by Haley Travis
“Say it, Mia,” he said quietly. It felt like he had stopped breathing.
“You know, what if we had a vacation fling? What if we let ourselves go and completely enjoyed each other while we’re here, then went back to real life next–”
His lips crushed against mine, the excitement flowing through both of us like fire. His hands were everywhere, stroking me, pulling me against him, and the extent of his arousal was surprising. I’ve never felt a man harden while pressed against me, and it was incredibly sensual. He was hungry for me, and both of our bodies were responding so strongly it was fascinating.
“Mia, are you sure?” he whispered, his lips trailing down my jaw, my neck, my throat.
I gasped, squeaking out, “Yes. Extremely sure.”
He took my hand and led me back to our villa, while I concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. It was tricky to stop myself from running. I desperately needed to be alone with my new husband.
The second we were in the door, Jacob pulled me against him. He was absolutely gorgeous, and so sexy that I was actually nervous.
He kissed me softly, almost dreamily as he unfastened my bikini top. The instant he let it fall, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking gently. My hands were wandering across his broad shoulders, pulling him close as I gasped. He switched to the other side, lapping at my peak as it tightened against his mouth.
For once I wasn’t embarrassed that my body was showing its arousal. We had been so open about everything else. He had to already know how much I wanted him.
Straightening up to kiss me, I could feel him stiffening against me again, the physical evidence of how much he desired me making my heart gallop.
Pulling me sideways in shuffling steps, we reached the bed. Dropping to his knees, he pulled my bottoms down slowly as if unwrapping a gift. His mouth pressed against my skin, kissing me gently as he slid the wet fabric down my legs so I could step out.
He spread my legs slightly, kissing down the top of my mound, wet and open-mouthed. Gripping my wiggling hips, in his large hands, he tried to hold me still.
“So beautiful,” he said softly, standing up slowly as he kissed all the way up my body until his lips were nestled at the side of my neck. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you with your crossword.”
I drew in a choppy breath, but he could feel me trembling. Scooping me up in those thick arms, he laid me in the center of the bed. “Are you sure, Mia?”
“Yes,” I breathed, kissing him hungrily as I tried to reach to pull off his swim trunks.
He laughed, yanking them off for me, then lying beside me. I reached out to capture his shaft in my fingers, and tried not to gasp. It was quite a bit bigger and thicker than I had ever experienced before, and the texture of his skin was silky even though the stiff core was throbbing.
Jacob’s hand glided between my legs, exploring my skin as he opened my folds gently. “You’re so delicious,” he murmured, sucking my left nipple into his hot mouth, massaging my breast with one hand while slipping a finger inside me.
I moaned, arching my back slightly as my body surrendered to him. Everything was tingling and oversensitive, as it felt like my pulse was vibrating just below my skin. Jacob added a second finger inside me, opening me gently as he took long, slow strokes.
“I love that you’re so wet for me,” he muttered into my breast.
Running my fingers up and down along his prick, I managed to stifle a giggle. “I’m glad I’m wet if I’m going to be dealing with this.”
He laughed as he kissed up my throat again. I jumped slightly as he stroked a fingertip over my swollen clit. My hand was running along his sensitive skin faster, and I realized I was becoming positively desperate for him to take me.
Suddenly he froze, his eyes growing wide. “I’m on the pill,” I said quickly, and he immediately began breathing again.
“Thanks. I don’t have condoms with me. I didn’t think...”
“That your new wife would want you?” I kissed him hard, not caring how needy I probably seemed.
Throwing his leg over so he was on top of me, my thighs spread wide as I ran my thumb around the tip of his shaft. “Allow me,” he said, as I released him, wrapping my hands around his neck.
He dragged the thick head between my folds several times, nudging against my clit until I quivered with need. Then he entered me just an inch, opening my passage slowly. My whole body was tight with tension. The pressure increased gently as I opened for him, as he began taking tentative strokes inside my now dripping pussy.
“Oh,” I gasped, “Yes… More…” My hips were rocking up to meet his as his huge cock gently filled me. I’d never been this comfortable with a guy, and it was making me feel sexy as hell.
Looking up to meet Jacob’s eyes, he looked like he couldn’t believe what was happening. “Mia,” he whispered, nuzzling my ear, “You feel so perfect it’s overwhelming.”
I was feeling the same way, but couldn’t express anything in words at the moment. Drowning in sensation, my body was overloading as he thrust deeper, then deeper, as I opened wider for him. His chiseled torso was rocking against me as my hands skimmed down the back of his shoulder blades, holding him close.
His skin was grazing my clit with every stroke, and I felt deep waves of pleasure building inside me. Then I felt something I’ve never experienced before, as his cock bottomed out inside me.
“That feels amazing,” I moaned.
Jacob nodded, lost in the moment as he kissed my neck, nuzzled my throat, then returned to my lips for a moment. The friction of his thickness sinking inside me, the overwhelming feeling of being captured under him, every deep desire I’d ever had was taking over.
“Tell me if this is too much, baby.” His voice was hoarse with lust as he thrust more firmly, quicker.
Perhaps it was knowing that we should not be doing this, or that I hadn’t been touched by a man in far too long, but I could feel the climax of a lifetime building slowly inside me. My breath was getting shaky as my hips were bucking up into him faster. His eyes were burning into me fiercely, causing shivers of pure lust to race down my spine.
One of his hands slid down my back to cup the curve of my ass, tilting me up against him so he could plunge even deeper. I gasped, squirming as my body began to prickle with the gathering tension.
“Mia,” he groaned, his breathing labored as he possessed me completely.
I whimpered as he drove between my slick pussy lips, grinding against my aching clit a little quicker. My moaning was getting louder as my fingers dug into the back of his neck, his shoulders, stroking along his skin as we moved together. Shivering in pleasure, it felt like our bodies were burning as we kissed hungrily, absorbing each other’s heat.
“I need to feel you come,” he breathed, his eyes locked with mine as I began to quake deep within. I had practically lost control of my motor functions, but nodded slightly.
His naughty crooked smile drove me even crazier. “That’s it, gorgeous,” he groaned, his steady rhythm and deep, powerful thrusts almost knocking the air from me. “Let yourself go, baby.”
My thighs begin to tremble as my hips tightened and I felt myself squeezing his throbbing thickness deep. I shrieked as the orgasm slammed through me. The pleasure was so absolutely pure. Primal and perfect.
“Oh fuck, oh… Mia…” he growled, then he kissed me hard, almost violently as he exploded deep inside me. The sensation of him filling me with wet bursts of heat was too much to take, and I screamed against his lips while we shook together.
“My beautiful angel,” he murmured, kissing along my cheekbone to my ear, nibbling my ear lobe as he carefully lifted some of his weight off me.
Lying beside me, he kept me pressed tightly against him, as he searched my eyes.
“That was…” I shook my head, and couldn’t help giggling. He raised an eyebrow, but he was grinning too. “I want to say that was fabulous, amazing, stunning, but that sounds a little bit
much.”
Jacob kissed my nose. “All of that and more, baby.” Then he looked serious. Cupping my face in his hand, he asked softly, “Mia, was that too rough for you?”
I shook my head, giggling again. “Not even close.”
He breathed a huge sigh of relief, as I tucked my head into his shoulder. Then I laughed for a second. He kissed my forehead. “What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”
“I assure you that foul words would never pass these lips,” he said in his snobbiest voice.
“Fine, you just lie here being a liar.”
Even though it was early, we dozed off for a nap. I tried to think only positive thoughts, not allowing myself to think about whether changing our balance was the safest thing in this situation. Anything that felt that amazing had to be right.
M I A
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PRACTICE
Jacob had been so wonderful, so attentive over the past few days, that I felt like a spoiled princess. I’d never lived in a world where one could snap their fingers and have their favorite meal or new clothing brought within half an hour. It was outrageous.
Part of me was astounded that all of the amenities of this hotel were even real. And part of me felt guilty for indulging. But not making the most of this honeymoon, a gift from my new mother in law, didn’t seem right either. She would likely be expecting us to spend at least three times as much. I tried to justify it by thinking of the detailed stories she would want upon our return.
We were here, we had two days left, and we may as well make the most of it.
As I got ready for our fancy dinner out, I did my makeup exactly like Jacob’s favorite actress, with simple smoky eyes, glossy lips, and tousled hair. With a body-skimming backless silver dress and positively dangerous heels, I looked more overtly sexual than I’d ever appeared in my life. It was unnerving, but I knew that he’d be amused.
I couldn’t think of any way I could possibly repay Jacob for his kindness and attention. He had everything he could possibly desire. What could I possibly give him? The obvious answer to what every man wants popped into my head, and I laughed out loud to myself.
“What’s so funny in there?” he asked through the door.
“Nothing,” I said, coming out quickly and appreciating the way his jaw dropped open.
“There is no way in hell we’re going out of this room with you looking like that,” he joked.
“Oh, we’re not leaving for a few minutes,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. I unfastened his belt, pulled his pants and shorts down, then motioned for him to sit.
His face was a gorgeous mixture of confusion and awe as he sat. “What’s up?” he asked with mock suspicion.
I knelt before him, leaning forward so that he could look straight down my dress to see I wasn’t wearing a bra. “I need to ask you a favor.”
“With my pants down? Sure,” he chuckled.
Reaching forward, I gently wrapped my hands around his shaft, pleased that he was stiffening quickly just from looking at me. Stroking him gently, I looked up, licking my lips.
“You see, I don’t have nearly enough practice giving blow jobs. It’s a life skill that all women should have.”
He shifted his hips down, relaxing into my hands. “Lesbians likely don’t need that skill.”
“Excellent point. But I feel that I should study this particular area in a bit more detail.” I ran my tongue around his thick head while staring up into his eyes. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he grinned. His eyes were blazing and his voice was tight. It thrilled me that he was this excited.
His thickness swelled in my hands as I skimmed my fingers gently along his skin, wrapping my lips around the head, slipping him between my lips. His soft groan made me even bolder, and I leaned forward, enveloping most of his prick with my warm, wet mouth.
Working my hands and lips together, I glided up and down his cock, which had grown to a point where it seemed absolutely huge. With each stroke, I tried to take him a little further down my throat.
Unlike some guys who became rowdy and forceful, he stayed perfectly still, allowing me to experiment with speed and pressure. I was able to take long, gentle strokes, fluttering my tongue along the underside, and flicking around the curve at the tip where it seemed extra sensitive.
I noticed that he seemed to enjoy it when I squeezed the base a little more firmly, and when I used a light touch, then suddenly a bit more pressure.
His hand stroked my hair gently, not pulling at my head or changing my speed or intensity. “Mia, that feels perfectly amazing.”
I looked up at him, and he was positively beaming. Sucking harder, I could feel my cheeks pull inward.
Relaxing my throat, I breathed carefully through my nose as I took him deeper. My hands pressed harder, moving faster. His fingers clutched the back of my hair. Taking him a pinch further with each stroke, I pressed my lips firmly against his skin, trying to cover him completely. Increasing my pace, I could feel him begin to tense. His eyes were wild as he stared at me.
“Mia… I’m–”
“Mmm hmm,” I encouraged, swallowing as much of his luscious cock as I possibly could, moving more quickly until I was outright fucking him with my mouth. His breathing became strange, so I latched on harder.
He suddenly grabbed the back of my head, holding me still as he came, his shaft lurching in my mouth as he released warm, salty bursts of cum down my throat while he groaned loudly.
He released me quickly, seeming shocked. I swallowed hard, licking him lightly so that he could tuck himself away.
“I’m sorry I grabbed you like that,” he said quietly, falling back against the couch.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand dramatically and grinned, genuinely proud of myself. “I liked it. Seemed like that was rather intense.”
Jacob nodded. “Uh huh.” His eyes were glazed and his breathing was still a bit rapid.
I stood up, smoothing my dress. “I’ll just fix my lip gloss, then we can go.”
Returning in a few moments after using mouthwash and freshening up, Jacob was standing by the door, grinning so wide I would have thought he had just won the lottery. Although on second thought, that wouldn’t be as much of a big deal to him as it was to some people.
He grabbed me as if to kiss me, then frowned. “Stupid lip gloss.” His lips trailed down my throat as he stroked my back softly. The heat between us was growing, and I was about to pull him to the bed when he straightened me up.
“Mia, you always impress me. But that was incredible.” He winked. “You little liar. You certainly don’t need any practice.”
“Actually,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush, “That was only my second attempt.”
“Well, damn,” he said, leading us to the door. “In that case, let’s have you practice every day. I’m happy to make the sacrifice.” We laughed all the way to dinner.
JACO B
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DINNER
I had thought Mia was rather shy and reserved. But when she wanted to show a guy a good time, she certainly went all out. I was still shocked at how much I wanted her, and was so relieved that she was the one who brought up having a fling while we were here.
It was fascinating how proud I felt every time I noticed another man was staring at her. Mia was mine. My wife. My partner. Even if was only for a year, and there were a lot of things we had to figure out along the way, for now at least, she was all mine.
Throughout dinner she was giving me her saucy little smile. Finally I couldn’t resist asking. “You’re in a fabulous mood. What are you thinking about?”
She took a tiny bite of her steak and shook her head.
“You know I’ll tease it out of you.”
Mia pursed her lips as if she were pretending to be angry, but just looked even cuter.
“Okay, fine. You’re thinking about something naughty.” The faint blush
that instantly stained her cheeks told me that I was correct. “You’re thinking about what I’m going to do to you as soon as we’re back in our room.”
She immediately looked out the window across the ocean. I gave her foot a tap under the table. “Fine then. Just sit there being obvious. Don’t be mad that I can read you like a book.”
Mia grinned at me, tilting her head, spilling her hair across the very slightly tanned skin of her shoulder. “You just think you know everything, don’t you?”