34. Bali
Bali
Knox
My wife ripped her lips away from mine and squeaked when my dick caressed her spot. I smirked, knowing it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed and sent me spiraling after her. I found her lips again and laced my fingers through hers as I sluggishly plunged in and out of her.
It was day three of our honeymoon, and nothing short of a small miracle would drag me out of bed.
She can withdraw her consent, but the chance of that happening isn’t likely. The sex is just that phenomenal.
“This is the last round. I’m tapping out,” she mumbled before nipping my ear.
You know what? It’s my fault for saying something. Fuck. I didn’t even say anything—I thought it. But that shows how in-tune we are. Thus proving that we are perfect for each other.
“C’mon, Tori Montana. I know you’re not giving up that easily,” I taunted as I sped up my strokes.
“Fuck you, Gio,” she moaned as she began to meet my strokes.
“And you do it so well,” I replied. I laughed when she snatched her fingers from mine and placed her palm over my mouth.
“Just be quiet, ho. You’re gonna mess up my nut,” she hissed.
We can’t have that.
I pulled out of her toxic embrace and placed her legs on my shoulders.
We began to compete at who could moan louder than the other, but of course, my wife always had to best me.
She drowned me out easily as I delivered stroke after stroke as my climax built at the base of my dick.
I tried distracting myself from coming early by reminding myself we only had four more days of paradise before returning home, but that self-control went out the window when we made brief eye contact.
My wife’s eyes were deep and soulful, and I’d always been weak to those long lashes that she’d bat at me to get her way. But my ultimate undoing was when she mouthed that she loved me, sending me tumbling over the edge.
I emptied into her and dropped down to kiss her, wrapping her legs around my hip, and I prayed I didn’t soften before she came.
“Come on your husband’s dick, Mrs. Ramsey,” I said through gritted teeth, hoping her pussy would comply.
“I’m fucking coming,” she squealed, letting me have it. I closed my eyes and marveled at how her pussy gripped me for the hundredth time.
I lazily rocked in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, eventually stopping when her muscles relaxed and she went boneless. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped her when I pulled out and buried my face in her perspiring neck.
“Tell me you didn’t mean it,” I mumbled.
Even though I wasn’t looking at her, I could picture her brows scrunching together in bewilderment.
“Tell you I didn’t mean what?”
“That you’re tapping out.”
She patted my shoulder three times.
“I’m tapping out, Gio,” she said firmly. “We’ve been in Bali for three days, and I don’t even know what it looks like outside.”
“You’re a fucking liar, and the truth isn’t in you. I fucked you on the balcony yesterday in front of a magnificent view. You didn’t catch the ocean as I had you bent over the railing?”
“You know what?” I smirked, knowing she was about to let me have it. “I should’ve guessed triflin’ as your middle name because you’re never beating the allegations.”
“I might be triflin’, but at least I have knees.”
“The bar is in Hell where that snake nearly sent you,” she whispered as she attempted to wiggle from beneath me. I swiftly rolled off of her when I was reminded of Mini Montana.
I remained silent as I watched Victoria leave the bed and groaned when my dick started to perk up again. The shower cut on, and instead of joining my lovely wife and attempting to “talk her out of her panties” as she would say, I returned some neglected text messages.
Ma : I haven’t heard from either of you in three days. I’m getting a little worried. Did Victoria finish what that foul woman didn’t?
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
Me: I’m replying from the bottom of a ravine.
Ma: No one likes a smartass.
Me: I’d beg to differ. I wouldn’t be married otherwise.
Ma: A woman doesn’t have to like you to marry you.
Me: I’ll keep that in mind.
Ma: Send pictures when you can.
Me: I will.
Ms. Linda (Nurse): I don’t mean to interrupt your honeymoon, Mr. Ramsey, but you told me to notify you if Mrs. Caldwell’s status changed. As of yesterday, she’s no longer eating.
I sighed once I realized my mother-in-law wouldn’t make it to see her grandchild. We’d be lucky if she lasted until our return for Victoria to say her goodbyes.
Me: Very well. Please ensure she is comfortable.
The Defamers: We haven’t heard from our friend in three days. She better FaceTime us today by noon.
I put those two well-intentioned knuckleheads in a group chat because I was convinced they were functioning on one shared brain between them, and I didn’t want to have to repeat myself and answer multiple text messages.
Despite my slight disapproval of their smear campaign against me when Victoria and I went missing, even I had to acknowledge they were the best friends a woman could have. I’d forgive them… eventually.
Me : I will have her FaceTime you both once she’s out of the shower.
The Defamers: Okay, purr!
“What the fuck does that mean?” I spat, narrowing my eyes at the screen.
Polly Pocket: Where are the honeymoon pics that you promised? I’ll send the paps to your location if I don’t receive a Safe for Work picture for social media of you and Victoria frolicking on the beach by 5:00 PM.
Me: I can’t promise it’ll be suitable for work.
Time had gotten away from me as I responded to some crucial work emails regarding my grand departure. I glanced up from my phone when I heard an “ahem” in the background.
“Yes, dear?”
“You’re not supposed to be working during our honeymoon. That’s what Blakenship is for,” she reminded me.
“I’m not working. I’m transitioning,” I replied with a taunting smile.
“Hand over your phone,” she demanded, holding her hand out.
“No. I’m looking at porn.”
She quirked a brow.
“Really?” she questioned, folding her arms over her damp breasts. My eyes traveled down her physique, taking in her dark, moist skin and the short towel that barely stopped beneath her ass.
“Really.”
“What kind of porn?”
“My favorite kind—ebony BBW. I especially like the pornos that are in an office setting.”
She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from bursting out in laughter.
Eventually, she turned away when she couldn’t hide it any longer.
She could call me every name in the book and tell me how trifling I was, but unbeknownst to her, I could see her very clearly in the mirror, and she wore a grin from ear to ear.
“You’re so childish, and I regret ever setting foot on that plane with you.”
If she wants childish, then wait until she gets a hold of this….
“Okay, purr!”
I yelped when Victoria jumped on me and started hitting me with a pillow.
We wrestled for a few seconds before we called a truce because we were cramping with laughter.
We lay side by side, staring into each other’s tear-filled eyes.
I slipped my fingers between hers and brought her hand to my lips.
“I wanted you, and I got you,” I mumbled against her skin.
“And it only took a plane crash to get me.”
“Shhhh. The story we tell our child is that we had a passionate office romance—get with the picture.”
“I apologize. I forgot it was love at first sight, and I definitely never threatened to staple your lips together.”
I smiled.
“I like that version,” I agreed, kissing her luscious lips.
“You’ll never live to tell the story if you don’t feed me and take me to the beach.”
“Noted. Please dress inappropriately in one of those revealing bikinis you packed, return your friends’ calls, and join me on the balcony for breakfast.”
The mention of breakfast had her scurrying out of bed. I raised my hand up, stared at my wedding ring, and released a sigh of contentment.
I hadn’t lied when I said I wanted her and got her. My methods might have been a little unconventional, but the outcome was amazing. We were officially married, had a child on the way, and we finally made it to Bali. I couldn’t ask for anything else.