Mr. & Mrs.: An Arranged Marriage Romance

The rest of the cruise is spent with Jordan’s tongue down my throat, and his hands flexing on my hips or ass until I feel bruised. With any other man, I’d have slapped him silly. With Jordan, however, it’s more than a possessive grip, it’s more than him trying to stake his claim.

It’s him trying not to lose control of his unquenchable desire for me.

Neither of us says a word as he guides me back to our private hut with a covetous hand on the top of my ass. His fingers keep dipping between the crack of my cheeks, and I can’t say I don’t love it. The sand squishes between my toes as we walk, and I can’t help the slight giggle that escapes as it tickles me. The grains are softer than anything I’ve ever felt.

Jordan suddenly stops my momentum just a few steps from the door and spins me around. “Care to go for a dip?” His head nods at the clear water only a few feet away.

“Can we?” I ask. We walked along the shore earlier, and the water was perfectly warm, but we hadn’t fully submerged ourselves.

“Of course.” He’s already stripping his shirt over his head and backing towards the cool water.

Glancing back to the hut, I murmur, “I should get my suit.” I’m completely bare under the dress I’m wearing because I didn’t like the look of lines. I wanted to be sexy for Jordan. It terrified me that his gaze would wander when he saw someone more beautiful.

His steps falter at my question, and soon, he’s rushing back to where I stand motionless. His arms wrap behind me, pulling the zipper down my back and gliding the small straps off my shoulders. I have no idea why I don’t try to stop him, I just know the heat in his velvety chocolate orbs has me mesmerized.

“There isn’t an inch of this body I won’t be seeing soon, Megan. No need to be shy now.” He winks as my dress drops to the ground silently, and a light breeze stiffens my nipples as his fingers graze under the heavy globes.

Heat pools between my legs as he continues his light caresses. Sliding my thighs together, I try to alleviate the pounding in my core. He has me tied in knots as he backs away with an outstretched hand, daring me to follow him.

I’ve never been one to turn down a dare.

He’s still removing his clothes as we reach the water, and he stops to wait for me. “The moon is causing you to glow.” His soft words suddenly turn me shy again.

“I think that’s all the wonderful food I ate.” I laugh to hide my nerves.

His boxers drop at the same time he tugs my arm, and I fall into his embrace, so I can’t see the glorious hardened member I’ve felt pressed into my back or belly all evening.

Jordan’s hands dip down to cup my ass, and he lifts me effortlessly into his hold. The warmth of his rippling abs against my overheated core makes me rumble deep within my chest. He turns to walk us into the water, our gazes never straying as we watch each other, and with every step, I feel his engorged appendage slap at my ass, making me w

etter and hornier with each touch.

I’m so entranced in the movements of his body and the way he makes feel that it isn’t until I notice water lapping at my ass that I realize how deep we are. Shivering, he smiles as I hold him tighter.

“I have a secret,” I whisper.

“Do share.” He grins back at me.

“I can’t swim.”

He gets serious as he turns around. “Why the hell would you agree to come in the water for, then? Dammit, Megan, the baby.”

If Jordan weren’t holding me, I’d have melted into a puddle at his feet with his concern for my child. “You’re holding me,” I reply; it’s as simple as that. He stops moving at my words. “I know trust takes time, and love comes with understanding. I’m safe with you, Jordan. It’s something I feel so deeply in my soul, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that could break it.”

“You’re fucking killing me, baby.” He growls a split second before claiming my lips once again. The kiss is brutal, painful with its force.

I can feel his fingers digging into my ass the more passionate he becomes. His cock has firmly embedded itself between my ass cheeks, and I can’t stop my pussy from rubbing against his stomach. The light hairs rough against my sensitive skin.

“I need you,” I pant against his mouth as he bites and nibbles on me.

He sinks to the ground, and I realize, somehow, we’re back on the sand. Clothes underneath me soften the scratch from the sand as he strokes his cock up and down my slit, eliciting soft mewls from me.

“Jordan,” I breathe so quietly I doubt he hears.

“Hard and fast, baby,” is the only warning I get as he enters me with one swift thrust, breaching my entire body, pushing me past my limits.

Burning a hole the size of Texas through my small frame.

“Fucking goddamn motherfucker.” His words are as powerful as he is. “Your cunt is the sweetest little honey pot.” His praise makes me smile while my cheeks emblazon from his crude words.