I rip off my clothes, losing my patience by the second, and send her a heated gaze. She squeals, taking off as I run after her.
She dives straight into the pool and surfaces on the opposite side. With her hair slicked back and droplets of water kissing her skin and catching the sun rays, her beauty roots me in place. Mentally snapping a picture of her ethereal beauty and blissful serenity, a lump lodges in my throat.
We made it, baby. We’re on our honeymoon. Married. Together. Everything we desired. Yet nothing happened as it should have.
The avalanche of emotions threatens to swallow me, but it’s as if she senses my distress and swims toward me. Stopping in front of me, she reaches out her hand. I grip it as if it’s a life vest, pulling me from the deep end.
She wraps herself around me as if she wants to embed herself into me. “I have you,” she whispers, and my grip on her tightens.
“Never leave me.”
She cups my cheeks and offers me a small smile. “I don’t think you’d let me.”
“For you, I’d sacrifice myself. For your happiness. For your well-being.”
“You’re salvageable after all.”
I chuckle, giving in to her soothing presence. Only she can lighten my mood.
“What if the dream ends?” she murmurs as we reach the end of the pool. It feels as if we’re at the edge of the world, the unknown stretching before us.
“We’ll dream a new one,” I say, pressing my body into hers, not leaving an inch between us.
Her face radiates with a beam. “I like that plan.”
“I like you naked and at my disposal even more,” I say, heaving her up my body, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. Cupping her face, I press a kiss on her mouth with the promise of more.
“I actually counted the minutes in my head until you’d turn all me man, want to fuck.” Her voice takes on a deeper tone, poorly imitating my rough voice, making me laugh.
“You can enjoy the view. I will enjoy your pussy.”
Palming her waist, she sucks in a breath as I move my hands lower. I grip her ass cheeks, and whisper in her ear, causing goose bumps to pepper her skin, “All day. All night. Welcome to our honeymoon.”
Then I slip inside her, deliberately slow, wanting her to feel every ridge, count every inch that goes inside her, feel me conquering her insides, push by push.
It takes inhuman will to pace myself when the beast rattles behind my ribcage to go all in, fuck her hard. But I love the slow rhythm, catching every gasp, feeling her intake of air expanding her chest, her muscles giving in to accommodate me.
“You feel fantastic, mi sol.”
“So good. Please don’t stop. Please,” she begs, her fingers imprinting half-moons on my back.
“I change my end of the world scenario.”
She giggles, knowing where I am headed. “It has to be with my cock in you, too.”
A hunger overpowers me, and I carry her out with my cock still buried inside her. Exposed yet secluded, it only adds fuel to our fiery lovemaking.
Placing her on the shell-looking outdoor bed, I get between her legs and bury my face between her thighs, eating her out like a madman on a quest to win his sanity back.
Her hand digs into my scalp, catching onto some strands as she abandons herself to my insatiable appetite, knowing I have her.
I don’t stop until she’s a trembling, moaning mess, coming on my face. I lap at her folds to prolong the pleasure, drinking her up, and she falls back, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
There will probably be no surface I won’t have fucked her on by the time our honeymoon ends.
“I could get used to this,” she sighs contentedly.
“That can be arranged.” I thrust inside her.
Her cute little pink clit swells for my attention. Spitting on it, I rub my thumb in circles and feast on her succulent nipples.
If I had more mouths, more hands to cover her at once, fuck her every hole, I’d take it.
She closes her eyes and arches her back, rising to the overload of sensations, the sensual curve of her body captivating me.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I demand, “Eyes on me.”
“Even when you’re the one giving me pleasure…”
“Especially then,” I groan, feeling her pussy massage me into damn euphoria.
Switching positions, I get on my knees, fucking her from behind, slow and tender, in the rhythm of the waves slapping the shore, some seagulls letting out high-pitched cries in the distance.
She wraps her arm around my neck, holding onto me, and we come as one, losing ourselves in sheer paradise––together.
Between the fucking and tanning, the sun sets, painting the horizon in spectacular violets and oranges.
She comes out on the terrace, wearing a beige crochet maxi dress, the bit of color making her skin glow. She’s naked underneath, and I can see the shadow of her thighs, her nipples poking through the material.
I wear some linen shorts and a shirt.
We walk through a garden, hand in hand. In the middle, a candlelit dinner awaits. Exotic birds fly above our heads, and I hear dolphins calling in the ocean. Paradise on earth—deserted, plentiful, peaceful.
A scrumptious plate of fish and grilled vegetables rests on the table, and as I serve dinner, a dreamy look stretches across her face. “I’m happy, Vian.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t think I could ever be that again,” she sighs, nostalgia tinging her voice.
“Me either,” I confess. “Thank you for wanting me.” Thank you for choosing me again, even if you forgot about me.
“I don’t think I had a choice. It was fate.”
“I can’t contradict you on that.”
“Well, you wanted me too.”
“I did. I do. I always will.”
Silence descends, preserving the sacredness of this moment.
A radiant smile curls the corners of her mouth as she sweeps her gaze from me to the ocean. “I want to swim at night, feel the water embrace me and the moon kiss me.”
“While I fuck you. You forgot to include that part.”
Food is forgotten as she sashays to me, eyeing me with a flirty expression. “I thought that was implied.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re terrific at driving me wild.”
“I have to, to keep up with you,” she says, reaching out her hand to me. It feels monumental, like she’s offering me her trust, a silent promise of forever.
“It’s the other way around,” I rasp, overcome by emotion. “But I appreciate your attempt at making me feel better.”
“Needed.”
That is such a loaded and potent word, and I grab her hand, placing it on my chest. “It’s yours. My life. My heart. Whatever you desire, whatever you need, it’s yours for the taking.”
Hand in hand, we walk toward the shore. The water splashes at our feet, and I peel her dress off, a goddess bathing in moonlight as she disappears like an offering to the sea. I undress in hurried moves, following quickly because she’s mine. No one else’s but mine.
Catching up with her, I spin her around and drag her to my chest, slamming my mouth on hers, wanting my breath to be the one to feed her.
What I am for her has not been named yet.
No false modesty, but she’s just as mad about me, making the plunge into madness sweeter.
The surrender to obsession simpler. The fall unavoidable.
She floats around, humming softly as I watch her with hawk eyes, too afraid she will slip somewhere else and I will lose her.
Her features are soft and relaxed. There’s a newly found lightness to her.
“Let’s stay here,” I suggest, just to preserve this hard-found happiness.
She threads through the water toward me, and rising onto her toes, she palms my chest and kisses my jaw.
“Paradise. A tempting offer, but this is just a reprieve from reality. We can’t escape our tribulations, but we will grow stronger together by facing challenges and overcoming them.
We’ll grow old and look back knowing we stood the test of time and weathered life’s curveballs.
I don’t want the simple path, but the less-traveled one—steep and hard at times, but every mile conquered will make the journey memorable, knowing the destination is true and well deserved. ”
I lower my face, bringing our foreheads together. “You’ve always been the wiser one.”
“Lucky you.”
“Yes, lucky me,” I say, swallowing through the lump of emotion lodged in my throat.
I gather her in my arms and return to shore, placing her on the sand. Crawling on top of her, I slip inside her with gentle reverence, to show her that I cherish her––the starlit sky, my witness of claiming my woman, daring anyone to take her from me and face eternal wrath.
“Whoever said this is romantic had no freaking idea,” she whines in the shower as I try to wash away the sand that has stuck in places it shouldn’t. “This was the first and last time.”
“Baby, I have sand in my fucking asshole.”
“Me too, and I much prefer your cock to this.”
Only hearing that injects a shot of desire straight into my groin. “Happy now?” I point at my hard cock that juts and weeps between us as I scoop some more out of her openings.
“That’s the norm,” she sasses me and hugs my middle, looking up at me with a bright smile. “It was still sweet and romantic.”
While she keeps her eyes on me, her hand moves lower toward my ass, a gleam sparking in her eyes and instantly alerting me. “What are you doing?”
Her lips thrust out in a sweet pout. This woman gets any damn thing without fail. “Don’t freak out. I want to test something.”
I know what it is, and I clench my ass on instinct.
She glares. “I took your monster cock inside and you’re afraid of a tiny finger. I’ve heard it makes a man cum hard.”
“You’re a truly selfless soul,” I grumble, aware I’ll give in.
She arches a brow in challenge. “You want my ass again? Let me have this.”
“You better spread yourself open the next moment after you have your finger in my ass.”
“You’re the best. Love you,” she says, her eyes widening, clear panic in her voice while I could fucking soar.
Before she freaks out, I pull her to my chest. “You better, as I don’t give up my ass to just anyone.”
A peal of laughter rocks her chest, and I cup her cheeks, rubbing my nose against hers. “I love you. You have no idea how much, mi sol.”
And then she pushes her finger into my asshole, grinning. She is something else, and I am a sucker for her.
She massages my prostate, proving she’s also right because, fuck, it makes me shoot my load like nothing else.
“See. I was right.”
“You’re always right,” I groan, accepting my destiny.