Mr Garcia

Ahhhh……… kill me now. I’m dead.

Sebastian leads me up the stairs, and my mouth drops open once more, the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen. His eyes meet mine and I smile softly, "I suppose I can spend a week in this dump."

He takes my champagne off me and walks me backward towards the bed, "I'm sure we'll find something to do."

I giggle against his lips, “We have canapes being served on the deck in ten.”

“Do I look like I care?” He murmurs against my lips; his teeth drop to my neck.

“Can we at least pretend to be normal.” I laugh as I look at the ceiling.

"We are on our honeymoon. For once, we are supposed to fuck all day. It's the official festival of come."

I burst out laughing, “The festival of come? Good lord, you are a born romantic, Mr Garcia.”

"I know. It's a gift." He laughs too, and I take his two hands in mine and step back from him, "Thank you." I look around. "This is…. perfect."

“Like you.”

I kiss him softly, "Like us." We hold each other, and there's this beautiful intimacy in the room. "Let's just take out time and enjoy our night. We'll never get this back. I'm not rushing a thing."

His eyes twinkle with a certain something, and I know that he agrees. He picks my hand up and kisses it, "I love you."

My eyes fill with tears, “I love you.”

“Why do you get so teary when you say that?”

I shrug, embarrassed. “Because…” I cut myself off.

“What?” He takes my face in his hands. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t know I could love someone as much as I love you.”

His eyes search mine.

“I thought I was in love before……but I hadn’t even scratched the surface.”

He smiles softly, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

"Waiting."

I frown.

“For me to get my shit together, I haven’t been the easiest man to ……love.”

My heart bursts, “Sebastian, you are the easiest man in the world to love.”

He kisses me softly and takes my hand in his.

“Cocktails on the deck are waiting.” I smile.

"Cock in bed is a much better option, in my opinion." He mutters dryly. "But whatever."

We make our way downstairs and out onto the deck, the yacht has now left the dock, and we are slowly heading out toward the sea. The sun is just setting, and the sky is a beautiful hue of pinks and reds, oh…. this is magical.

The waiter appears with a silver tray, "Here you are, Mr Garcia, Top shelf Margaritas, Gran Patron Tequila as requested."

"My wife's favorite," Sebastian smirks.

He remembered.

I giggle as I take my Margarita from the tray. I sip it. Oh wow…. that's the stuff.

Heaven in a cup.

The waiter leaves us alone, and Sebastian holds his Margarita to mine in a toast. "To many happy years, my love."

The yacht, the sunset…. the dreamy husband.

This is utter perfection.

I smile and hold my drink in the air, “With many more of these.”

It's late, the crew has retired, and the captain is below deck. A second security yacht is a few hundred meters behind us.

We are in the hot tub, surrounded by darkness, the gentle lapping of the ocean sounds in the distance. The cool wind is dusting our skin.

Sebastian has me straddled over his body as we kiss. His hands are on my hips, dragging me over his thick hard cock. With his eyes locked on mine, he undoes the ties of my bikini bottoms and takes them off. His fingers drop to my sex, and he slowly begins to work me. Our kiss turns desperate.

I’ve wanted him all day.

The feelings between us are too intense.

With two fingers deep in my sex, he slides his other hand around. His fingers begin to explore the part of me that he doesn't know.

My behind.

We stare at each other as he rubs me there, the forbidden zone, where he hasn’t been allowed to go.

He slowly slides the tip of a finger in, and I shudder as we stare at each other.

Arousal is pumping heavily between us.

“It’s our wedding night.” He whispers as he kisses me in a silent plea.

“You want that as your wedding present?” I ask.

His eyes are dark, unwavering. “Yes.”

He keeps working me, back and front …. and god, I can hardly keep my eyes open from the feelings of pleasure.

"You're so… big, Seb," I whisper against his lips, unable to hide my fear.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” His fingers keep going, keep pushing my limits, amping up my arousal, and hell……this feels so fucking good.

He lifts his hand out of the water and holds it out to me, “See this gold band.” He whispers.

I look down at his wedding ring.

“This means I will always protect you.” He murmurs. “You have all of me, April. And now, I need all of you.”

I stare at him, and I know this is it.