Chapter Three
Calla
“I do,” I whispered, staring into the eyes of the man I had just vowed to love and cherish for all the days of my life.
The rest of the words were a blur. The civil ceremony—performed by a judge and witnessed by a secretary and a man we found on the street—was over.
“We’re married,” I said, disbelief in my voice as he pushed open the double doors.
“Yes, we are,” Jake said, with a huge smile on his face. “Now, we need to get our asses to the airport or we’re going to miss our flight.”
By the time we landed in Bora Bora, we were both exhausted. The flight had been too long, and we were tired, but also very horny. We had gone straight from the courthouse to the airport with no time for even so much as a quickie, and I’d been wanting my husband fiercely.
“As soon as we get to that bungalow, I am going to fuck you senseless,” he whispered in my ear as we waited for our car.
“We have to wait until then?” I groaned.
He grinned. “I don’t think we want to get kicked out of the country for having sex in public.”
“It isn’t quite as frowned upon here as it is at home,” I said, hoping to encourage him.
He put a hand on my thigh. “We’ll be there soon.”
Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes. I knew I was missing the scenery, but I had a feeling I was going to need every minute of rest I could get.
Our bungalow was absolutely perfect. I made a mental note to get Holly a very special souvenir. She had done an amazing job with the arrangements.
“Wow,” Jake said, staring out the huge windows looking out over the sea. “I never imagined it would be this gorgeous. I am truly amazed.”
I walked over to stand beside him. “I told you. Let this be the first of many times you listen to me and trust me.”
He chuckled. “I trusted you, but I’m not big on vacations across the planet. I haven’t always had the best experiences in my travels.”
“I don’t plan on visiting warzones. I want to see the world and I want you by my side.”
“If you take me to places like this, I could be convinced to pack a bag whenever you asked.”
He wrapped an arm around me and hugged me close. We took in the view together for several long minutes. I shrieked when he bent down and scooped me up.
“Jake!”
He grinned and carried me to the huge bed before gently placing me on the edge. “I didn’t get to carry you over the threshold, so this will have to do.”
I giggled at his chivalry. “You are such a romantic.”
“What I have in mind has nothing to do with romance,” he said, in a low growl, his eyes roaming over me.
His words made heat pool in my belly and I was desperate to have his touch. He slowly stripped off the t-shirt and shorts he was wearing, his eyes on mine the entire time. The man could always make me horny and seeing his huge body standing before me in nothing, but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs was nearly my undoing.
“My God, you are a gorgeous man,” I whispered.
He grinned. “You’re not so bad yourself. I love every curve, every inch of your body, but mostly—I love what’s inside,” he said, in a low, husky voice.
I climbed off the bed, needing to be near him and wanting the dress I was wearing off. I undid the buttons down the front, watching him as I did. When it dropped to the ground in a pool of fabric, I heard him growl low in his throat. I was wearing a sexy white, lacy piece of lingerie in celebration of our official wedding night.
“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, before stepping forward to run his hands over the lace that stretched over my breasts, hiding nothing.
“Slowly, I hope,” I breathed out.
His hands roved over my body, caressing each curve before he dropped to his knees in front of me. His face was in direct line with my crotch. I could feel his hot breath washing over me and shivered in anticipation. One hand reached up and pulled at the panties, taking them down my legs. They fell to my ankles. He gently kissed my nether lips before rising to his feet and quickly taking off the matching bra.
“Naked, just the way I like you to be.”
I nodded, too excited to speak. He kissed me, then gently pushed me back down to the bed, my knees bent at the edge, my legs hanging over. I moaned as he dropped to his knees between my legs. His fingers ran over my calf and up the inside of my thigh before circling my pussy. The man was a master at what he did with his mouth.
“Jake,” I moaned, when he ran his tongue up my slit before using his fingers to spread my lips.
“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m going to feast on my bride.”
Hearing the word bride heightened the pleasure. His tongue was massaging my pussy with slow strokes. He pushed one finger inside me before pulling out and replacing his finger with his tongue. I arched my back, my hands fisting in the blanket covering the mattress. It was an exquisite torture and my body was soon shaking with need. He knew just where to touch and nibble to bring me the greatest pleasure.
“Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he whispered over my center, the words vibrating against the sensitive flesh.
One finger slid in while his teeth grabbed the sensitive kernel, sucking it gently. That was my undoing, and I bucked and thrashed on the bed as he pulled the orgasm from my body.
“Sweet, sweet pussy,” he murmured, kissing the inside of one thigh and then the other. “And it’s all mine. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming for mercy.”
He rose to his feet, still standing between my legs. I was gasping for air, still trying to come down from the high he had given me. His dick was in his hand, stroking it as he stared down at my naked body. I reached between my legs and rubbed my wet pussy.
“Do it, Calla. I want to see your fingers sliding inside you,” he said, in a guttural voice.
I pushed in one finger, loving the feel of my silky swollen folds. He reached out and slid his finger in while holding his engorged cock in his other hand. He stroked in and out of me with his finger as he slid his fisted hand up and down his length.
Reaching for his dick, I came off the bed. His hand was still gripping it tightly, so I used my tongue to lick the head. He jerked forward, still holding on tight. I licked around the tip before sliding my tongue down to where his hand held firm. I closed my mouth over his dick and slid my lips down to where his hand stopped me from taking him all the way in. He bounced his dick against my teeth and I very gently raked my teeth up his cock, before sliding back down.
There was a loud roar as he shoved me backwards onto the bed.
“I have to fuck you,” he shouted, bending his knees before thrusting into my body.
I cried out as his dick rammed into me with such force it slid my body across the bed. His hands snaked out and grabbed my hips, pulling my body up his hard thighs as he slammed into me over and over. The man was forceful as he pounded into me as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
“Jake!” I screamed his name, feeling an orgasm building.
The man was completely focused and didn’t seem to hear me. The only sound in the room was our bodies slapping together.
The orgasm crashed over me like a freight train, and I could feel my body exploding around his dick. I was helpless to do anything. He had me in a vice and was fucking me hard and deep.
He roared something incoherent before stepping back and flipping my body over. I didn’t get the chance to catch my breath before his hard cock was buried deep inside me once again. The angle tickled new nerves, creating a whole new wave of powerful sensations.
“Don’t move,” he grunted.
I couldn’t move if I had wanted to. I was thoroughly impaled. My body was tingling and I could feel tiny spasms like mini-earthquakes rocking my body. The epicenter was my pussy where his dick was hard and throbbing.
“Don’t move!” he growled.
I didn’t think I was moving, but it wasn’t long before that familiar sensation began to spiral up through my toes and spread like fire throughout my body.
My head rolled back and forth on the bed. A loud slap and instant stinging sensation on my backside pushed me over the edge. My hips raised off the bed, pushing him deeper inside.
“God dammit,” he roared, grabbing my hips again, his fingers pressing into the flesh as he pushed in to the hilt.
The man was hard as a rock and faster than a piston as he viciously pumped into me. I heard shouting in the distance and realized it was him. The roaring in my ears combined with the stars bursting in front of my eyes with each thrust into my body was disorientating.
He suddenly stopped moving and stilled inside me a split second before his roar cut through the quiet room. He lunged forward, his knees hitting the bed as his climax quite literally dropped him to his knees on top of me.
His heavy weight anchored me, bringing my body back down to earth. I had been spinning with sheer pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I whispered under his weight. “What was that?”
He grunted. “I don’t know. It was you. You make me fucking insane.”
I chuckled. “I’ll make you crazy any day of the week if you promise to do that to me again.”
He rolled to the side. “Your body. I can’t get enough of you. Some wild beast takes over whenever I taste or smell you. I want to drive into you so hard, it never feels like quite enough.”
I leaned up on my elbows and looked at him, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t mind a bit.”
He stood up and walked to the small kitchen, popping the cork on a bottle of champagne that had been chilling in an ice bucket. I was supremely satisfied and ready for a long nap. I crawled up the bed and slid under the sheet.
“What do you have there?” I asked, as he carried the tray towards the bed.
“Strawberries and champagne. We are on our honeymoon,” he said, handing me one of the fluted glasses.
I took the champagne. My hands were still shaking from the wild sex and I accidentally spilled some on my chest. He leaned forward and licked it away. His lips against my heated flesh felt too good to be true.
He crawled into bed beside me. We sipped our champagne and fed each other strawberries before Jake got the idea that the champagne would taste better if he could lick it from my body. Things got very heated and very wet.