Bella

Honeymoon

The only thing bluer than Evan’s eyes is the ocean water in Santorini, Greece. But like him, it’s something straight out of a dream. Sand white as snow. The most beautiful architecture. It seems crazy to be surrounded by so much beauty and awaiting adventure, but that’s what my life with Evan is now, a crazy beautiful ride. This is our first stop on what Evan has promised to be ‘many’ in our lives together.

Hopping all around the world with my super sexy and adoring husband? Yes, please. Sign me up. I’m all about it.

Speaking of my sexy husband ...

He slips through the sliding doors of our honeymoon suite, glistening like a god that could compete with the mythical variety, thanks to the sheen of sweat covering his hard-muscular body. The droplets run down his tattooed covered chest, licking at his flushed skin as they descend downward.

That’s all yours. You get to ride that ride.

He swallows long gulps of water from his bottle until it’s completely empty, crushes the plastic in his mighty fist and then groans down deep in his throat. The sound mixed with this display before me pierces right between my thighs.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I ask, smiling at him from my place on the bed, still completely unmade because, well, we’ve basically been living in it.

He grins at my ogling. “See something you like, Bella?”

“If by like you mean love. Definitely.”

“Want to show me how much?”

I raise a brow.

He licks his lips.

I eye his abs, then … a little lower.

He gives me an arched brow back.

And then tackles me down to the mattress. This is why we’ve been living in this bed. There’s no restrictions. No lies. No secrets. It’s just us, and there are no rules.

There’s only one thing in our little Greek fantasy land that exists from our normal life. He swipes the handcuffs from the bedside table.

Evan pins my hands to the bed more gently than I’d imagine any crook has ever been arrested.

“You have the right to remain the sexiest wife any man could ever wish for.” He cuffs my left hand and loosely locks the cuff. “You have the right to have your body treated to my mouth anywhere you wish at any time of your choosing.” He locks my right hand. “Do you understand your rights as I have explained them, Mrs. Lacuna?”

“Once more, please,” I plead. “Especially the second one. I didn’t quite understand that—”

He’s already on his way to explaining, his head tucked between my thighs as he makes love to my pussy with his mouth.

And what a mouth it is.

He knows every trick. And then some. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at my skin.

His fingers are even better.

God help me when he uses both.

He slides his long middle digit inside me, stroking against that special spot as he plays my clit with his tongue. Every time I near the edge of falling he pulls me back, slowing, until I’m brought back down, and then lifts me high again, a torturous pleasure. And when I finally reach the heights I’m longing for, he lets me fall so freely, giving me every single bit of him full force, lapping at my tender skin with his mouth cupped firmly to my center, letting me come on his greedy tongue. I free myself of the cuffs (Cuddle Cuffs, come on, people.) and he kisses my wrists.

Evan kisses my thighs and then rolls himself onto his back. “Come here,” he says. “I need to taste you, now.”

I crawl up his chest and he pulls me free of my tank top, tossing it to the floor without even looking.

“Yeah, get rid of that fucker,” he laughs, cupping my breasts. “God, I fucking love your body. Ride my mouth, Bella. Put that sweet pussy that’s all mine back on me.”

I stroke him through his shorts. “Don’t you want something, first?”

He groans, thrusting into my hand a bit. “I have to explain your rights properly, first.”

And, god, does he ever. I’m mirandized with his tongue.

I pant as I come, my thighs quivering as they bookend his head. I have to hold onto the headboard to keep myself up and can’t stop myself from chanting his name. Evan lifts my thigh and rolls out from under me, leaving me clinging to the headboard as he grips my hips from behind. His mouth groans in my ear as he dots a hot line of kisses down my neck. He continues his way down, pressing his mouth to the curve of my spine until I’m begging him to take me, again.

“Oh,” he says, “trying to escape from me, are you?” He lifts the cuffs from the bed and dangles them on his finger.

“No, officer.”

“Do you know the penalty for escapees?”

Oh, I know. We’ve been playing this game since we got here.

It’s my favorite.

“I would never be a bad girl, Officer Lacuna.”

“Bad girls don’t escape from their cuffs.” His hand slaps my bare ass cheek and then soothes the sting with his palm, circling. “Say you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll let you go.”

“I’m sorry …” I breathe.

He smacks my ass again. “Or maybe I won’t.”

Evan pulls at my hips and instantly sinks himself inside me, his thickness filling me up so completely, I nearly come from the pressure.

Still sunk deep, he takes the cuffs and clasps them back on my wrists, but this time locks me to the headboard.

And there isn’t a better prison in the entire world than this bed.

He knocks on the bathroom door three times.

“Almost ready, baby?”

I twist the knob and step outside. “You tell me.”

Evan takes a step back, eyes scanning me from top to bottom, soaking in how my black dress clings to my curves, cleavage spilling over purposefully. Until tonight we’ve been pretty much ordering in to our suite because we’ve been unable to actually get our clothes fully on before one of us takes a glance at the other and tears them back off again.

Tonight, we’re dining like adults.

Our first real fancy dinner as husband and wife. Funnel cakes at your wedding don’t count, apparently.

“Hmm,” he hums. “I think something is missing.” Evan dips into his pocket and pulls out a teal box with a matching ribbon. He pulls the top off and inside there is a gold pendant engraved with the roman numeral three.

I smile up at him. “Oh, Evan, I love it. Thank you.”

He clasps it around my neck and then holds my face in his hands, gazing into my eyes. “Tradition says first gift of your anniversary should be a clock.”

I laugh. “Evan, we’re still on our honeymoon.”

“I know. But I thought about that. A clock represents time. It’s the only thing I have failed to give you the most of in our relationship. I need to amend that. The thing I want to give you more than anything now, in our life together, Bella, is time. So, this is a reminder of my promise to you. I will always put you first. Before work, before myself, before anything. There’s nothing more important to me than you.”

“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up on my toes to kiss him.

Evan presses back into me, his hands already descending down my spine, rounding the curve of my ass. He pulls back with a breathless laugh on his lips.

“I swear we can do this,” he chuckles.

“Dinner is highly overrated,” I retort, gunning for his mouth again. He lets me taste him, kissing me back deeply, but then stands tall and gazes down into my eyes.

“We have to have a fancy dinner on our honeymoon. It’s the other thing I never got to give you.”

“I’d rather eat you,” I say with a grin.

I roam my hands over the map of his dark suit jacket until I reach his muscular shoulders. The shorn hairs at the nape of his neck tickle my fingers as I play with the ends, holding his gaze I whisper over his mouth, “To not kiss me would be you trying to deny this spark, Evan. Think you’re tough enough to last a whole dinner without taking me, doing whatever you want to your all too willing wife?”

He emits a low growl in the depth of his throat.

“All too willing, hmm?”

He places his hand just under the hem of my skirt, so I can feel the heat of his palm against my bare ass cheek.

“Oops,” I say, staring at his mouth as his lips part in surprise. “I guess something is missing after all …”

“Fuck, Bella. You’re completely bare.” He roams his hand further, rubbing his fingers through my silken skin. “You’re a lethal fucking weapon, you know that?”

I tip on my toes, brushing my breasts against his hard chest. “And all yours.”

Evan’s deep voice croons, “From the beginning of time, destruction has been caused at the hand of a woman.”

I sigh a little, closing my eyes briefly. “Don’t preach to me the evils and weakness of women right now, please. You’re killing the magic.”

A little hook forms in the corner of his mouth as he smiles. He reaches out with delicate fingers to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, keeping his eyes on mine. “No, it’s the weakness of men. Women have more power than you could ever imagine.”

“And yet I’m under your spell.”

He shakes his head, leaning closer to whisper against my lips like he’s telling me a secret. “Since I first saw you, you’ve lived everywhere inside me. You’re in my blood. You’ve invaded my thoughts and I can’t sleep without you by my side. I can’t shake the sight of you from my mind, and I don’t ever want to, Bella.”

He dips his head down to kiss where my heart beats fast and furiously under my breastbone. The only sound in the room is our breaths.

I slide my hands down his front and grab hold of him. “Do whatever you want to me, right now, Evan.”

Evan tilts my chin up to him with two fingers, keeping hold of me with his eyes. “I’m trying really hard to be good, and that’s very hard when you tempt me to break my good behavior with phrases like ‘do whatever you want.’” He squeezes my ass roughly. “We should go to dinner. We need to do this.”

I hold tighter around his neck, pressing into him. “You said life shouldn’t be constricting. Maybe those rules need to be broken.”

Evan stares into my eyes, searching for something that he needs to find living inside of mine.

And in less than a single heartbeat, he whispers, “Fuck,” and crashes his hot mouth possessively against my awaiting lips.

I pull his tie from his neck and wrap it around his wrists, leading him to the bed and giving him a good hard shove. He falls back grinning as he holds up his hands. “Well, you’ve caught me. Now what?”

“Put them above your head,” I order.

“Yes, ma’am.” He raises his hands over his head, laying completely flat and I fall to my knees, unfastening his belt and tug down his charcoal grey pants to free what I desire most on his body. He’s already hard and long, just how I love him. I taste the end of his cock and then crawl up his body, straddling myself over him as I sit, sliding myself over his length, teasing him with the slickness of my body against his.

“Fuck, baby. Put me inside of you.”

I lean forward and clasp my hands inside his, our fingers threading even though he’s still locked up in his twisted tie around his wrists. His mouth captures mine and he thrusts his hips just as I slide low enough for him to tease my entrance, but not quite enough to own me.

“You’re killing me. I need you,” he pants.

“Tell me again,” I say, kissing his lips.

He whispers to me three times because he knows I love nothing more than that.

This time I slide down his length and ride him until we’re both breathless and spent.

I fall to his chest and he easily rids himself of my poor kidnapping attempt via his tie around his wrists.

Evan kisses me tenderly, and then rolls so he can free himself, jumping out of bed.

“I’ll be right back.”

“You’re naked,” I say, smiling wide at his naked, super toned and tanned cheeks as he exits the room.

When he comes back in he’s got a small feast all wrapped up in a pretty blue blanket that mimics the color of Greek rooftops and the ocean they surround.

“Aw, Evan, was this our dinner?” I wrap a sheet around myself and fall around where he arranges the perfect meal. I grin up at him as I spy something amiss among the Greek culture cuisines of dolmades, fresh salads and a whole grilled fish lined with lemon.

“Fried chicken,” I laugh, raising one chicken leg high in the air.

Evan takes a seat next to me, raises his arms in the air and says, “Whatever you do don’t shoot.”

“Funny.” I lean in and kiss him.

“I swear,” he says more seriously, “I might still be packing a gun, Bella,” he raises a brow and then gets serious again, “but I am only here, now, to steal away your heart.”

“Forever,” I say, kissing his lips.

He watches me for a moment, his eyes so crystal blue and sure, gazing deeply into mine.

“Forever.”