I reclined in the fancy chaise lounge on the bungalow’s roof sundeck by the Caribbean Sea. I felt ecstatic from the pleasant sensation of the warm sun on my skin. The breeze caressed me gently, and the wonderful silence was a gift to my ears. Jared and I had been here for almost ten days and I still reveled in the landscape around us.
The bungalow was made of wood and had a thatched roof. It was far from the beach out over the sea. The water was a turquoise blue and it was mesmerizing, so crystal clear that we could see the corals below. There was a big room, a dreamy suite with a four-poster bed, a whirlpool bathtub, a closet, and a partly glassed floor that allowed us to see the fish. The walls were made of glass and, if we left the curtains open, we could watch the stars until we fell asleep. The kitchen was small, but it was complete. There was a hot tub on the veranda and a round suspended couch with lots of pillows. From the veranda, there was a wooden stairway that took us to the open roof, where I could sunbathe.
After ten days at that place, I was pretty tanned, but I never tired of staying there, enjoying the magnificence of everything around us.
“Careful not to get a sunburn, sleeping beauty.” My husband’s charming voice reached me as he came onto the sundeck, carrying two big glasses of iced orange juice. He gave me one and sat down on the sun lounger beside me. He looked at me, regarding my body with that hungry look as he always did when I wore bikinis.
He was hot, as usual, wearing his black trunks. I could see his size beneath the fabric of his trunks, his well-designed muscles, his tanned body, and his hairy, solid thighs.
“I’m wearing sun blocker. No problem,” I said, sitting up to drink the cold and very refreshing juice.
As was my habit, I looked at his face and the love I felt for him grew even more. I loved him so much, I wasn’t sure I could survive if he left.
“Even though you’re wearing sun blocker, you can’t be under the sun for so long.” Jared emptied his glass in a gulp and reached his hand to me. “Come with me, Mrs. Harrington. I’ll take you to a shady place.”
How could I argue with Jared Harrington? I had already given up. Everything had to be his way. I emptied my glass and took his hand, letting him lead me to the bungalow. We stopped in the living room, and he slipped behind me. I could feel his body inches away from mine. He pushed my hair to the side and kissed me from the nape of my neck up, giving me chills. Desire warmed my blood until it reached between my legs.
It has been this way since we left Seattle. The day after my ex-fiancé and his brother went left, we made love several times a day and I never tired of it. Now I understood why the girls in the harem didn’t complain about excessive sex, although I doubted I’d feel the same with a man with whom I wasn’t in love.
“You should take me out of the sun more often,” I whispered.
Consumed by lust, I reached to the back of his head with my hand and turned my face to kiss his lips, while touching his body with mine, rubbing my butt on his erection. I felt my panties getting wet.
“I’ll remember that.” He whispered back.
Jared kissed me hungrily. His tongue going in and out my mouth as his hands ran over my nearly naked body, going down my figure and then to my back. He unclasped my bra, taking off the little piece, and letting it fall to the floor. Then he put his hands on my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his fingers, a moan escaping as I kissed his lips.
“Ah… delicious…” I moaned, wet and excited. I rubbed my butt harder on his erection, twerking on it. Desire made me hot.
“I want to fuck your butt.”
“I’m scared.” I mumbled.
“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you.”
Jared was experienced. He untied the laces of my panties and took it off, leaving me entirely naked. He led me to the couch and leaned me over it in a way my knees where on the seat, and my hands on the backrest. He kneeled on the floor behind. He made me open my legs, and putting his hot body on my sex. His tongue was wet over me, making me scream in pleasure.
“Oh… Jared… That’s wonderful,” I moaned crazily, and raised my butt, opening myself to him, letting him suck me.
His lips sucked me, as if he really wanted to eat me. I felt the tip of his tongue exploring my sex, going frantically from my clitoris to the entrance of my vagina. His tongue went inside me, and then to my anus, licking it. He made me even wetter and disoriented, my vagina throbbed, and my moans grew louder.
He kept the rhythm until I was close to cumming, then he stepped back.
“Don’t move,” he commanded.
I didn1t move, but turned my face to see him taking of his trunks and watched his enormous dick, fully swollen and wet. He didn’t wear condoms anymore, that’s why I didn’t understand when he went to a small shelf and took out a tube of gel.
“What is that for?” I asked.
“It’s lubricant, so I can fuck this virgin ass without hurting you.”
He opened the tube, covered his fingers with the transparent gel and rubbed on my anus. The cold and gelatinous consistence of it gave me chills. He put more gel on his fingers, pushing them inside my anus this time, in and out, opening and smearing me.
He made me stay in dog style on the couch, raising my butt and spreading my legs wider. I put my face on the couch as he continued in and out with the gel, making it so delightful that alone could make me cum.
He had three fingers inside me now. When he finally removed them, he slapped my butt and moved behind me, placing one foot on the floor and one knee on the couch. He put his glans on the entrance of my vagina and, in a single movement, put his entire dick in me, filling me and making me scream in pleasure and move to meet him, craving more.
Jared moved in and out, fast and strong, just the way I liked it. He slapped my butt with one hand, while probing with his other thumb inside my gel filled anus.
“Fabulous. You’re so tight. How could I have lived so long without meeting you?” His voice was hoarse and breathless. “Now I’ll have to fuck your anus, because I want all of you.
He pulled out and pressed his dick on my tighter entrance, forcing it inside me, spreading my legs wider until he was entirely inside my anus. I felt the throbbing pain and the lust mixing inside me, making me tense.
“Relax, Inaya. I won’t hurt you.”
I forced myself to relax while he continued to move inside me, shoving his dick further into me, spreading me wider, until he was all the way in. I felt his pelvis against my butt and a throbbing pain. He pulled my hips and went entirely inside again, and I screamed when he went faster, feeling a mix of pain and lust. He ran one of his hands on my thighs and massaged my clitoris in circles while moving inside me, faster. My body adjusted, relaxing, and the pain gave way to the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt. I felt whole, taken, dominated by this man and his masculinity. There could be nothing better.
Jared kept massaging my clitoris and going inside me, harder, without mercy, bringing me closer to delirium.
Without going out of me, he sat on the couch with me in his lap.
“Twerk around my dick, baby.” His voice was very hoarse and that made me hornier.
I used my feet to support me on the couch and my hands on the backrest behind us and started to move up and down, letting him in and out my body. I let him deeper and stopped, being rewarded by his wild moans.
“Look in front of us, Inaya. See us.”
I looked in the direction he told and saw the mirror, strategically placed on an armchair. I could observe us, and, at first, the scene surprised me. I was fully opened; my pussy was wide open and red. My breasts bounced in rhythm with my moves and I could see his dick going in and out of my butt.
“What do you think? Can you see how much more beautiful you are while fucking?” Jared asked while his hands ran over my body, going from my swollen clitoris to my breasts, massaging my nipples deliciously. He made me lose it even more.
I didn’t have an answer, I didn’t know what to think or feel. I should be embarrassed for being so exposed, but I wasn’t. Not at all. I kept looking and it seemed natural to me. Finally, when I got over the fear, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy it was to observe us and that was releasing, exciting, and delicious.
“Do you like to watch us?” Jared asked.
“Yes.”
My eyes left the vision of our bodies and I met his eyes in the mirror. I saw the lust in his expression, his beautiful face contorted with pleasure and that was enough for my body to react as well, signaling my orgasm.
“Jared…” I mumbled, pleading.
“I know, baby. Cum on my dick. Watch yourself when you come. Look at how beautiful you are.”
His hand went back to my sex, and he massaged my clit with his fingers. His other hand massaged my breasts and he bit my back. That’s when I finally felt it coming and taking me over. I moaned while watching us on the mirror. My back arched, and I was shaking and I felt my vagina throbbing.
When I was done, Jared pulled out of me to cum without changing position. He ejaculated it all on my sex, but I couldn’t stop looking at the mirror.
By instinct, I put my fingers on his hot sperm and raised them to my mouth, tasting him.
“Ok, just because of that, I’ll cum in your mouth the next time, and you’ll swallow it all,” he said irreverently, still breathless while staring at me in the mirror.
I smiled at his comment and felt the heat of expectation.
“You planned it all. You brought the mirror to the room without me realizing it.”
With a fast motion, Jared rolled me to the side and placed me on his lap, embracing me like a baby while kissing my lips. He knew I’d be at his mercy like that.
“And wasn’t it good?” he asked.
“It was wonderful.”
I touched his tongue with mine and he kissed me, sucking my tongue. He ran his hands over my body and I did the same on his muscles.
We stayed there for a long time, just making out and caressing each other. Then, we finally gave in to desire.
Sometimes we prepared something to eat in the bungalow’s kitchen, and sometimes we called the restaurant on the beach and ordered something. The menu was mainly seafood, and that night we had fish roasted in banana; leaves, shrimp sauce, salad and rice. We ate on the veranda, sitting on the suspended couch while enjoying the sunset and the stars as they appeared.
Our bungalow was the last and most expensive one and we couldn’t be seen by other guests. We had complete privacy. We slept together on every night, went for walks, took motorboat rides, and swam completely naked in the warm saltwater. Our honeymoon lasted fifteen days. It was the best time of my life.
The night before we went back to Seattle, I was certain I couldn’t go on if Jared died. I loved him too much. He was my life. It was painful to think that he could leave me any minute, that the cancer could make his heart stop in seconds. That was how it worked, I googled it. Jared could die at any moment. The only hope he had was to have the surgery. Although the chances weren’t good, they were better than none.
It was late and we were on the suspended couch, nestling against each other while appreciating the starry night. We enjoyed the silence, tranquility and peace, but they weren’t entirely fulfilling because my thoughts tormented me. I didn’t want to lose the man I had learned to love more than anything during the last few days.
“Hey, why are you so quiet? Any problem?” Jared asked, noticing my melancholy.
“Yes, there’s one.” He nodded for me to continue. “I don’t want to lose you.”
He suddenly moved a few inches away from me, although he remained by my side.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s not ruin our happiness.”
His refusal to discuss to something so serious irritated me. Why didn’t he fight for his fucking life?
“But I want to talk about it,” I responded firmly.
“You know what I think about that. I’ll not anticipate my death by having surgery with only twenty percent of chance of success.”
When he talked that way, it was like a knife in my heart.
“Twenty percent is better than nothing. Don’t you want to live? Don’t you want to live for me? Aren’t I important to you?” I felt a knot in my throat and the tears threatened to come, but I held them in.
“Of course you are, Inaya. You are the most important person to me in this world.” I remembered Jeffrey and the argument they had, the promise they made to never talk about it again. I saw the sadness in Jared’s expression whenever he heard his brother’s name. He really didn’t have anyone besides me now and that was awful. I understood the value of having a family after I lost mine and, although I talked to all of them on my uncle’s webcam, I still missed them. “What if I die during surgery? I could live years without having it.”
“What if you survive? What if you don’t live long without it?” I sobbed.
Jared held me again, laying his cheek on the top of my head.
“I’ll do it,” he finally said. “For you.”
I wished I was happy, but instead, I my heart felt heavier. Fear overtook me. What if he died during the operation? What if the twenty percent was too little? I would have contributed for his death. Allah! No matter what, I could lose him.
I held him tighter, burying my face in his chest, my tears falling on his skin.
“Why are you still crying? I said I’ll do it, I’ll fight for my life for you. Isn’t it what you want?” He leaned back and looked me in the face. “I’ll do it because I love you, Inaya. I love you like I never loved anyone and I want to spend my life with you. I want to marry you in a church or a chapel, I want to father your children.
The more he talked, the more I cried. My emotions were in conflict.
“I love you too, Jared. I’m just scared something might go wrong. I don’t want to lose you.” I held him tighter.
“You won’t. Life wouldn’t do this to us. Let’s be positive.”
He was right. Positive thoughts and praying were essential from now on.