She smirked and looked up at me with her azure eyes. “Nope.”
We kissed for a few moments, savoring each other in fucking wedded bliss. We were definitely in the honeymoon phase, and I wasn’t complaining.
“What time does the park open?” Nic asked after we came up for breath.
I grinned. “Does it matter?”
Nicole’s eyes narrowed. “I guess not. We have a whole week.”
“That we do. Let’s shower and then get some breakfast.”
God, I was good at keeping a secret. I even surprised myself as I skated around her questions. I never once actually said we were going to see Mickey, and she totally thought we were, but I knew my wife better than that.
I had the perfect honeymoon planned.
A part of me questioned if I’d married the right man. Did Avery not know me at all? My idea for a honeymoon wasn’t standing in lines, kids crying for no reason, and my feet hurting every night. I wanted the sun, the sand, and a cold drink in my hand.
But then, after breakfast and another round in the sheets, Avery confused me even more.
“Pack your bag, baby. It’s time to leave.”
“Time to leave?” I’d furrowed my brow as I looked over at him.
He’d walked to me and cupped my cheeks. His lips brushed mine, and I sighed contentedly. “While I think going to Disney would be fun, I’d rather see you in a bikini for a week.”
I’d sucked in a breath. I was instantly hopeful that we were going to spend our time in the sand and water. “We’re going to the beach?”
Avery kissed me again. “Just go with it, Nic. You’ll know soon enough.”
I didn’t question him further. Instead, I packed my bag like he’d instructed. Avery used his phone to call for an Uber, and then we checked out of the hotel that I didn’t think was anywhere near Disney World—we were still near the airport, and I didn’t see kids running around with Mickey ears or anything.
The driver drove for at least an hour, and the entire time I wanted to ask Avery where we were going. The suspense and curiosity of not knowing were killing me. I was a planner, and going with the flow was hard, but I kept my mouth shut because he obviously wanted to surprise me. No matter what he chose, I knew I’d love it because my husband was the most romantic man I’d ever known. He brought me flowers just because, cooked me dinner when I had a long day, drew me hot baths, and he even cleaned the house sometimes. Those things were romantic. Of course, there were also the massages, or the multiple candles lit in the bedroom—that always led to sex.
When a ship came into view, I knew exactly what we were doing. My eyes lit up, and I turned to my husband. “We’re going on a cruise?”
He smirked. “We are.”
“To where?”
“You don’t want each port to be a surprise?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m over this surprise shit. Just tell me where we’re going.” A planner could only be patient for so long.
“Not even a please?” he teased.
I grabbed Avery by his T-shirt and pulled his chest toward me. I planted a kiss on his lips with a smack. “Please?”
The car pulled to a stop, and Avery pulled back. “I’ll tell you as we walk through customs.”
We hurried out of the car, grabbed our bags and walked toward the giant ship. “Well?” I asked impatiently. I was dying.
He dug a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it. “Tomorrow we’ll spend the day at a private island in the Bahamas. Then a day at sea followed by a day in Jamaica, a day in the Grand Caymans, and a day in Cozumel, Mexico. We’ll have another day at sea as we make our way back here.”
“The Bahamas, Jamaica, and the Grand Caymans? You really do know me!” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him as we stopped walking, letting people continue toward customs so they could board.
“Of course, I do, baby. You’re my wife after all.”
“Say that again.”
He crooked a brow. “What? Wife?”
I bit my lip. “Yeah.”
“Come on, Mrs. Scott. We have a boat to catch.” His lips pressed against mine again.
We pulled apart, and I grinned. “I like that better.”
Avery chuckled and laced our fingers together. “I knew you would.”
We left our bags when we checked in for the cruise. A staffer would deliver the luggage to each cabin. Once we were on the ship, a steward escorted us to our room. I thought for sure we’d go down to a port room where the hallways were tiny and the rooms just the same, but we were taken to an area near the spa. My husband definitely knew me.
When we walked into the room, I fell in love. In one room was a loveseat, a couch, a small table for two, and a desk. A king-size bed and Jacuzzi tub were in another room. This time, there would be no pushing beds together, and no falling through the crack. There would be more bath time and stretching out on the bed while we went to all of my dream destinations. We even had our own balcony, a balcony I could picture myself reading on each morning with a cup of coffee, my husband across from me, and the sea breeze blowing in my hair.
“Is this real life?” I beamed, twirling around and not believing where we were. It was surreal.
Avery tipped the guy, and after the steward left, he walked over to me. “Yes, baby, it is.”
I threw my arms around his neck. “This totally beats Disney.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I’d say so.”
I kissed him.
I kissed him hard.
I loved this man with everything in me. He was my prince, and I was his princess. I didn’t need the castle—even the one at Disney—to feel like I was living a fairytale because I was. Together we’d build our own empire. It may be just him and me forever, or we might someday have the family we both wanted. Time would tell. We had the rest of our lives.
“While I want to test out the bed in the next room, I read that we need to go get our tender tickets early for the private island,” Avery stated against my lips.
I pulled back. “What else can we do there?”
“Tan, swim, snorkel, jet ski. Let’s go see.”
We left our cabin and went in search of the excursion booth. Once we found it, we grabbed our passes for the private island, and we booked a swim with pigs.
Yes, pigs.
I’d seen it on TV, but I never thought I’d be in the Caribbean swimming with pigs myself. The swim would only last for a fraction of the time, and Avery and I decided the rest of the time we’d soak up some sun and just enjoy the private island. Like on the cruise, all the food would be included. What more could I ask for? In Jamaica, we’d zip-line and take in the historic town. In the Grand Caymans, we’d swim with stingrays. Since we weren’t going to be long in Cozumel before taking the trip back to Florida, we decided to play it by ear. Plus, the ship had so much to offer, including an Aqua Park with five multi-story waterslides, shows, the spa, a rock wall to climb, miniature golf and so much more. We could also walk the plank while doing a ropes course, which I had to admit sounded scary. Of course, we’d be strapped to a harness and couldn’t fall in, but it was high up and made my heart race a little as I thought about doing it.
By the time we made it back to our room, our bags had been delivered, the ship had left Florida, and it was time to get ready for our scheduled dinner time. “You know, we could skip dinner and just go to dessert.” Avery wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.
I chuckled. “We have all day at sea tomorrow. I’m sure a lot of that time will be spent right there.” I pointed at the king-size bed.
He wrapped me in his arms. “Maybe I should have booked us a cabin in the snow and made it so we were snowed in for a week.”
I shook my head slightly and laughed. “First of all, you can’t just make us get snowed in. Second of all, we have snow at home. I need a tan.”
“You going to tan naked on our balcony?” He smirked.
I looked over at it. It was secluded as far as I could t
ell, especially when we were in the middle of the ocean. “Maybe.” I bit my lip.
He groaned, looking at my mouth. I knew biting my lip turned him on. “Then I don’t think you’ll get much of a tan.”
“There’s always the upper deck.”
“No, no. You can lay out there naked.” Avery pointed at our balcony. “I’ll just enjoy the view.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “Or you could join me, and we could kill two birds with one stone.”
He grinned. “Now that sounds like a plan.”
The ship pulled into the port at eight the next morning, and a tender boat took us from the ship to the island. The sun was already hot as our feet hit the exclusive property, and it was what I’d always imagined an island would look like. Palm trees were everywhere, and white, sandy beaches butted against turquoise water. It was heaven. Avery and I stopped to take a picture near a giant rock that had the island’s name on it before we took a speedboat to a different island to swim with the pigs. We were led up a wooden dock to tables where we had to listen to a safety briefing. Apparently, pigs were smarter than dogs—I had no idea. But the instructor stated as such, reminding us that pigs have hard hooves and we have soft feet and to be careful while feeding them because they might step on our feet and it would hurt.
“Excited?” Avery asked as we started to walk toward the sand. We’d stripped down to our swimsuits and put our belongings into a locker.
“Um, yeah. How could I not be? Who would have ever thought that we’d be in the Bahamas swimming with and feeding pigs? This is amazing.”
He grinned. “It is pretty cool, huh?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped when I saw a giant pink pig walking toward us. It was clear that these animals were used to people swimming with them and feeding them chunks of apples on a stick. The pig sniffed me as we stopped walking and then looked up at me and smiled.
I blinked. “Is the pig smiling at us?”
“He’s smiling at you,” Avery corrected.
I reached down to rub the pig’s head. He was soft and hairy and adorable. “Great, now I want a pig.”
Avery laughed. “You want to get a pig? Where would he live?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, but look how cute he is.” The pig rolled over and I kneeled, rubbing his belly. “They’re apparently smarter than dogs. I bet we could potty train it.”
“We don’t live on a farm, Nic.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of teacup pigs?”
“They don’t stay that size forever.”
“Sure they do.”
Avery chuckled and rolled his eyes. “No, they don’t.”
“Then why are they called teacup pigs?”
“False advertisement. Once they grow, it’s too late to return them.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Wow, I never knew that.”
“Come on, wifey. Let’s get your piggy fill here.” I fed the cute pig a few pieces of apple and then stood.
Avery and I walked out into the crystal blue water. We fed the pigs until it was time to go, and then we took a speedboat back to the private island where we feasted on tacos and margaritas, and soaked up the sun.
Exactly how a honeymoon should be.
The following morning, the ship was already on its way to our next destination, and Avery and I ordered room service instead of going to the dining room for breakfast. Even though there was so much to do on the boat, I wanted to spend the day in bed with my husband, or at least live out the plan of sex on the balcony since we were surrounded by nothing except water. Today was a day at sea while we made our way to Jamaica, and what better way to spend a day at sea than relaxing.
I stepped out of the bathroom naked. Instead of crawling back into bed where Avery lay watching TV, I opened the glass balcony door and stepped outside. The fresh sea air engulfed me, the breeze sending a slight chill across my skin. Having a balcony was so much better than the little round window Brooke and I’d had in our room.
The ocean was dark blue for as far as I could see. I peered to my right and then my left, checking to see if I could see the balconies next to me. I couldn’t, so I leaned against the railing—with a Plexiglas bottom across the entire length of the balcony—and waited for my husband to take the hint. I knew it wouldn’t take him long. I’d felt his eyes on me the entire time from when I’d walked out of the bathroom and out the sliding door. I was right. A few moments later a strong, naked body wrapped around me from the back and nuzzled my neck.
“What do you see?” Avery asked.
“Water. The sun.”
“You know what I see?”
I swallowed. “What?”
He rested his chin on my bare shoulder as he spoke. “My beautiful wife, my partner, my future. I see the sun, the moon, and the stars. I see the one I was meant to be with. The one who makes me happy. The one I’d do anything for. My one. My one and only. My one I’ll spend forever with.”
I’d always known Avery to be a hopeless romantic. He had a way with words, and that was one of the reasons I loved him. Every woman wanted romance, and my husband didn’t have to work to try and do it for me. He just did.
Avery started to kiss down the slope of my neck, sending shivers through me once again, only this time it wasn’t from the ocean breeze. It was from his lips brushing lightly over my skin as he made his way down the curve of my back. I heard the legs of the chair drag on the deck as he sat, and I stepped back, not breaking the contact of his mouth against me. He continued his kisses along the curve of my ass, to each butt cheek, and then he spread them, and the breeze whispered across the place that never got sun. The moment his tongue hit the puckered ring, I sucked in a breath. I’d never had anyone pleasure the tight muscle before, but it felt good. Really good.
“Oh, god,” I moaned as his tongue flicked around the area.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I panted, and Avery returned his mouth to my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks as his tongue worked the darkened ring.
I placed my hands on the small table beside the chair, balancing myself and giving him a better angle. I didn’t know what was going to come next, but I was all for it. I was putty in his hands, and I wanted all the pleasure my husband was willing to give me. He started to stroke my pussy, slipping a few fingers inside of me as he continued to work the tight muscle.
“Jesus, baby. This is turning you on.” It wasn’t a question. I knew he could tell by the amount of arousal building between my legs.
I squirmed. “More,” I breathed. I needed more to find that release. More tongue. More fingers. More. More. More.
Avery took the fingers that had been working inside of me and pressed one against my tight hole. I bucked, not sure I was ready but also burning at the same time. “You want this?” he asked.
I hesitated, still not sure. Then, I went with it. “Yes,” I panted.
He coated his finger again with my arousal and then returned it to my ass, pressing slightly on the tight muscle. I looked out at the vast ocean, feeling as though we were the only ones for miles. I knew we had neighbors on either side of us because we’d heard them coming and going a few times over the last couple of days. But at that moment, I didn’t care if they could hear Avery and me. All I cared about was the pleasure building in my core as my husband slowly inched his finger inside at the same time he worked my clit with his other hand. Each push of his finger into my ass, along with each circle of his finger on my clit, brought me closer and closer to finding my release. Once his finger was all the way in, he began moving it in and out, the pleasure building faster and stronger as though there were a thousand nerves in my body all receiving pleasure at the same time. As though every cell in my body became alive.
“Oh, God,” I moaned again.
“Fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Avery admitted. “I want to see my dick stretching your asshole while I fuck you from behind.”
I swallowed. I wanted that too. Before that moment, I’d never really thought about it. I’d read about it, and talked with friends who had done anal, but I was satisfied with every position Avery and I had tried.
Until now.
Now, my body was craving to be filled more. To know what it would feel like with my husband’s cock in me. Stretching and filling me completely.
“We can save that for another day,” Avery went on. “I’m so fucking hard right now; I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” I agreed, still panting as he worked my ass with his finger.
The hand that was rubbing my clit stopped, and Avery lifted me upright, his arm across my breasts and my back facing his chest. He guided me back onto his lap and nudged his cock against my pussy, and I rose slightly before sinking down onto him. His finger was still inside of my tight hole. Never had I been filled in both holes until now. And I was enjoying it. My body was on fire.
Once his cock was in to the hilt, I started to ride him backward, bracing myself on the table again and lifting up and down on his shaft while he continued to use his finger inside me to make me moan. Pleasure coursed through my body, the ecstasy building and building with each drive.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Reaching with my hand, I started to rub my clit, causing a shot of pleasure to vibrate through me instantly.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted.
Avery groaned again, and I picked up my speed, driving onto his dick faster and faster until I climaxed. I cried out, still not caring if the neighbors were there, or if they could hear us. All I knew was I’d just had the best fucking orgasm of my life. My body pulsed, twitched, and my legs shook, riding out the wave I was on. A few moments later, Avery removed his finger from my ass, held me against him and filled me with his cum. He kissed my bare back, and I sighed, happy and satisfied.
“Think the neighbors heard?” Avery asked as he leaned his cheek against my back.
I shrugged. “If they did, they’re probably jealous.”
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