by Lexy Timms
But Abby’s laughter ripped me from my thoughts.
“Doris! Bernie! Over here!”
I smiled as Abby went running from the jewelry store and wrapped her arms around Doris.
“New friends?” the captain asked.
“Inspiring friends.” I paid for the ring that was on my finger so I could go out and talk with our friends. I slid it off my hand and handed it to the captain as we approached them on the sidewalk. Doris and Bernie were all smiles as they turned to me, and Bernie offered me his hand for a shake.
“I hear you’re about to make an honest woman out of Abby,” he said.
“That’s the plan,” I said.
“Do you guys have anyone to witness the wedding?” Doris asked.
“I think that’s what Abby is probably wanting to ask you,” I said, grinning broadly.
“Would you guys come? Please?” Abby asked. “Doris, we could get you some flowers from the shop to hold.”
“None of that is necessary, sweetheart,” Doris said. “All that matters is the love the two of you obviously have for each other.”
“Where are you guys gonna tie the knot?” Bernie asked.
“We were thinking about a small beachside wedding. The captain is going to officiate, all we would need is to hop a ride somewhere,” I said.
“I’m actually familiar with the island. If you want to follow me, there’s a wonderful space about a mile west of here,” the captain said.
“Lead the way,” I said.
The four of us walked with the captain as Abby handed her ring off to Bernie. The three of them were talking to themselves as we walked away from the hustle and bustle of the island. Bernie kept shooting me grins and looks every once in a while, and every time I caught his eye I felt my cheeks burn.
Then, he pulled away from the women to come walk by my side.
“She’ll keep you on your knees,” he said.
“What?” I asked, wondering where this conversation was going.
“Once you give your heart to a woman, that’s it. She’ll make you weak for the rest of your life. And somehow, it will make you the strongest you’ve ever felt.”
“I didn’t actually think how I was feeling could be put into words until you said that, Bernie.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve been married fifty years and I only recently got it right myself,” he said.
The captain led us through a small patch of brush before we were dumped out onto a secluded beach. The crystal waters were reflecting rainbows painted by the sun and the sand was like powder beneath our feet. I heard Abby gasp at its quiet beauty as the ocean went on for miles. The luscious green trees cut us off from the rest of the world as perfect seashells lined the shore.
It was perfect. Everything about this was perfect.
The captain gave my ring to Doris as the four of us situated ourselves in the sand. The crystal waves were licking against our feet as the captain stood proud and tall. The wind was blowing Abby’s mahogany brown locks around her face as her dress kicked up to her thighs. My hands were shaking as I held hers, and tried to convince myself that this was really happening.
I was marrying the very woman I had convinced myself didn’t exist for me.
“As we gather here on this secluded island beach, we are reminded of the beauty and innocence of how love begins. Fresh and new, such love is unmuddled by the turmoil of life. These two who stand here before me have decided to embrace one another. They have decided to cling to each other and walk through life facing the oncoming storms together, no longer trying to do it alone.”
The captain’s words hit home for me, and I felt tears rush to my eyes as I looked at Abby’s smiling face.
“Do the two of you have your own vows?” the captain asked.
“I’d like to say something, yes,” I said.
I turned around and got Abby’s ring from Bernie before I took her left hand within mine.
“For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer. Whenever you are sick or whenever you’re happy—I can promise you one thing. There will never be a time when someone else will be more important to me than you. There will never be a time when my company is more important to me than you. I thought that after I’d built my empire, there wouldn’t be any more room for someone to share my life with. I thought that my company would be my first and only love. But then I met you, Abby, and I realized that I’d always had a spot reserved for you. A spot I tried to fill with my company, to make me feel less alone in the world. You not only uncovered that revealing truth, but you stepped right into that spot, that hole. And no matter what, I will always be working to make sure that you know you come first.”
I slid her ring on her finger before I brought her hand to my lips. I saw a tear streaming down her cheek as Doris handed her my ring, then she took my hand in hers and cleared her throat.
“For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer. Whenever you’re sick or whenever you’re happy—I can promise you one thing.”
She slid my ring onto my finger before she looked straight into my eyes.
“I am done running,” she said.
Scooping her into my arms, I crashed my lips against hers. Her hands clasped my shirt, pulling me closer to her as Doris and Bernie clapped. The captain was chuckling at us as my tongue swiped across her lips, begging to taste her sweetness as the breeze from the ocean kicked up. It swirled around us, pushing us closer into each other’s embrace as my arms cloaked her back.
“I love you,” she said, into my lips.
“I love you, too,” I said, breathlessly.
“By the power vested in me by the State of California and the cruise line itself, I now pronounce you husband and wife. I’d tell you to kiss to the bride and all that, but it looks like you guys have that down,” the captain said.
I brought Abby against my body as Doris and Bernie cheered. Our bodies swayed in the breeze as we dug our toes into the sand. I buried my nose into the crook of her neck and took in the smell of her body.
Abby Thompson was now my wife, and the realization left me at a loss for words.
The captain pulled a pen from his pocket and we all signed the marriage certificate. Bernie and Doris signed as witnesses and I watched as Abby changed her name and officially became ‘Abby Thompson Murphy.’ A sense of pride unlike anything I’d ever felt trickled around my body from head to toe as the world faded around me. I wrapped her in my arms again as I held the marriage certificate, clinging to it just like I clung to her. I swept her off her feet and carried her off the beach, our lips giving in to the strong attraction.
We bid Doris and Bernie goodbye before I swept her off her feet again. They were going to explore more of the island, and I was taking my newly-wedded wife back to our room. I carried her up the bridge back to the ship as the captain followed us, and there was a crowd of people gathered on board. They turned and began clamoring toward us, but the captain intervened, as he stood in front of us and held out his hands.
“These two beautiful people have just declared their love for one another. Give them some space and allow them to enjoy their time together.”
“Did they get married!?” someone shouted.
“She’s wearing a white dress, you think that’s what they did?”
“Colin!? Are you and Abby married!?”
The crowd began to grow restless and I was ready to whisk Abby away. I was ready to push her through the crowd while the captain held them off so I could get her back to the room. But instead of feeling her cling to me, I felt her slip from my hands. Then, I watched her square her shoulders and step up beside the captain.
“We did get married, yes,” Abby said with a smile. “It was a beautiful, private ceremony. Full of love, light and sand.”
Everyone erupted into cheers and clapping as Abby stood her ground.
“Did you guys have your own vows?”
“Who witnessed the ceremony?”
“What kind of kisser is Colin!?”
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Abby giggled as she looked back at me, her eyes full of life and her body relaxed for the first time in days.
“We did have our own vows, a wonderful couple we’ve come to regard as friends here on the ship witnessed the ceremony, and he is a fabulous kisser,” she said.
With every question they threw her way, she had a response. She was quick, light on her feet, and handled the crowd really well. People wanted us to pose for pictures, so she slipped her arm around me, and lean her body into mine as people snapped photos of us. Instead of running in fear like she had before, she was cradled next to me as I held her close. I looked down at her in awe as her eyes looked up towards mine. I bent down to kiss her lips as everyone struck up their cheers again.
When the crowd was done and the questions had been fielded, Abby and I walked freely down towards the elevator. The captain escorted us back to our room and promised to get our marriage certificate faxed to my lawyer immediately, saying he would bring it back once he was done.
“Just slip it under the door,” I said. “We’ll get it when we get up.”
“Are the two of you going to make it for dinner? Or should I have the chef fix you something special?” he asked.
“That won’t be necessary,” Abby said. “We’ll find something when we’re ready.”
The captain bid us farewell as she closed the door behind us, then her sights were set on me. A darkness drifted over her gaze, erasing the innocence she had donned on the beach. She stepped towards me, her hands peeling the spaghetti straps off her shoulders before her dress piled to the floor. She was now wearing only a delicate, lacy yellow number that barely covered her up. My cock immediately began to grow against my pants.
“Well, Mrs. Murphy. That’s quite an outfit you had hiding underneath that dress,” I said.
Her hands fisted my shirt and brought my lips dangerously close to her own.
“I figured you would enjoy it,” she said.
Chapter 20
Abby
We fell back on to the bed as our lips collided. His hands slid down my skin, caressing my body as my legs threaded around his waist. Our tongues danced a sweet, desperate tango, and I could feel him rising against my pelvis.
One by one, our pieces of clothing slid from our bodies. Our tongues tasted each other’s skin and our lips nipped at each other’s necks. His breath was heavy on my breasts and my panting had become audible. His body slid down mine until he was perched between my legs and kneeling on the floor. I could feel his hands exploring me, parting my folds and slipping slowly into my entrance. I back arched into him just as his tongue came down onto my swollen nub, and I began seeing stars as he crooked his fingers within me.
“Colin. Oh, yes.”
I propped my heels up onto his shoulders and opened my body for him. His tongue was magic, raking electricity all along my nerves. I was rolling into his lips, trying to find more of what he could give me. His fingers stretched me as my arousal dripped down my crevices, leaking into orifices that had never been touched by a man before.
My toes curled into his shoulders as my back bowed dangerously tight. I shivered and shook as my climax blew through my body, leaving me breathless as stars burst in my vision. I was heaving for air as his tongue rode me through it, shivering my body and rendering my legs useless. I dropped back to the mattress as Colin gave me one last lick, then he rushed up my body and crashed his lips into mine.
I could taste myself on him as I rolled him over. I grabbed his cock and slid it into me, groaning as he stretched me further. His hands dug into me as he sat up, our chests flush with one another. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked deep into his eyes, watching as a broad smile pierced his passionate gaze.
“I love you so much, Mrs. Murphy.”
“And I love you, Mr. Murphy.”
We kissed as he picked me up from the bed. He carried me over to the glass and pinned me to it. His hands were beside my head as his hips began to roll, his cock throbbing deep within my body. It all felt so surreal. So genuine and true and romantic. My back was to the ocean and my face was to the man I loved. His lips traveled down my neck, fluttering my walls and filling my body with a blind heat. Fire started in my pelvis and spread throughout my body, threatening to pull me into its raging wildfire as Colin picked up his pace.
Time and time again, he thrust himself into my body. He grunted into my neck as I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin. I was helpless against his attack. Helpless against the thrusting that brought my body closer to his raging fire. I was losing myself in the smokiness of his eyes. The way his forehead connected with mine as our lips left feather-light touches on each other’s skin. His muscles flexed against me as his cock grew larger, and soon my head was thrown back into the glass as I called his name out into the room.
“Yes, Colin. Holy shit!”
My body sucked him in deep as I trembled with my second climax. I could feel my juices down my legs, soaking him in my scent. I leaned heavily against the glass as he pinned me there, caught between the coolness of the ocean breeze and the warm strength of his chest.
Then he put me down on my shaking legs and turned me around to look at the ocean.
I gazed out upon the crystal clear waters as his hands meandered down my body. My forehead fell onto the glass as his hand caressed my ass. He was kneading my cheeks, his eyes exploring me as his thumb dipped into my crack.
My body clenched instantly before his lips pressed against my neck.
“Are you okay?” Colin asked.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Just wondering.”
He wiggled his thumb against my puckered hole, slicking himself in the arousal that had gotten trapped there.
“Wondering what?” he asked.
His thumb breached my hole and I hissed. My legs wanted to push him away, but my mind was spinning with ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I felt like a virgin, being spread for the first time as a man explored my body.
“Wondering what you’re about to do,” I said, with a whisper.
“Well,” he said, as he nibbled along my neck. “I figured I could—do a bit of exploring.”
His thumb pressed all the way into my body and I moaned into the glass. Fog was covering my outline as my hands pressed into my reflection. I could feel my knees growing weak as Colin wrapped his arm around me. His cock was throbbing relentlessly against my back as his thumb flexed and bent within my asshole.
It felt so good, and all I wanted was more.
He slid his finger from my ass before his cock slid between my legs. He coated himself in my wetness, then situated himself at my virginal entrance. His teeth grazed along my shoulder, making me shiver me to my core as he pressed his tip into me.
I groaned and winced as he slowly spread my ass.
“A little at a time,” he said, as he kissed my skin. “Just relax.”
I shook as he inched his way into me. Pain ricocheted along the limbs of my body as I screwed my eyes shut. His touch was so gentle and his cock was sturdy. He controlled every movement he made as he nipped at my back. With every inch I took, I wanted him to be done. There was no way my ass could take anymore, especially knowing all that he had to give.
But he kept inching his way forward and it left me breathless.
Finally, he bottomed out in me and I gasped for air. He pressed his body into mine as he pinned me to the glass. We watched the rolling waves knock up against the docked boat, his hands running up my arms to find my fingers. He laced them together, our bodies fully intertwined.
Then slowly, he pulled out.
The moan I let out was nothing short of pornographic. It shocked even myself. My eyes widened as he slid back in, my legs bouncing and jolting as his girth ripped me apart in all the best ways.
“So tight for me,” Colin said. “So good. Are you okay?”
I nodded into the glass as I pushed my ass back into his hips.
His motions were slow. Lazy.
Languid. Drawing me to a precipice I didn’t think existed. His hands roamed my body, massaging my breasts and gripping my hips as he filled me time and time again. I reached back for his hair and pulled him into me, feeling his sweating warmth as his hands drifted down my stomach.
Drifted down to my pussy.
Drifted down to my clit.
He found that beautiful little nub and quickly began to circle it. I found myself breathless as his thrusting became faster. I clung to the glass as his fingertips worked my body, and I found my hips pressing desperately back into him. He kissed up and down my spine as I bent over at the waist, sticking my ass out for him. His fingers pressed into my clit and I felt my body go slack, and his arm came around my body to catch me before I plummeted to the floor.
Colin turned me around and bent me against the bed. My cheek was pressed into the sheets as he continued to kiss every inch of skin he could find. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head as his body pounded into mine.
I could feel myself reaching my end as his dick pulsed deep within my ass.
“Abby. Holy—holy fuck. You’re so—I love—amazing—oh, shit.”
He thrust into me one last time and I felt him pop. His fingers pressed deep into my pussy, releasing the euphoria my own body had been building. I felt my ass clamp down onto him, holding him in a vice grip as his teeth sunk into my shoulder. Our bodies undulated into each other, pulling orgasms from the other as our bodies sunk to the floor.
Tears of happiness trickled down my cheeks as Colin stayed within me.
“Just—can we lay like this—for a—a second?” Colin asked.
“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly. “That’s just fine with me.”
Colin reached up for the comforter and pulled it over our bodies as we both gazed out over the expansive beauty of the ocean.
“Will you move in with me?” Colin asked.
“I suppose I should, since we’re married and all,” I said.
“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll help you move.”
“I guess it helps that I didn’t unpack my boxes, huh?” I asked.
“Can I ask why?”