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Honeymoon (Smutt)

Smutt challenge I'm doing with my two ocs Albert and Frida. This is my first time writing smutt forgive me.
Forgive me 🙏
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Albert carried his colourfully decorated bride down the empty corridor, both laughing and giggling, faces red and moods high from their wedding finally ending. He stood by their hotel suites door and Frida still being carried in his arms kicked the door opened with a white heel. Making them both laugh more.

"Oh my, alone in a hotel suite with you what could ever happen especially on our first honeymoon night" Albert implied as Frida looked at him whilst he walked into the room still carrying her, he closed the door with his foot and she locked it.

"Whatever could you mean Captain?" she asked smirking as he laid her delicately on the bed. Albert removed the crown off his head and put it ontop of the dresser by the bed and throwing his jacket to the side. That's when he crawled on the bed and laid his head on Fridas chest.
"Who gave you commands to place your head there?" She smirked hands pulling his face closer whispering in his ear.
"Albert are you sure about this?" He laughed, face in between her clothed chest.

"Oh course I am, you?" He asked lifting his eyes to meet hers making sure she was okay with everything about to happen.

"I'm good with it too. Tell me whenever you want to stop"

"Roger that sailor" he playfully spoke arms snaked behind her back and gently unzipping her dress whilst her hands moved down from his face to unbutton his shirt. He peeled the dress down and exposed her bra leaving the dress scrunched up by her waist as he helped her remove his shirt having his scarred chest revealed.

Frida pulled Albert's head down and laid him next to her pushing herself up on her arms and hovered above him. She managed to pull off her dress completely and threw it aside into the ground. Albert flushed bright pink and attempted to pull his gaze to the side, Frida smirked face nearing his.
"Have you never seen a bra and panties, captain" she asked as Alberts blushed deepened. She pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek and then started leaving gentle pecks on his jawline and futher down on his neck. Albert reached down and unclipped his trousers and kicked them off leaving him exposed just by his boxers. Frida had kissed a sensitive spot on his neck and he quickly tried to hide it with his hand but Frida had already placed her lips there and refused to move.

"Frida no!" He playfully tried to push her face away but she instead grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. She licked his neck smirking when she felt him squirm.
"Frida you sadistic bitch!" He complained laughing and struggling against her grip.

"May I?" She asked breathe heating Albert's face and neck, he could feel her lips and teeth gently press down on his freckled neck. Her hands had slid up into his and the two locked fingers.

"You may if I can return the favour" he agreed and she went in for the soft bite, his grip on her hands tightened as her teeth pressed into his skin, just barely breaking the soft surface of peach fuzz. Small trickles of blood came out as she licked the wound pulling away seeing it slowly darken into a bruise.
"I'm going to have to wear high collars because of you."

Frida let go of his hands. Albert felt at the mark and looked up smirking at his wife as she placed her hands on his chest caressing each scar. He rubbed her shoulders and put his hands ontop of the buckle of her bra.

"Go on they're all yours as long as this one is mine" she whispered hands sliding down his chest, waist and hip stopping just above the v-line of his penis. Albert's skin heated up slowly at the touch and she could feel the soft whisps of hair under her hands. She gently pulled at his boxer briefs and he pulled at her bra buckle.
"Go on have some fun" he looked up at her, black hair dangled down her shoulder with taunting dark green eyes framed by manicured eyelashes. Her pale soft skin stood out against his tanned scarred body, each freckle being counted by her gaze as he lost himself in her smile. She was a washed up mermaid stuck atop a hard rock on the shore and Albert felt something hard in his boxers that made Frida excited.