Our Secret Dream 2

Adventures of Paris

I wake with a start as I feel like my bladders about to explode. The pressure making every movement unbearable. Quietly and quickly I slip out of his hold and rush across the room into our adjoining bathroom.

The burn and ache between my thighs reminding me of the delicious torture we'd gotten up to last night. It really was the perfect way to kick start our honeymoon. Besides who wouldn't start as they mean to go on.

With delicious, soul kissing, hungry sex.

If what we spoke about in the car ride home after the reception was true then we would be doing a hell of a lot more of it. Not that we didn't have sex a lot before we had got married, it's just different now. It feels different. Like the connection between us is more intense.

I wash my hands and brush my teeth before standing in front of the mirror. Gazing at the doe eyed girl looking back at me. Her hair wild from sex and her cheeks coated in a warm pink glow. Blushing, I always wake up blushing.

Glancing around the counter top I find my toiletry bag, something my loving husband must has unpacked for me last night. I rummage through the contents for a minute before finding my hair brush. Brushing away the knots and tangled of bed head, making it silky, falling in straight-ish waves around my shoulders and down my back. For a moment I think about leaving my hair down but with the expected weather for the day decide a messy bun is so much better. Plus my man loves having access to my neck.

'Baby?' I hear him shout from behind to door to the bathroom. He must have just woken up as his voice is still husky, like a man who's been drinking tequila non stop for hours.

Smiling I swish mouthwash around my mouth before spitting it into the sink and heading back into the bedroom. A shit eating grin on my lips as I see my sex god of a man sitting up against the headboard. His arms folded behind his head whilst the bed sheets pool around his hips. Giving me a deliciously tempting sight of his abs and happy trail.

Oh how I would love to lick them. Tempting.

He holds his arms open for me, a smile that mirrors mine on his lips. Excited, I skip over to him, his shirt bouncing up past my hips with every step.

Once I reach the side of the bed, I stop and look down at him before climbing over and snuggling into to his chest. My legs wrapping around his, my arms draped over his torso whilst he wraps his around my back. The blankets covering us both as we cuddle. One of my favourite things to do.

'You smell heavenly' he breaths as he takes another deep sniff.

'Hmm'

'How are you feeling this morning?'

'Heavenly'

His hand runs up and down my back before moving over my hip and down my thigh, warming my skin in its wake. My lips part and a whimper escapes as his hands get closer to my pussy. His long body no pushing against mine from above me.