“Good, because I was going to suggest perhaps just a plate for each of us, but if it gets eaten, then we can continue with this setup.”
“Relax, darling. We’re on our honeymoon. You don’t need to save the world. Everything here runs quite efficiently, as you’ll see.”
“Hmmmph. Did you just hear yourself, Apolo? Honeymoon?”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, putting his hand up in a mock surrender. “You’ve made your point. Now, let’s eat, and then perhaps you’ll get dressed? I’d like to take you on a tour of the island.”
I replied through a mouthful of egg, “Yes, I’d like that.”
* * * *
Apolo’s island was beautiful, of course, as was any island in the Caribbean. He had left a large portion of it unspoiled. The area served as a green space, if you will. On the far side was where the people who worked for him lived.
They had everything they could possibly want. Apolo had it arranged for his helicopter to be on standby and had supplies brought in by various means. They worked a decent-sized plot of land that held sugarcane and pineapple. Whatever they made off the fruit was theirs to keep. Thus, the people who lived here were, for the most part, self-sufficient.
The section of island where we were staying consisted of the main house, which was big enough to hold a small party, but nothing larger. He had no intention of turning it into any sort of resort. Apolo didn’t offer it to anyone, but had the option to accommodate more people should he choose to share his hideaway. Somehow, I didn’t see that happening. Several out buildings dotted the landscape, including a boathouse on one of the two massive docks.
“What do you think?” he asked as we pulled up in front of it an hour or so later.
“Wow! We need to come here more often, Apolo. It’s truly impressive what you’ve done with it.”
“And we shall. Once we move, and I get settled into my new position, we’ll be back.”
“So, what else?”
“I thought we’d have a lunch packed for us and take one of the boats out. I can show you everything from the water. I know of a perfectly private cove where we could eat and relax for a while.”
“Sounds perfect.” I leaned toward him for a kiss. He accommodated me with one that was delicious, erotic, and very tempting. He smelled intoxicatingly like the man I loved. And the kiss was a promise of what would come later in the afternoon.
“Let’s head back to the house and get ready. I’ll make sure the boat and lunch are readied.”
“Hurry up, Choice. I’m three steps ahead of you,” I teased, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
“Eager, are we?”
“You’ll never know by standing here flapping your jaws, senator. Now, get this thing in gear.”
Later, Apolo led me from the boat to a secluded section of beach in the cove. It was hidden from above by trees and shrubs.
“It’s perfect,” I blurted out.
I sat down on the edge of a felled tree, which now looked more like driftwood, and removed my shoes and socks. I followed by unzipping my shorts and letting them fall over my hips to the ground. I tugged the gauzy T-shirt I had on over my head.
The next thing I knew, Apolo was in front of me. I felt his hands on my body as he unfastened the hook at the front of my bra and tossed it aside, caressing my breasts as they swelled into his palms. He had already stripped. I stared at him, his wide shoulders, sculpte abs, and lean hips. He was already hard.
He planted a soft kiss on my lips, his mouth gentle on mine, tasting, exploring, then deepening, turning hot and wet.
“God, I want you.” I moaned as he kissed me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth and tangling with mine.
The kiss went on and on, deep and hot and arousing. He nipped an earlobe, kissed the side of my neck, trailed kisses over my shoulder, and took the fullness of my breast into his mouth. He sucked and teased, and I trembled at his touch. My legs felt weak, and my body was wet with the need to join with him.
His hands slid lower, one curving over my bottom while the other slipped inside my panties, sifting through the tight, dark curls between my legs. Then, he began to stroke me. I arched my back to give him better access. He slid my panties down, and I slipped out of them, tossing them onto the sand next to my bra.
He kissed me deeply one last time, before turning toward the petrified tree. I bent over, flattening my palms on the warm wood as he moved in behind me.
His fingers found my softness, sank in, and slid out before sinking in again. Ripples of heat washed over me. It was sex, raw and hot, and yet, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel, there was more to it than that.
I felt his erection at my entrance as he positioned himself and drove deeply inside. He gripped my hips, and I moaned at the feel of his hard length, the heavy thrust and drag as he moved in and out, driving deeper, faster, making my stomach quiver. My head fell back as need, sweet and fierce, tore through me.
“Caitlyn…” he whispered, thrusting into me again, taking his pleasure, yet giving me pleasure, as well.
I whimpered his name as I reached my peak and began to come, tightening around him like a hot, wet glove. The pleasure went on and on, bright lights and sweetness expanding until I could hardly breathe. I was beginning to spiral down when I felt him come hard, spilling his seed deep within me.
He pulled me back against his chest, holding me gently, softly kissing the nape of my neck. “I love you, Caitlyn. God, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Apolo.”
“You ready to head back? Or should we find another beach to christen?”
“Perv!” I teased, reaching to pick up my clothes. “However, we need to take advantage of our situation, and I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”
“Oh, I intend to, babe. You won’t be able to walk by the time we leave.”
I leaned into him and kissed him. “I think I’ll love every minute of it, too. Now, let’s get our lunch, and enjoy this magnificent view.”
We dressed and slowly began walking toward the boat. I linked my arm in his as we did, resting my head against his shoulder. As we approached, he broke our link and climbed up into the craft. Handing me the rather large basket, he clambered back over the side to join me. Taking the basket from me again, he pointed to a clearing just off the beach. With a clear view of everything around, it was the perfect place to enjoy our picnic.
Once there, Apolo placed the basket on the ground, allowing me to ready things. I found a large tablecloth on top of our lunch and handed it to him to spread out for us. As he did, I began to unpack our meal. An assortment of salami and cheese, along with a selection of fruit, made for a simple, and easy picnic. I spied a bottle of chilled, white wine to one side. I handed it, along with a cork screw, to Apolo for his expert touch.
I watched as he sat down on the edge of cloth and opened the bottle effortlessly. Passing him two glasses, I joined him. Accepting one back, I took a sip. “This was a nice idea. In fact, this whole trip was genius. I’m loving the peace, aren’t you?”
I noted a naughty grin on those luscious lips of his as he lowered his glass. “Yes, very much so. The appetizer in particular was extremely delectable.”
“Pervert!” I teased. “Seriously, how did you come to own your own island?”
“The peace and quiet, like you mentioned. I don’t find the entire idea of going to a resort, say, and staying in some sort of hotel with a gazillion people waiting on you a vacation. No, the idea of this island appealed to me. Plus I’m helping out a few dozen families. We help each other. That old, weathered building on the edge of the cove? Restored inside by some of my employees. From the outside, you’d never know it housed jet skis and that sort of thing. Simplicity.”
“Sort of like the cabin in Georgia.”
“Exactly. Here, as well as there, I can completely lose myself. If I want to communicate with the outside world, it’s certainly at my disposal. I’m smart enough to know I can’t hide fore
ver, but the short times I can get away from it all, I prefer to go to either place. And now, of course, you’re included in all this.”
“There’s not much way, at least here, that the paparazzi or anyone can ruin things.”
“True. Oh, I’m sure there are a few ingenious enough to figure out a way to get their tabloid shots, but they’re going to have to really work for them.”
“So, mister big shot,” I said, passing him a plate I’d filled with food while he was talking, “Just the sun and us for how long?”
“A week. I know that’s not long, Caitlyn. However, there is a method to the madness. While everyone is expecting us to be gone two weeks, you and I will fly directly to Washington from here.”
“You mean we won’t go back to Atlanta?”
“Not right away. We’re going to go to Washington and spend the remaining time we have settling into our new home, while still on our honeymoon. Just you and me, no staff. Then, we’ll return to Atlanta for a couple of days. I have a few things to wrap up before we begin our new life in Washington.”
“What could you possibly have left to wrap up in Atlanta? I thought you did all that before the wedding?”
“For the most part, yes. I want to make sure a few things are going forward according to my direction.”
“I see. Okay, we have, what, five, six days left, is that what you’re telling me?”
“Hmmm, something like that. Why?”
“This is the deal, husband. No talk of business or the outside world while we’re here. If you have to see to business, do it before I get up in the morning, like we discussed earlier. Otherwise, it’s you and me. This, and hopefully our remaining time in Washington, is the last truly private time we’re going to have. I want to keep it that way and savor every moment. Any problems with that?”
“None, my love. None at all.” He raised wine to his lips, obviously in an attempt to hide the smirk that I caught anyway.
“Good, now let’s eat. Then, perhaps we can do some further exploring.”
* * * *
Apolo
The best investment I have ever made by far has been this island. Caitlyn is right, we need to make more use of it. Problem is, when will I find the time with this new senate seat? No matter, the moments I have extended periods of break will perhaps work.
It is the ideal place to come. No interference from the outside world, unless I, or rather we, want it. It is truly being in your own spot of paradise. And as with my cabin in Georgia, only two or three people even know it exists at present. I would say that would continue to be the case, but it will be hard to contain my overenthusiastic bride. I’m okay if people know that I own an island. They’d have to look real hard to find its location.
There’s something so primal about having sex outdoors. Hell, sex anywhere with Caitlyn is primal. She brings out the beast in me. Since the first time we had sex, I knew we were meant to be. We fit together so perfectly. There was none of that getting to know what you like awkwardness you sometimes come across with a new partner. She instinctively knows what to expect from me, what I want. Makes me hard simply thinking about it.
The times on the island were incredible. Especially one of the last.
I gave her no room to breathe. One of my hands pressed flat to her stomach, pulling her back against me. She didn’t fight me. I found myself craving her touch, wanting more.
“Turn around, Caitlyn.”
As she slowly did, she moistened her lips. I groaned, lowered my head, and sealed my mouth over hers. I was turned on by how soft those sensuous lips were. She sighed, and my tongue slipped inside. She seemed to be tasting me as well, in long, erotic licks, and it made me crazy.
The hand I’d had on her waist was now resting on the curve of her hip. Pulling her closer, I growled, deepening the kiss, stroking her tongue with my own. She kissed me back, as though she might never get another chance. Her breasts and clit screamed for me to touch them. My right hand pushed her dress up to her waist. Instinctively, Caitlyn parted her legs, allowing me access.
I was breathing hard. My hand softly made its way up her thigh until I reached her sex. Slowly, I feathered a finger through her folds, bringing her all but over the edge. Then, I found her magnificent, weeping pussy and inserted two digits.
“I want you, Caitlyn. I want to watch you come as I fuck you with my fingers. And when you’re finished, we’re going to have primal, explosive, mind-blowing sex.” Her muscles tightened around my fingers in response.
“Apolooo,” she groaned, the momentum building. It wouldn’t take her but a second to explode.
I rubbed her clitoris in gentle circles with my thumb. “Caitlyn, look at me when you come. Only me.”
The tension built as I pushed my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm, all the while massaging her clit.
“Now,” I ordered.
She climaxed then, crying out as her hips pumped into my hand. Our eyes were locked. She was not ashamed or shy. She wove her hands through my hair. In that one moment, she owned me. Our lips met in a feverish, devouring kiss before I found her sucking my index finger, tasting herself on me.
With one swoop, I had her in my arms, laying her on a couch, covering her cleft with my mouth. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, teasing it, fluttering over it, the promise of another orgasm swelled again. I flicked my tongue over her clit some more, taunting her. Then, as it darted inside her, she came a second time, her body quaking violently.
She didn’t have the strength to push me away as I further nibbled and sucked until I was sure I’d gotten everything out of her that I could. I licked both of her nipples through the cloth as I slowly made my way to her luscious mouth. I kissed her thoroughly, and she responded greedily.
“My God, Caitlyn.” I stared down at her. Little did she know, our night was just getting started.
“That…that was the most amazing…”
I sat up, giving her room to do the same. She stood and pulled her dress back down. Then, she accepted the glass of wine I offered and took a sip. Our eyes locked. We were not finished, not by a long shot.
I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine. A soft, but intimate kiss. “Are you hungry?”
I kissed her again. “To answer your question, yes, I’m hungry. Hungry for you, Apolo. I want you to fuck me first. I want to feel your cock deep inside me. Then, if we have the strength, we’ll eat.”
I heard a groan escape my lips as I took the glass from her hand and placed it on the table beside us. Leading us back over to the couch, I stood in anticipation.
Her fingers reached for my zipper and slowly opened it. The two buttons holding my pants were undone. She pulled my slacks over my hips until they puddled on the ground. I did the same with my boxers before sitting in the chair. Her dress was back on her hips, her panties somewhere on the floor from our encounter moments earlier.
My erection brushed between her legs, and she whimpered, clearly wanting more. I reached around her, and sheathed my cock with the condom I held.
“Come,” I whispered, pulling her back on top of me. The scent of our lust awakened my core. The seductive mix of pheromones and her release was heavy in the air. I was going to possess her, bury myself deep inside her.
I growled as she impaled herself on me, my hands on her hips, guiding her down. “You’re so wet, so tight,” I gasped.
We were eye to eye, our faces inches apart. She took more of me, letting me slide deeper, stretching her exquisitely. I felt even more connected to this one woman in such a short space of time, as she gave me what I craved.
I touched her throbbing clit with the pad of my thumb. I knew she was about to become unhinged in a matter of seconds, as she took me deeper. She became so hot and wet, sliding off my cock and slowly back down until she completely sheathed me. I was so deep I could feel my balls next to her entrance, the tip of me nestled somewhere next to her stomach. My body didn’t care. I was on the verge of orgasm.
“What are y
ou doing to me, Caitlyn?” I growled.
Lifting her off my shaft until I was almost out, I plunged back inside her hard and fast. She pressed her mouth to mine, gripping my shoulders. She rocked her hips as I kissed her, riding me, as my thumb massaged her clit. Primitive instinct took over both of us. The only urge either of us had was to fuck.
And fuck we did, until the tension burst. I pushed into her as hard and deep as I could, groaning. As I did, her orgasm exploded until she was trembling all over. Possessed by my stare, she moaned and came harder as I pounded my hips up into her, pulling hers down to meet mine. This time, I went over the edge, my face tightened by the climax. I shook as the orgasm tore through me.
We sat there, our foreheads touching, our gasping breaths the only sound.
“Wow,” I finally whispered in her ear. “That was intense.”
“Yeah,” she replied, kissing my neck. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I didn’t want to break the connection, ever.
Chapter Five
One thing I already knew about Apolo Choice—when he actually took time off to relax, you’d better savor every moment. Once his mind clicked back into work mode, there was no slowing him down. Not even being married stopped him. Something I expected when I accepted his proposal, but daunting none the less. To share him with so many. I was determined, however, to work things out so that he and I would have blocks of time for only us.
Our honeymoon on his private island, while the thing dreams are made of, ended quicker than either of us would have liked. We were off to Washington, ahead of schedule. While we were still technically on our honeymoon, using the time to settle in and acclimate to our new house and our new town, I could see the wheels already turning in that handsome head of his.
Even though Apolo had purchased our new home fully furnished, I was trying to make it our own. As usual, Apolo had seen to having everything shipped while we’d been in the tropics. It now greeted me in one of the spare bedrooms of the penthouse.
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