Kauai, HI

Rex

When William said our cabin would be secluded, he wasn’t kidding. There’s a small grove of trees with a path through it that separates us from the others. We even have our own stretch of private beach. “It doesn’t get any better than this.” Felicia, Michael, and I relax and watch the waves crashing against the sugar sand beach.

“No kidding. I was thinking Dad should let us buy this bungalow from him. I could get used to this,” she says, smiling down at Michael as he’s nursing.

“It would probably work until we start having more kids,” I reply with a laugh. “It won’t take us long to outgrow a two-bedroom bungalow if you’re serious about having four kids.”

“We’re on our honeymoon, so quit being so rational,” she replies, pursing her lips. “Besides, there’s plenty of room to add on a few more bedrooms.”

“True. This is definitely a great place to get away from everything, but I’m not very good at handling isolation on a long-term basis. I learned that out on Camano island,” I remind her, having hated the solitude after a week’s time.

“I know, but now you have me and this little cutie to keep you entertained,” she replies with a wink. “You’re never going to have to worry about being alone again.” She glances down at Michael, who is focused on his business. “Are you getting scared yet?”

“No. None of this scares me anymore,” I tell her, feeling nothing but a genuine calm. “I think it’s almost nap time, isn’t it?”

“Mom’s coming over in a few minutes to take him,” she says with a snicker.

“Speak of the devil.” Marlys emerges from the trees on the little path that connects us to the rest of them. “You’re right on schedule for nap time.”

“God, I miss those kinds of naps,” she says wistfully.

“Well, you and Dad seem to be getting along pretty well,” Felicia says, raising Michael up to burp him.

“We’re getting along just fine, but not to that degree.” She giggles, her cheeks getting all flushed.

“Now I see where she gets her blushing from,” I tease, causing them to take on a deeper reddish hue.

“Oh, quit, you two,” she says, reaching down to take Michael from her. “I’ll burp him while we walk back. You two go have your nap.” She gives us the air quotes with her free hand.

Once Marlys disappears with our son, we both sigh, taking in the incredible view. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

She gives me an uncertain look. “Why? What are you thinking?”

“That we’re all alone on this secluded beach. Nothing but sunshine, clear blue water, and a white sand beach beckoning us,” I tell her as seductively as possible. “We could go skinny dipping and then make love right down next to the water.” I slide my hand along her inner thigh, instantly causing goosebumps.

“Don’t even think about it,” she says, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “I saw a kid playing with a drone earlier, so there’s no way in hell I’m having sex anywhere other than in the bedroom. Okay, maybe the living room or the kitchen.” She giggles. “But nothing outside. We’ve already agreed, no more risky sex.”

“Okay, we’ll only do that after the dark,” I reply, searching for a compromise.

“Do you want a nap or not?” she asks with a feisty look in her eyes.

“I do, indeed.” I stand up and offer her my hand, helping her from the chair. Two steps toward the bungalow, I bend down and sweep her off her feet. “I’m going to carry you across the threshold. I’m thinking a man’s supposed to do this the first time he gets laid on his honeymoon.”

“You make it sound so romantic,” she says, giggling again. “I’m not sure what that tradition is about, but I’ll go along with it.”

Carrying her into our bedroom, all the blinds are closed, so the only light is from the skylight directly above the bed. “This is kind of like being on stage again,” I tease, placing her in the center of the bed.

“I’ll never forget that night as long as I live,” she says, reaching back and pulling the string on her bikini. “Mmm, it feels good to get rid of that.” I reach for her bikini bottom, guiding it down her shapely legs and onto the floor. Stepping out of my swim trunks, I place my hands beneath her ass and raise it in the air.

“Since this place doesn’t have a Tantra chair, I’m going to have to improvise.” I slip my tongue between her lips, thinking about being on stage that night. Just the memory of it makes my cock spring to attention. I can picture the crowd gathering around as I pin her legs back and slide my tongue in and out of her before taking her clit between my upper lip and tongue. She squeals with delight once my tongue springs into action, apparently catching her off-guard. There’s no one around to hear us, and the steady rhythm of the crashing waves provides a great cover if anyone does pass by, so I’m determined to make the most of our temporary seclusion.

“Oh, baby,” she moans as I spread her legs further apart, allowing me even greater access. I haven’t given her the Gene Simmons treatment for quite a while, so I take my time, knowing how much she enjoys it. “God, that’s crazy,” she groans, grabbing hold of my hair. I always know I’m doing well when she starts pulling my hair like this. I stick my tongue in as far as I can and wiggle it until she can’t take any more. Since there’s no rush, I spend the time taking her to the edge of orgasm several times with my oral skills.

“I love doing that to you,” I whisper, sliding up her body until we’re eye to eye.

“Yeah, I know you like driving me crazy.” She continues to grip my hair even after we’re face to face. She loosens her grip as I begin kissing her. “Sorry about that,” she says with a smile, releasing my hair and patting it back into place. “But you kinda deserved it.”

“It’s always worth it,” I whisper, nestling into position between her legs. “I’m sure there’ll be more hair pulling by the time I’m done with you.” I kiss her with a passion that continues to grow with each passing day. Each time I think I couldn’t possibly love her any more, I’m proven wrong.

Felicia

Rex has me so worked up that I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Now he’s intent on taking it to the next level, so I’m determined to relax into it and enjoy the sensations as they come. He likes to see if he can drive me to the point of begging for it. This time, I’m not going to beg. Regardless of what he does, I’m just going to roll with it.

“I want to try something,” he says, pulling out a package that looks like a condom.

“What is it?” I ask, slightly confused.

“It’s a silicone cock ring,” he says with a smile. “It’s going to make me harder than ever.”

“Harder? Wow,” I murmur, wondering what the hell this is going to be like. He slips the ring on and seems to be impressed with the immediate results.

“Wow, I feel huge.” He eases the head inside me, and yes, I notice the difference.

“This is how you normally feel when you’re really, really excited.” I take a deep breath and relax, still determined to go with the flow. He causes me to gasp as he begins to hit my G-spot. He grabs hold of my ankles and lifts me into the perfect angle to maximize the stimulation. “Oh… my God… that… feels amazing,” I stutter, my left leg already beginning to twitch. He simply moans against my neck while ravishing it with his lips and spreading my legs even wider. “Oh, fuck!” escapes my lips as he moves deeper within me and begins to give me those full, rhythmic strokes that drove me to my first real orgasm that first weekend together and to many more since then.

“I’m going too fast,” he says, releasing my ankles. “I don’t want to rush.” He cradles my head in his hands and kisses my lips tenderly, going back to shorter, teasing strokes.

“You drive me crazy,” I whisper, the orgasmic sensations fading just a bit. “Mmm, but I love it,” I add once he turns his focus back to my G-spot, causing my legs to begin trembling again. These short, deliberate strokes that he uses always send me reeling. I begin breathing deeply, trying to maintain control. I grip his sides as he kisses me passionately and seems determined to drive me into an orgasmic frenzy. The more I relax into it, the more intensity he bestows upon me. I begin kissing him hungrily, feeling myself moving back into the “O” zone. He pushes deep within me and holds it there, causing an instant reaction within me. “Oh, baby—” my words catch in my throat, the result of an orgasmic wave pushing through me.

“I love when you do that,” he whispers against my lips. “I want to keep you right here,” he adds, moving just enough to keep me on edge.

“I want to turn around,” I whisper, catching my breath. I know he won’t be able to resist.

“Okay.” He smiles, giving me one more kiss before letting me up.

I reach over and pull the cord for the blinds, wanting to take advantage of the ocean view. “It’s the next best thing to being outside,” I tell him, gripping the headboard and pushing back against his rigid cock.

“Oh, that’s sweet, baby,” he moans, so I push my knees together and begin thrusting against him in earnest. He cups my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, which sends an additional wave of pleasure between my two favorite zones. “Not so fast,” he begs, not wanting to lose control. Without uttering a word, I slow my pace, pausing for a second or two at the bottom of each stroke. Based on the moans coming from him, the slower pace isn’t helping. “Oh, shit,” he utters after a dozen more teasingly slow strokes, grabbing hold of my hips. That’s his tell that he’s losing control.

“Give it to me, baby,” I murmur, glancing back at him. He instantly complies, driving that rock-hard cock deep within me, meeting me stride for stride. “God, that’s good,” I cry, the ocean view coming and going with each thrust. My body begins to shake violently, and within seconds, he buries himself deep within me, wrapping me in his arms.

“That position is always my downfall,” he grunts, holding me tightly. “You get so tight that it makes me lose it. That cock ring didn’t help either.”

“But it was awesome,” I reply, unable to hold back a smile. “I love making you lose control. You do it to me all the time.” I lean forward against the headboard. “What a beautiful view,” I add as I drift back into reality.

“You’re right, this view would be amazing to wake up to,” he says, continuing to hold me tightly while taking in the incredible view of our surroundings. “Why don’t you see what kind of a deal William would give us on it?”

“You would seriously consider moving here?” I’m totally shocked by the admission. “What about the company and everything you have going on back home?”

“Some things would be inconvenient, I’m sure. Especially the time zone differences, but it would be pretty awesome to live here for a few years, and who knows? Maybe we’ll love it and add on a few more bedrooms.”

“The boys can share a room and so can the girls,” I counter. “It’s not like they would spend much time inside anyway. They’d be growing up in paradise!”

“That’s true.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “We’ll just build ourselves a nice master bedroom and bath. The kids can have these rooms,” he adds, which sounds like a great plan.

My insides tingle at the thought of living on this gorgeous island and going to sleep with the sound of the ocean waves in the background. “It’s kind of amazing how well our families are getting along,” I mention as the thought hits me. “I had my doubts, but everyone has been really chill so far. The fact that Mom and Dad are getting along still blows me away.”

“I think my dad is a little jealous of yours,” Rex admits with a chuckle. “He made all that money, spent ten years with a woman half his age, and now, he’s walked back into his old life pretty much unscathed. Dad would’ve loved to skip my teenage years.”

“No. He’s far from unscathed,” I counter, getting angry at the thought of it. “We’ve been cordial because he’s trying to make an effort, but I’ll never let myself get very close to him. Neither will Mom. She doesn’t love him like she used to, and honestly, neither do I. Don’t get me wrong—it’s nice to have him back, and this honeymoon is wonderful, but things will never be the same between us.”

“I totally get it,” Rex says, giving me another squeeze. “I gave up on my parents years ago, so now when they do something nice, it’s a pleasant surprise. The bar is set so low that a ninety-year-old with a walker could clear it.” I laugh, picturing the analogy.

“We should probably get up and get dressed before Mom comes looking for us.” I turn into him for one more kiss before getting up. “So far, I love being Mrs. Rex Hastings. I look forward to the journey we’re going to take together, regardless of where we live.”

“Me too. I love you, Mrs. Hastings,” he says with a smile, using that name for the first time. “We’re going to have a great life together and lots of hot sex,” he adds, gazing lovingly at me with those smoldering amber eyes.

“I look forward to all of it.” I smile, knowing that he will keep pushing me to new limits and I’ll keep on pushing back. I can’t help but think of all the wonderful things that have happened because I took a chance and leaped far outside my comfort zone. I could’ve easily judged my idea as stupid and tossed that catalog back into Mom’s garbage. In fact, it’s a miracle that I didn’t. That’s why I know this was all meant to be. Everything that happened in those early days pushed me beyond where I had ever been, and it ended up leading me to a life I’ve always dreamed of. If I have one piece of advice that I would like to share with all of my girlfriends, it’s don’t be afraid to move outside your comfort zone, even if it causes you to lose a few friends. Because if they abandon you for seeking a better life, they weren’t really your friends in the first place.