Axel

A smile lingers on my lips as I wake to find my wife snoring lightly on her back. Her face is relaxed and I’m struck by how beautiful she looks. She is still worn out from all the traveling last night. My heart warms as I thought of how she had reacted when we’d gotten to Madrid. She’d been excited that we were in Spain for our honeymoon. She would have never guessed where I was taking her. When we took the private jetty from Avila to the castle, she’d almost fainted from disbelief. I remembered the way she had flung herself into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist and rained kisses over my face crying “I love it! I love it! I love it!”

We’d gotten in late evening and after we’d explored the castle, all six bedrooms and five bathrooms, not counting the other rooms, we’d been tired from the wedding and the trip. Setting up this honeymoon had taken out everything I had in me by means of negotiation. Getting a castle on a private island in the Mediterranean sea on such short notice is not easy but after throwing around a few big names, coupled with hundreds of thousands of dollars, I’d been able to get us this place for two weeks. I didn’t even feel bad about the other occupant who had been bumped off the list to make room for Joyce and me. Not after seeing how happy she was when we went to bed last night.

Too tired to make love last night, we’d kissed, talked a bit, wrapped in each other’s arms and fell asleep. Now waking up with a hard-on, I am reminded just how sexy I think my new wife is. She’s wearing a T-shirt from my suitcase since she’d teased she would save the racy lingerie for a night we could appreciate it.

Slipping beneath the covers, I take care not to wake her. I gently pulled her legs apart and inch my way up between them. My mouth is hungry for another taste of her. She has me hooked on her and I can’t get enough. Even when I’m sated by her, it’s never enough. At least not for too long.

The air is a bit stifling beneath the sheets and with my head between her legs. I breathe deeply and carefully tug one corner of her thong to the other side. I wait to see if she would move but she doesn’t so I move in for the kill. Using just my tongue, I slowly part the folds of her labia which are together so I could lick her pussy. I don’t want to wake her too soon so I lick carefully and slowly.

Her legs shift a little but still seems to be asleep. I treble her clit with tongue, swirling my tongue over the bead which comes alive from my careful administrations. Impatient now to feel the creamy liquid of her climax flooding my tongue, I pull back her clitoral hood and covered it with my lips, sucking gently.

I hear her come awake with a surprised gasp. Her legs automatically try to close but I keep them apart with my shoulders. I suck her hard now that she’s awake, my mouth plastered to the opening of her pussy as I suck from the wetness at her entrance. Unfurling my tongue into her tight hole, I lick the insides as far as my tongue can go.

“Axel!” she moans my name, her hands dipping beneath the sheets and plunging into my hair, gripping by the roots. She presses my head harder against her mound and raises her hips. I groan in satisfaction of how eager she always is for whatever I do to her. Dipping a finger into her pussy, I return to kissing and sucking her clit. I insert another finger, pushing hard into her opening.

“Oh God Axel,” she’s gasping and riding my fingers. Seeing the way she is moving beneath me in heat, makes my cock harder but I won’t plunge my rod into her until she’s already cum for me. I kiss her thighs, my other hand pressing into her belly to steady her as my fingers rammed harder and faster into her. She screams loudly as her liquid sprays me in the face. I lap at the evidence of her climax, glad there is no one else on the island but us so she could scream as loudly as she wants. Her hips jerk and she spasms around my fingers.

“Good morning, wife,” I greet her, snaking upwards to her body. Before she can respond, I pluck her from the bed and settle her over me and onto my cock. She still looks sleepy and sexy with her hair tousled about her shoulders but the moment she’s on my dick, she starts to ride me. I run my hands up over her flat belly, her rib cage and up to the small, firm breasts. She braces her hands on my chest and the slapping sound of her ass on my thighs fill the room each time she slams her ass down into my groin.

With a groan, I pull her down to me and take her mouth with mine, kissing her, stealing the moans and gasps from her lips. I wrap my arms around her back, pressing her down to me and thrust my hips up hard over and over, slamming into her pussy slurping hungrily at my cock, sucking me in. She’s still such a tight fit for my rod that she drives me insane. I hope I am not hurting her but I can’t help myself. I’m ramming her as hard as I can, and she tears her mouth away from mine.

“Oh God yes!” she’s screaming out loud. “Oh God Axelllllllllllllllllll”

I stiffen beneath her, her sex welded against mine, making us one as I shoot my seed into her. She shudder her climax above me, looking beautiful in the throes of her climax, her head thrown back and her hair tumbling about her shoulders, sweaty from her exertion.

Her legs are trembling when she collapses on my chest. Still inside her, I kiss her jaw. She’s breathing hard as she buries her head into my neck.

“Axel,” she moans softly.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask a little gruffly not knowing how I would apologize if she says yes. Not when it had felt so good, fucking her so hard. And I want to do it again. And again.

“No,” she denies and I feel the smile against my neck. “It’s amazing. I could have never asked for a better way to wake up the day after my wedding. I was afraid that…” she trails off.

“You were afraid of what?”

She shifts and folds her hands on my chest, placing her chin on them so she could look at me. Her face looks vulnerable as she worries at her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Never mind.”

“Come on, Joyce. Tell me.”

“It’s silly really.”

“Like it was silly for us to get married within a month of meeting each other?” I ask.

“Well that was your idea. I thought we should wait.”

“And now? Aren’t you happy we’re married?”

“I am,” she admits. “Too happy. I went to bed last night thinking maybe when I wake up, it would all be a dream. That all this is too good to be true.”

“You better believe it babe.”

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to expect good things to happen to me.”

I frown at her. “I noticed. You’re sometimes very negative or think the worst is going to happen.”

“I can’t help it.”

“What is it Joyce?” I pry to understand her more. “What made you so skittish?”

She drums her fingers against my chest lightly. “It’s the way I grew up.”

“With your grandma?”

“No. With my parents. My mom and dad.”

“Oh, I didn’t think you knew your dad. You’ve never talked about him.”

“Because there’s nothing good to talk about,” she says softly and I can hear the hurt in her voice.

“Tell me everything.”

“If there were good days, I can’t remember,” she states. “They would have been clouded by the bad ones. When my dad got drunk. My mom and I tried our best to avoid him then because when he got drunk he became an entirely different person.”

I stiffen beneath her, thinking of the worst. “Did he hurt you?”

“My mom more than me.” I felt the wetness of her tears on my chest but she continued. “She always tried to shield me from him and his rage and he would beat her. Once I called the police but she told them I lied, that she was fine. She always had a lie for the bruises he put on her. I was so afraid.”

“Baby that’s horrible.”

“I had a flashback the other day at the office when we just met and you grabbed me,” she continues, surprising me. “Of the time he slapped me so hard into the wall I lost consciousness.”

Rage wells within my chest at her father but also alarm that she would associate me with that monster.

“Joyce!” I exclaim in wonder. “You have to know I’d never hit you. Never! I know I can be forceful but I know where to draw the line. Your father deserved to go to jail for what he did to you and your mother.”

“But he’s not in jail. The minute my mom got sick, he left us. I was only eleven and I had to be the one to watch her suffer while he ran. He thought the aneurism was his fault from the time he’d slammed her head into the wall. She died soon after and my grandmother took me in.”

She starts sobbing and I wrap my arms around her. Now so much makes sense. At eleven she shouldn’t have had to endure all that abuse. And at the hand of the person who should have been there to protect her. I am so upset I would gladly beat her father to the ground if I ever ran into the guy. I wish I could have shielded her from all that pain. Even when my mother died, I had always been surrounded by the love of my father and when he remarried, Anne had also been warm and affectionate.

I rub her back as she cry and vow that I’d spend the rest of our lives making it up to her for her crappy childhood.