My head pushes hard into the deck when I feel his tongue lap at my folds. He pushes my thighs, holding them apart, taking advantage of my weakened state. He sucks on my clit, bringing me to the brink.
“Jimmy,” I say, grabbing onto his hair, holding him there.
“Scream it out, sweetheart,” he says as his lips capture mine. He slides into me, filling me. He sits back on his knees, holding my legs out giving him more space to move. He rubs my clit causing me to scream out. I arch my back, my body begging for more. “Fuck, Jenna your pussy is going to be the death of me. The way you feel against my dick, I can’t get enough.” He pounds into me, emphasizing each word he says.
Heat pools too quickly for my liking. I want this to last, even though I know we can do it again. I don’t want him to stop. The sounds of our wet bodies slapping against each other is turning me on and I can’t hold off my impending orgasm.
He moves faster and changes positions, throwing my legs up onto his shoulders. He moves closer, gripping my hips as he moves in me.
“Jimmy,” I scream as my orgasm takes over my body. I push into him, needing more friction.
“Fuck, Sweet Lips, take my dick, own it, it’s all yours.”
His words are my undoing and his as well. He slams into me repeatedly, moaning. My legs fall to his side as he lies on top of me. He kisses me, deeply, holding my face in his hands. It’s too sweet, too caring. I refuse to believe he means it because it’ll hurt later when he leaves. Keep him at a distance, that’s what I need to do.
“That was fantastic,” he says against my lips. All I can do is nod. If anything, we’ll have great sex until the day we don’t.
“It was.”
He rolls onto his side and cradles me. His bare ass is in plain sight for anyone to see. “People probably saw us. We won’t be able to show our faces in the hotel.”
Jimmy laughs. “All they’re saying is look at that lucky bastard with his gorgeous wife having sex. And you know what?”
“What?” I say, fighting back laughter.
“You know damn well that man went back to his missus and just shagged the crap out of her.”
I shake my head. “What if it was a woman?”
“Hmm. If it was a woman, she went back to her bloke and had her wicked way with him.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm, yep, definitely.” He presses his lips to mine, trailing his hand down my side. He hitches my leg over his hip and adjusts, pushing into me.
“Again?” I ask, seeing the lust in his eyes.
“Sweetheart, I’m a walking hard on when it comes to you. Thank Christ, I’ll never have blue balls again.”
Jimmy makes love to me on the deck. This time it’s much different, like he’s trying to show my heart that he’s here and not going anywhere. I just refuse to believe this will be real once we head back to reality.
SHE doesn’t initiate sex. I don’t know what else to do. I can’t get enough of her and yet, when I think she’s about to make a move, she shuts down and waits for me. She gets so close and then I see the moment she starts to pull away and don’t know what I can do to help guide her over the edge. I’ve tried everything I can think of. The romantic walks on the beach, shopping and making love to her under the stars. The only thing I’ve held back on is telling her that I love her… I don’t know if I’m there yet. I don’t know what else I can do. I hold her hand. I introduce her as my wife and I’ve even told a few other holidaymakers that we’re having a baby.
I just want her to want me the way that I want her. I don’t want her to feel like I’m going through the motions of being her husband. I’m in this for life whether she thinks I am or not. I just need her to trust me, to open up to me.
I lie on my stomach, watching her over my shoulder as she walks passed the bed. She thinks I’m asleep, but I’ve been awake for the past few hours watching her sleep. She fell asleep in my arms but at some point in the middle of the night, she rolled over to the other side, as far away from me as possible. I don’t like that. I know she’s been hurt in the past, but she has to know I’d never lay a finger on her.
The shower switches on and I realise I can lie here and think about the ways in which I can show her that I’m her husband in every way possible; or I can go shower with my wife and hope that she starts to realise that I’m here and that I want to be with her. I knew what it meant when I asked her to marry me and I can’t lie, it’s going to be hard. I’m used to doing whatever and whoever I want without consequence. I need to rein my shit in and honour her the way she needs to be.
Bottom line is, I won’t be my father.
I get out of bed and sit on the edge. My hand rests on my knee, the sun shining on my ring causing a prism. I look down at my platinum band and smile. I picked this out quickly and I’ll admit, I like wearing it. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something good in my life. I know Jenna probably should’ve had a say, but I didn’t want her to give her the option of saying no. I’m married and I’m proud to be her husband. I just have to find the proper way of showing her that.
I run to the bathroom to catch her in the shower. When I open the door, the glass shower doors are steamed up, limiting my visibility of her naked body. I open the door, and step into the hot water. She turns and looks at me over her shoulder. She heard me come in, thwarting my attempt at surprising her. I’m rewarded with a killer smile making me believe that she’s happy to see me.
I step closer, my chest touching her back. I take the loofah from her hands and drop it on the floor. She turns to face me, bu
t I stop her. My intent was to come in and shower with her because that’s what husband and wives do. But the thought of her being covered in soap turns me on and as much as I want be with her like that, it’ll have to wait until next time. One look at her and I can’t not touch her. I need to feel her skin against mine.