Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Leon
Moving through the living area of our suspended water bungalow, our home for the next two weeks, I toss my towel onto the sun lounger as I pass through the open sliding doors.
I stride toward our private pool tucked away in the corner of our cool teak-floored deck that overlooks the blue ocean below us and looks like sparkling liquid crystal.
With only the sound of the waves lapping gently against the stilts below, keeping us hovering above the ocean, it’s rhythmic and steady, as if it’s the heartbeat of the island.
What a fucking life.
I’m living my best life with my wife. My best friend, and the woman who knows me better than I know myself.
My eyes follow Erika’s every slow breaststroke, the smell of salty air, tropical flowers, and sunshine filling my nostrils, bringing a sense of deep calm. Contentment: a feeling that only Erika brings to my life.
“Good morning, husband.” Erika welcomes my arrival, her voice dripping with heat as her eyes travel down my body.
“Good morning, wife.” The mention of the word wife makes her grin with joy.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I can’t believe I slept until midday.
Between working all the hours available God sends, my hangover, the adrenaline and shock of discovering Erika and I are married, and then the twelve-hour flight, which I didn’t sleep much on, I’m exhausted.
“You were completely out of it when I woke up, and I didn’t want to wake you. You work too hard.”
“It takes one to know one.”
“Touché.” She swims toward me, her mouth under the water, tracking me with her eyes.
“What a view,” I say, stepping into the pool.
“The water appears electric turquoise,” Erika replies joyfully, gazing at the endless horizon while dipping her head underwater. When she reappears, her hair slicks back from her face, giving her the appearance of a seductive mermaid.
“I wasn’t talking about the surroundings.” From what I can see through the water, she looks hot as fuck in a tiny gold bikini, the sun deepening her tan she started working on while she’s been living at my place, turning her skin golden.
Erika chuckles, rolling onto her back as I move closer.
Like a moth to a flame, I can’t stay away, and my lips are kissing her stomach, her ribs, her side boob.
.. man, I’m a sucker for her side boob, making my cock stir in my swim shorts.
As I move up her body, she drops her legs into the water and threads her arm around my neck and her endless legs around my waist to lock herself securely around me.
Having her like this is what I’ve waited for my whole life.
Pulling her closer to me, I cup my hands around the back of her thighs.
“Does the room meet your requirements, Dr. Hill?” I ask, stealing yet another kiss, noticing her freckles have already started to appear across her nose and cheeks. Now that we’ve opened the door to us, I never want to stop touching her, as if my mind and heart are checking that she and I are real.
“I’m in Bora Bora paradise, Leon,” she swoons. “I haven’t used the water slide yet.”
The sleek slide descends from the deck directly into the gentle ocean below.
“Would you like to try it now?” I ask, squeezing her ass that I’m obsessed with, aligning her center with my very hard and throbbing cock, my piercings stretching and making the end of my dick super sensitive. It’s always hard around her. She’s my ultimate weakness.
“No,” she answers with confidence. “I want to make love for the first time as a married couple.”
It may have been cruel of me, but I suggested waiting until we arrived in Bora Bora to have sex. Only because we were both hungover when we woke up in Las Vegas, then we had a flight to catch, and I wasn’t going to have sex with her as husband and wife on a fucking plane. No way.
But now. Now feels good, fucking perfect. “I could never say no to you, baby.”
I hold her tighter, my fingers slipping inside the tiny sliver of fabric that is nestled between her ass cheeks and shift it to the side.
With only the faint sound of waves hitting stilts and the distant call of seabirds, for a moment, it’s just us, the pool, the world shrinking despite the infinite expanse of our surroundings.
Then we kiss endlessly as I push one finger inside her slick heat, then another. “You’re always so wet for me, baby.”
It’s such a turn on knowing she wants me as much as I want her.
I take my time, working her mouth before she squirms against me, and only then do I push my finger in and out of her pussy, working her, getting her ready to take me.
Our panting breaths, our wet skin, and tongues are all I can focus on as she coats my fingers in her excitement, the energy becoming thicker with want and the need to consume each other.
Erika grabs my face and kisses me as if her life depends on it, using me like I’m her only source of air. The way she kisses me makes my world spin on its axis. No one has ever made me feel as if I could fly, but Erika does.
I shudder as the warm water laps around us, my desire at an all-time high as I walk us across to the side of the pool that looks out over the water.
“I want you, Leon. Make love to me.”
Sparks of joy and electricity surge through my body, my cock so hard it’s already leaking precum. Reaching the edge of the waist-deep water, I remove my fingers from her pussy and tap her ass, instructing her to unlock her legs from around my hips.
Her lips and body leave mine, and I already miss her touch.
Without being told, she undoes the spaghetti-thin string ties from around her neck, her back, and bikini bottoms, letting them float away and leaving her completely naked.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” She’s mine, all mine, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.
“Off.” She points to my swim trunks that look neon green under the blazing rays of the sun.
I remove them for her, my cock rock hard now; desperate to make love to my girl, it’s almost touching my stomach.
Her hands dip below the water, and I hiss when she cups my balls and gives them a squeeze before she runs the pad of her thumb over my Prince Albert piercing, my eyes closing.
“Fuck,” I inhale a sharp breath, because the way she’s playing with my piercing makes me hardwired for pleasure.
With every skim, I pull her closer to me because I’m going to come so fast if she doesn’t stop, so I grab her hand and spin her around, making her gasp.
“Are you trying to make me come?” My lips find the shell of her ear.
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?” I nibble and bite the sensitive spot behind her ear I know she loves. “Hands on the glass, baby,” I instruct, grateful that I had the sense to upgrade to a water bungalow with no neighbors, sitting out by itself on the peninsula.
She grips her hands around the glass edge of the pool, and I take my time to admire her gorgeous curves from behind. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl into her neck, digging my fingers into her hips.
Her hand reaches up to pull my mouth to hers, raking her hands into the hair at the back of my head. “Make love to me, Leon.”
Love.
No fucking.
Love. Pure and raw and the most incredible fucking feeling in the world.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I beg, sounding deeply desperate and like a man on the edge. Because I am. The need to ravish her is overwhelming.
“For better or worse, I’ll be by your side forever,” she cries out as I line the head of my cock with her entrance and insert myself inch by slow inch until I’ve bottomed out. Then I fuck her deeply, so deep she has to stretch up onto her tiptoes to take me.
I reach around and rub her clit in tiny, perfect circles that I know make her come so fast.
“Come for me, Mrs. Hill.”
“Uh-huh.”
Between me biting her shoulder, playing with her clit, and filling her pussy with my cock, she’s rendered speechless.
As I piston my hips faster, she whimpers and moans my name, her pants becoming short and stuttered. “That feels so good.”
I know it does because she told me my piercing felt better when I fucked her from behind, allowing my jewelry to drag across her G-spot.
When I pinch her clit, I strike into her, deep enough to puncture her cervix, hoping that one day I’ll fill her full of my baby—that thought alone has my balls drawing up tight into my body.
“Push back and fuck me, baby.”
She does as she’s told.
The sounds of slapping water and our moans of pleasure collide as we create our own melody of desire.
Under the water, I spank her clit, once, then again, and again and with one more punishing thrust, she lets go, coming all over my dick, her walls clenching around me and holding me in a tight vice that has me releasing hot ropes of cum.
Waves of pleasure ripple across my skin, my cock tingling and throbbing as I descend from my orgasm. Having never climaxed at the same time as anyone before, I realize she’s the one my body is synchronized with. We are perfectly aligned with one another.
I move in and out slowly, emptying myself completely, escorting her down from her high.
She looks at me over her shoulder.
“I love you,” she whispers. “But that was not making love, Leon.”
“Well, shit, I guess I’ll have to try again.”
Her eyes sparkle with amusement. “I think that was always your plan.”
It was. “We just consummated the marriage.”
“A marriage I don’t remember,” she replies. “I can’t even remember if we said vows.”
I remove myself from her body and urge her to turn to face me.
I go all in. “I, Leon James Hill, do take you, Erika Sarah Johansson, to be my lawful wedded wife. I vow to be your light in the dark, bring joy to your days, and I promise to support your dreams, laugh with you, and love you endlessly.”
Erika’s whole face lights up like the Fourth of July, then she leans in, wrapping her arms around my neck and gazing deep into my soul.
“I, Erika Sarah Johansson, vow to be your safe harbor in every storm. I promise to love you and cherish every sunset and sunrise, every quiet moment, every hectic day, and I swear to stick with you through every adventure. Today, now, always, and for the rest of our lives, I will always love you.”
When she kisses me, I know we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. Together.