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After lunch, we continue our exploration, swimming, diving and even hiking to the top of a cliff to enjoy some great views. Then in the late afternoon, Tomas takes us to a hidden white sand beach where he leaves us.
“Where is he going?” I ask, alarmed as he sails off.
“Don’t worry,” Grant tells me. “He’ll be back in an hour. That should give us plenty of time.”
I look at him with creased eyebrows. “For what?”
“This.”
He grabs me by the waist and kisses me, his lips taking mine captive. I close my eyes and kiss him back, one of my hands becoming entangled with his still damn hair, the other caressing his nape as his hands move up to caress my back.
When his hands reach my nape, his lips part, his tongue melding with mine. I feel the heat all the way to my toes, which curl into the warm sand, and I place my arms around him as my knees tremble.
The salty breeze blows my hair into my face, creating a veil over me and Grant. I brush the strands away then place my hands on Grant’s chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath my palms.
He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. I feel the hardness between his legs and it causes an ache between mine.
I’m breathless, weak, aching, wanting.
I’m a mess.
Damn. I’ve forgotten how amazing this feels.
Suddenly, Grant pulls away. I kneel on the sand, unable to remain standing as my head continues to reel. He goes over to his backpack, opening it.
“What are you doing?” I ask him as soon as I’ve caught some of my breath.
He doesn’t answer, just pulling out the large, colorful towel that he spreads out on the sand. Then he grabs me and puts me on it before it flies off, pushing me down.
“Wait.” I place my hands on his chest as some of my sense returns. “We’re going to do it here? Right now?”
Sure, we’ve had sex outdoors before, but that was in a tent. This is out in the open.
“Why not? We’re alone.”
He glances around and so do I. He’s right. There’s no one else on this beach. Even so…
“What if someone comes?” I voice out my concern. “What if Tomas comes back?”
“He won’t,” Grant assures. “I’ve paid him enough to stay away and to make sure others do, too.”
I see. That’s good. But wait. That means…
“You told Tomas we were going to…?” I blush, unable to finish.
Grant chuckles as he brushes a wisp of my hair aside. “What? He’s not a child, and he knows we’re married.”
I pout, still embarrassed. He’s right, though. There’s nothing wrong with it.
There’s nothing wrong with us having sex on this secluded beach right now. I’m not sure I want to, though. What if the sand gets… well, in places it shouldn’t get to? I may have become a little less of a germaphobe since I had a baby, mainly because it’s impossible to keep things neat and orderly with a baby in the picture, but I still prefer things as clean as they can be.
I purse my lips. “Can’t we wait until we go back to the hotel?”
“No. I’ve been waiting to fuck you all day.” He placing a hand on my cheek. “Ever since I saw you in this black swimsuit.”
He stares at the outfit, though I wonder whether he’s really seeing it or what’s beneath it.
“Do you like it?” I ask him, touching his arm.
He takes my hand and places it on his crotch. “Does this answer your question?”
His erection throbs, straining against my palm, and I draw a deep breath. “No.”
“No?” His eyebrows furrow.
“I don’t know if it’s the swimsuit or me that’s earned this reaction.”
“Well, it’s both.” He places his hands on either side of me. “It’s all of you. I want all of you, Abby. Don’t you want me?”
Right. I’ve been keeping my husband waiting far too long. To hell with the sand. I can’t wait any longer, either.
Instead of answering, I place my hands behind Grant’s neck, pulling his face lower as I lift mine to kiss him. He lies down beside me, our arms and legs entwining as our mouths and hands devour each other.
His fingers become entangled with my hair. His hand caresses my neck, my shoulders, my arms. He squeezes my ass then runs his fingers through the back of one of my quivering thighs.
I climb on top of Grant, pinning his arms down as I take control of the kiss, pushing my tongue deeper into his mouth to taste every inch.
I want him. I always have and always will.
I pull away to breathe and wipe the trail of saliva that has trickled down my chin then brace myself on his chest as I grind against him, feeling his cock through the elastic fabrics between us.
God, I want him.
My sex aches, weeping as it longs for him. I bend backwards, closing my eyes and letting my hair flow past my shoulders as I throw my head back and continue grinding, savoring the exquisite friction.
My eyes fly open as I feel his palms on my breasts, slipping under my swimsuit to cup, rub, and caress. I continue grinding, keeping my head back as I relish each new sensation, gasping when his fingers find my nipples and twist them playfully.
Oh, God.
He pushes my swimsuit off my shoulders, my breasts springing free. I shiver, the air feeling cold against them but then Grant sits up and takes one inside his mouth and I shiver for a different reason.
He lies back down then pulls my hips forward, all the way to where his head is. Then he pushes aside that strip of my swimsuit that is soaked with the essence of my arousal and starts licking.
I fall forward, my hands clawing at the soft sand, burrowing into it as the pleasure churns inside me, that wicked tongue plundering my very core. My hair flows over my face like a veil, swaying in the breeze. I gasp. I moan. I cry softly. The pleasure is too much, his finger teasing my sensitive nub even as his mouth feasts on me, his tongue swiping at all the right spots.
My head spins. My breath comes in gasps.
Yes! No. Not… there!
I come, my orgasm washing over me like a strong wave, sweeping me away and knocking me over. Gasping for air, I climb off Grant, sitting on the towel. He doesn’t give me much time to catch my breath, though, as he spreads my legs and kneels between them before lowering his trunks to give me a glimpse of his hard cock.
I want to stare at it a little more. Fuck, I want to touch it, taste it, but Grant wasn’t joking when he said he was at the limits of his patience.
With one powerful thrust, he enters me. I lie down, feeling the sand beneath me. It gets on my skin, in my hair but I no longer care. I just cling to Grant as he pounds into my body, his jaw clenched as he grunts.
I close my eyes, moaning as he penetrates me more deeply. Then he moves faster and once more, I feel the wave building, preparing to crash down on me.
When it does, I let out a cry, wrapping my arms around Grant. He gives another thrust then shudders as he comes, burying his cock balls deep inside me while I squeeze every ounce out of him.
Then he collapses on top of me, panting. I open my eyes. At first, my vision is blurry, my senses still recovering. Then it clears and I gaze at the sky above me which is turning orange now.
I glance at the horizon.
Sunset.
And what a magnificent sunset it is, taking my breath away before I’ve had the chance to catch it.
Grant looks as well and for the next few minutes, we just watch the sun set in silence, our bodies still connected.
As soon as it’s gone, he pulls out, fixing his trunks and remembering that Tomas might be back any second, I fix my swimsuit as well then stand up, trying to get rid of as much of the sand on my skin.
“Are you alright?” Grant asks.
I nod. “I think I should go for a quick swim, though.”
Just to clean off the sand and… other stuff.
“Wait.” Grant grabs my hand, keeping me from running off. “Before you do, I want to give you something.”
He goes to the backpack, taking something out of one of its pockets and placing it in my palm.
Seeing the necklace, I gasp. It’s a diamond necklace, the large tear-shaped gem surrounded by smaller diamonds as well as a smaller heart-shaped ruby atop it and a moon-shaped sapphire below it.
“It’s beautiful.” I run my fingers over it. “Where did you get it?”
“My grandfather wanted me to give it to you.”
“He did?”
I can’t believe it. That cold-hearted old man gave Grant this necklace. But why? And why is he giving it to me?
“I guess he’s coming around,” Grant explains. “He said this necklace was my grandmother’s and it was supposed to be my mother’s at her wedding but he never did get a chance to give it to her. Now, it’s yours.”
“Wow. He’s giving this to me?”
Grant nods.
I still can’t believe it. Grant’s grandfather didn’t even want him to marry me and now, he gave me this necklace. But I guess people can change.
“He also said he wants to meet Marius,” Grant adds.
I raise an eyebrow.
“I told you he’s coming around.”
Well, I suppose he can. He is Marius’ great grandfather, after all. As mean as he was, he’s family. You can’t turn your back on family.
Family.
Suddenly, I’m reminded of my grandmother and my aunts and uncles again. They said my mother turned her back on them, but I felt like it was the other way around. Even so, could they have changed? What if they’ve put it all behind them? What if they want to see me?
“Abby?” Grant touches my hand.
“I don’t mind,” I tell him, pushing away my thoughts and remembering what we were talking about.
Just then, I see the boat and I quickly hand Grant the necklace. “You keep it first. I’ll just go for one last, quick swim.”
Without waiting for an answer, I run, splashing into the water as the boat comes closer and the light fades.
The day is gone but what a day it’s been. What a great start to our honeymoon this has been.
I’m sure tomorrow will be even better.