one year later...
Teddy's with Gryphon and Theo for the night.
It's Mona and I's honeymoon and I'll be damned if I let a child ruin our night.
No offense to Teddy.
Mona's eyes glint mischievously as we enter the beach house.
The room is cream colored, illuminated by golden light from the crystalline chandelier. There's floor-to-ceiling windows all over this room, but the vegetation in the area is so dense that neither of us have to worry about any peeping Tom's. The L-shaped couch matches the colors of the walls, a large coffee table in the center of the room.
The kitchen gives way to two sliding doors, both glass and overlooking the ocean. The island is entirely ours for the next three days, waves crashing against the sand, birds chirping overhead, sand burning our bare feet.
Hawaii is the best possible location I could've picked.
She's still in her wedding dress, the off-white color wrapping around her in a way so elegantly yet seductive. Her shoulders are bare, the 'sleeves' hanging loosely to her biceps. The top half of the dress is like an embroidered corset, lace flowers stitched into place with occasional pearls. The bottom half flares out like a ball gown, poofy and wide and long.
Her black heels are the most evident contrast to her outfit. They're velvety material, two straps holding them in place. One band going over her toes and the other wrapping around her ankles.
Her hair is pulled into a complicated braid that I don't know the proper name of. Pearls and white flowers are tucked into the knots of her hair, a few loose strands dangling over her face.
Her plump lips are a matted shade of nude pink, her lashes long and wispy. Her cheeks are rosy and her nose shines beneath the light, and I can't help but think, 'holy shit, I am one lucky man.'
I make my way towards her, dropping our bags as we go. Her lips quirk up at the corners and I cup her jaw, pressing my lips to hers and sighing into the kiss.
She's so fucking beautiful.
I drag my hands down her sides, reaching the small of her waist and pulling her impossibly closer. Her back arches into me and I tower over her. My tongue slips against hers and her fingers twist into the mess of curls on top of my head.
My pants are straining against me and I groan, feeling her lips twist into a smile.
"Evil." I whisper, her hands traveling down my chest.
She stops at the zipper of my dress pants, looping the button out and undoing the zipper. Her hand dips into my pants, wrapping around the length of my dick and my head falls the slightest bit.
"Couch." I tell her through kisses, using my hands to guide her backwards and grinning as our lips break when she falls onto her back.
Using her arms, she shimmies up the couch. I move the poof of the dress out of the way, kneeling between her legs.
She reaches down, starting to loosen her heels when I stop her and shake my head.
"I want to fuck you like this." I tell her, dragging my hands up her legs. "In these shoes, in this dress, in this exact position."
She huffs with a soft smile. "Reg, Blaise had this dress designed to fit me."
"Exactly. So, it shouldn't come off." I tell her, bunching the dress up around her waist. "Don't want to waste his precious talent, Mona."
She grins, pulling me closer by the belt and I lose all of my self restraint. I push my pants down far enough for my boxers to follow and then I'm pushing her white lace thong to the side.
I hover over her, propping my weight up on one arm. Slowly, I drag my tip through her folds, collecting her slick on the head before teasing her entrance.
Mona whines in frustration, smacking her leg against mine in impatience. "Come on, I want to feel you."
Grinning, I sink into her completely, her back arching and her legs wrapping over my waist. I don't give her time to adjust before I'm dragging back and slamming my hips forward.
Her nails dig into the skin of my back and she's moaning so loudly I'm worried the neighboring island might hear us.
I continue my brutal pace, the sound of skin on skin and pornographic moans filling the silence between us. With one hand, I hold her hips in place, slamming into her with a speed I didn't know I could reach. With the other, my fingertips wrap around her neck, squeezing just hard enough for her cheeks to flush a rosy color.
God she's fucking beautiful.
Her nails drag up my spine and I can't help but let out a hiss of discomfort. The pain quickly subsides, replaced with the unmistakable feeling of total ecstasy.
"I love you." I say hoarsely, sweat beads rolling down my forehead.
"I love you." She answers, echoing my words with a high pitched moan.
And that's what does it.
Mona is stumbling up the mountain of pleasure and jumping off the orgasmic peak. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her lips parted for a silent scream. She's clinging to me like her life depends on it and I can't help but think that it does.
She trusts me in this moment, in all moments, to make decisions for her that could end us both.
Her pussy clamps around my cock and I'm chasing my own high, my hips stuttering as I reach my orgasm. I spill into her, my breath harsh and ragged.
And then I carefully lower my body weight onto her, push a strand of hair out of her face. Then I bury my head in the crook of her neck and I wish I could stay like this forever.
The two of us entangled together, the lines of our bodies interlinked, and just enjoying one another's warmth.
"I love you, Mona Monhagen." I whisper to her, my arms wrapping beneath her neck.
"It's Black." She corrects. "Mona Black."
And I'm overjoyed. I'm smiling against her and I can't stop.
Because she's mine. She'll always be mine and vice versa.
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A/N: this was a shorter chapter, but it felt right.
i hope you enjoyed the show.
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