Fine Make

The doors open into our suite, one that's perfectly designed for a honeymoon.

Candles. Rose petals scattered across the floor. The hotel staff did good.

I should be walking straight to the honeymoon bed, but for some reason, a bed

filled with flowers seems too delicate for my first sexual encounter with my wife.

I let her shoes drop to the floor, kicking mine off too, and then I take her straight

outside to the private pool.

She squeals when she realizes what I'm about to do. "Oh, my God, Knox. Don't

you dare."

I dare.

I take two quick steps and throw us both in. Her legs are around my waist, and her

arms are still clutching my shoulders. She gasps as we sink in, then comes up

choking on a laugh. Her glasses hang askew, and she adjusts them.

That laughter soon turns into a fake glare. "You are so annoying, Knox."

"What did I do?"

"You know exactly what you did. I was in the mood. Now you've put out the fire."

"Oh, baby..." I press her closer to me. "One touch, and I'll get you back in the

mood."

She bites her lip as I start swimming toward the shallow end, taking her along with

me. The water ripples between us.

When we reach the tanning ledge, I lift her up, guiding her onto the flat surface. I

make sure she's steady before I let go. Then I kiss her.

Her lips part right away. She's just as ready to be consumed as I am to consume

her.

One of my hands finds its way between her thighs, and I slip my fingers inside her,

easy at first-just enough to make her sigh into my mouth. Then deeper. She

gasps and starts moving her hips, trying to find a rhythm against the hard edge of

the pool. I can feel her clenching around me, so I push in further, curling my

fingers to hit that sweet spot.

Her body starts moving with mine. Rocking. Grinding. Her ass nudges back

against the ledge with every little shift, and it sends ripples through the water.

Her hands reach for me, searching, needy.

And God help me, I want to give her everything.

I ease her back until her spine hits the ledge, causing her elbows to give out so

she lies flat. Then I grab her thighs, drag her toward me until her legs are folded

up over my shoulders, and bury my face in her.

The taste that hits me is unmistakably her, even with the faint chemical edge of

chlorine in the mix. It's still her. Still warm and wet and mine. I don't pause, don't

even think about it. I lick into her with purpose-slow at first, then with more

pressure, tongue working every angle I know she loves. I drag it over her, back

and forth, up and down, circling, flicking.

I'm not in any rush. I want to take my time and learn her all over again, every

small reaction, every sound.

She arches a little when I suck on her clit, her body jolting. Her thighs tense

around my head. I groan into her and push two fingers back inside, curling them

just right, stroking that spot that always makes her go quiet before she falls apart.

Her hips twitch. One hand is in my hair, tugging hard.

Her moans start soft, but they pick up fast. I keep going. Because I want her

wrecked. I want her to lose it in my mouth, shaking and gasping with her legs still

locked around my neck.

"Right there-oh my God, right there-please"

I give her more. Suck harder. My nose is buried in her as I press in deeper, and

she's convulsing, grabbing at my hair, yanking so hard it makes my eyes water.

Then she shatters.

"Fuuuck," she cries, hips seizing.

I feel her pulse around me.

Her hands release my hair, and she starts to escape. I know what that means.

She's coming down from it, too sensitive now. So I lift my head, kiss the inside of

her thigh, and rise up over her.

I climb onto the tanning ledge, water

sluicing off my chest, and grab her

legs without hesitation. I fold her in

half, pressing her knees toward her

chest Then I unzip my pants, reach

inside, and pull my cock out, stroking

it once, twice, before lining myself

up.

And then I push inside in one deep, greedy thrust.

Her breath rushes out of her. "Oh, God," she gasps, head falling back. "You're so

deep."

"Damn right I am," I growl, bracing my hands behind her thighs and holding her in

place. "I want you to take every inch of me. I want to put a baby inside you."

I draw back, just far enough, and slam into her again. Her scream ricochets off the

surrounding walls.

"That feels so "

I don't let her finish. I pull back and

drive in again. Then again. It's not

slow or careful anymore. It's raw

and hungry and everything I've been

holding in since I saw her in thatnoveldrama

white dress that barely covered her

thighs.

She's folded beneath me like a perfect little offering, her back arched, her hands

gripping at anything-my arms, the ledge, the water.

Her voice is a mess of moans and broken words now. "Oh, don't stop. Fill me up.

Please, Knox."

I'm not stopping. Can't. Her body is

wrapped so tight around me I'd need

a crowbar to pull free. She's so

warm, so wet. I can feel everything.

Her juices dripping down, her core

squeezing every time I bottom out. I

grind against her clit, getting deeper.

The breathless cry that comes out

of her goes straight to my dick. I pull

out, slam in, and do the grinding

motion again, angling her hips just

to hear that sweet sound.

It becomes a steady rhythm. I do it again.

And again.

And again.