Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air 4)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

MY PARADISE

The honeymoon was tailor fit to my own personal idea paradise.

Five days.  No staff.  Not a soul but us on an island that belonged to me.

She was not allowed clothes, not even at meals.

I lost myself in her softness.  Completely and forever.

We wallowed in each other, for days, the perfect celebration of our union.

The first day was a delight of the senses, and I reveled in her body until she was beyond begging for mercy.

At one point she went limp.  I'd gotten carried away, and she'd fainted.

I panicked a bit, but got her to rouse and sat her up, so relieved and remorseful that I shook with it.

"My apologies.  I forgot myself.  Are you okay?"

She said she was.

I let her rest.

The second day we slept, got up once to eat, I lazily got her off with my tongue, and we slept some more.

Day three we walked along the beach for hours, spilling all of our secrets and dancing na**d along the sand.  It was a joyful outpouring of our souls, one of the most memorable and profound days of my life.

We made love on the beach and got sand in some interesting places.

We went out into the water, our na**d forms joined together as the cool water lapped against us.  I held her for hours like that, watching the sea and the sky and marveling at the wonder of life.

The fourth day we walked to a hidden lagoon.  We spent the day swimming and lazing away the hours.

The fifth day we barely left the bedroom.

I left her sleeping for but five minutes, to get us cups of water, and came back starved for her, as though we'd been apart for days instead of minutes.

I sat carefully beside her sleeping form.

I bent over her, brushing her lips with mine, then slowly, slipping my tongue in her mouth.

She started when she woke, but quickly settled into the kiss.  I moaned when she started sucking on my tongue.

I shifted, holding her face to mine as I swept my tongue across her lips.  I pulled back slightly to look into her sleepy eyes.

I slipped my fingers down to her mound, rubbing them lazily through her soft folds.

She shifted, a flush rising to her cheeks.

I found her cl*t with my index finger and circled it.  I felt it swell under my touch.

"Did you miss me?" I asked her, rubbing more firmly.

"Yes, and no."

"Both?  Why both?"

"Yes, because of this."  She gasped as I pushed a finger into her.  "No, because I needed a bit of sleep."

I smiled.  She had a good point.  I'd been an animal, claiming her body in every conceivable way, day and night, since she'd become legally mine.

Speaking of which.

I stood up beside the bed, looming over her, wearing nothing but white linen trousers and heavy lidded desire.

"Sit up," I told her.  "Take it out," I ordered, nodding down at the prominent bulge at the front of my pants.

She obeyed, looking dazed, eyes glazed with passion.

Her fingers fumbled with the ties, the side of her wrist brushing against my erection.  I pushed it harder against her, clenching my jaw, holding back a groan when she freed it, and it jutted out at her, inches from her face.  A whisper from her mouth.

Bianca took a deep breath, as though inhaling it.

I was fully erect, swelled to my full size, the broad head of my c**k stretching toward her parted lips.

She licked those luscious lips and stared like she was starving.

My balls tightened, hard length jerking restlessly, then bobbing with the bounce of its own weight.

She gasped when a drop of pr**cum spilled out the aching head, glancing up at me, as though asking for permission.

I pushed my h*ps forward that last little bit.  "Lick it," I ordered her roughly.

With happy sigh, she lapped at it with her soft pink tongue.  The look of bliss on her face was gratifying, to say the least. She continued to lick it clean with slow, concentrated zeal until I told her to stop.

She pulled back, staring at my cock, another spurt of liquid rewarding her attention.

She bit her lips and looked up at my face, as though asking for permission.

I nodded.  "Go ahead.  Lick it clean again."

She obeyed with long, slow swipes of her tongue.  I clenched my jaw, hands made into fists.

She pulled back, and more pr**cum dribbled over to tempt her.

"There's more," I said roughly.  "Lick it all up.  Every drop."

With a moan, she lapped it up.

"Good, love, now suck on the tip."

We both moaned as she slid her soft lips over my engorged head.  Her eyes looked up at me as she sucked, her tongue stroking the underside of my tip with each hungry pull.

"Take me deeper," I gasped, "I want to feel the back of your throat."

Tipping her head forward, she slowly drew me deeper, her tight throat hugging my tip, her tongue moving busily along the underside of my shaft.  We'd been working on her deep-throating skills.  She'd come far in a short amount of time.

I shoved deeper, and she sucked greedily at every added inch.

I grunted and reached down to grab my base, squeezing hard, trying to hold back my release for a few more torturous, blissful moments in her mouth.

She moaned around my length, taking me still deeper.

With an instinctive jerk, I shoved myself down her throat.

She started to gag, and I pulled back, cursing out an apology.

"You can use your hands now," I told her, and she did, taking me back into her hot little mouth while her hands twisted and squeezed me until I felt my seed rolling up my shaft