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The Newlyweds

The newly-weds are waking up on the day of their honeymoon.

This story is going to be much more mature now that they are officially married so for this chapter 16+ or please read at your own discretion! This is only my second time writing anything like this so please be kind!

"Good morning Mrs Schuster." Will spoke warmly as he stroked Rachel's arm.

"I'm going to get some breakfast." He grinned as he got out of the bed and got himself dressed.

As he pulled on a pair of jeans and sat down at the edge of the bed, He watched as Rachel came and sat on top of his lap.

God. He was so fucking lucky. To have such a gorgeous woman in his life.

"Careful." He groaned slightly.

"Hmm?" Rachel purred.

"You're.. You're making me.."

"Oh," she said softly, sounding disappointed as she pulled away slightly. Breaking their gaze she noticed the slight bulge in his jeans and muttered 'I'm sorry..."

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" He spoke softly as he rubbed his hands down her body.

"I'm sorry if I was pushy last night." Will apologised as he kissed Rachel.

"Baby, stop. You have nothing to apologise for. We're both consenting adults and we were celebrating." She grinned as he kissed her deeply.

"God Rachel. You're so fucking beautiful." He spoke suddenly.

She blushed slightly, looking away for a few moments, as he turned her face to meet his.

This was different, this kiss was tender but lasted longer, neither of them breaking apart until they were out of breath.

"I love you so much." Will mumbled.

She was intoxicating to him.

Again, he kissed her, with more hunger than before. As he threaded his fingers through her hair and gently pushed on the back of her head to keep her closer to him.

Soon they were once again breathless, and Will began to harden further.

Rachel's hands slowly slid down from his shoulders, to his hips, and then then rested there. Her thumbs manipulating his hip bones.

Gasping quietly, not loud enough for her to notice as she began to suck lightly on the pulse point of his neck, occasionally grazing her Tounge over his neck.

He continued to kiss her hungrily, as he slid his hands up her thighs again.

"God, I want you so badly." He panted against her lips, then rested his forehead against hers.

"So do it then. Make me yours." She purred, looking down at his crotch- unintentionally finding that the bulge there had grown quite significantly.

Stroking her stomach, where their fifth unborn-child laid, he gently kissed it.

"Te prometo que sere' amable." He spoke softly.