What's a Heart to a Soul

2.14 Perfect

(A/N) ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ this chapter contains sexual content!

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I stood on the balcony, my eyes wide as I looked out at the magnificent view before me. We were just off the Amalfi Coast on a small island, the Mediterranean surrounding us on all fronts. The crisp ocean air filled my lungs, the hot sun beating down against my skin, and arms snaked around my waist. I jumped slightly at the contact, an electric current seemingly coursing right through me.

Her whispered voice set my nerves at ease, "How's my wife liking the view."

I grinned and turned to meet her gaze, "I love it almost as much as I love hearing you call me your wife."

We had just arrived after a rather long journey. We had left straight from our wedding, our friends waving goodbye to us as we drove off in a limo to our happy ever after.

"You know in order to call you my wife I think there's one more traditional step to take to, well, consummate this marriage." Her voice was low and raspy as she barely even whispered the last part.

She was so close I could feel her body heat radiating, her hot breathe on my neck. She ran her fingertips lightly along my lower back, my shirt pulled up ever so slightly.

I smiled back at her, feeling my cheeks growing hotter than the sun, "Well it is the right thing to do, so I suppose we should."

She moved in first, our lips colliding as the world slipped away from us. The heat of the day was nothing compared to this. My hands tangled in her hair and hers rested on my hips. She pulled me in closer, desperately, as she took my bottom lip between her teeth. I let out a soft moan, her eyes lusted over as she looked back at me now. She released my lips and pulled at my white shirt, tugging it up and over my head to reveal my blue lace bra. She looked at me as though she were a wild animal, and I her prey. She closed back in on me, kissing my lips once more as the sparks flew into the summer wind.

She reached behind me, the clasp standing no chance at the hands of such an expert. She was like an artist when it came to removing my bra, I would know considering she had done it countless times since we'd met. I let the bra slide off my shoulders, down my arms, and onto the floor. Her hands found their way onto my breasts, her fingers running over my already hardened nipples as she watched on mesmerized.

I cleared my throat causing her to look up at me, her eyes dark, "My eyes are up here."

"Can I not admire my beautiful, hot," she paused squeezing my tits tightly and sent a surge of pleasure right to my core "extremely sexy wife?"

"I thought we had one more technicality to take care of first?" I countered, cocking my head to the side.

She rolled her eyes and didn't even bother with a response as she kissed me once more. I absolutely could not get enough of her. I mindlessly pulled up on her shirt causing her to pull back and lift her arms. I then made short work of her black lace bra, having had many lessons on the clasp in our time together. I stared at her now, my hands finding their way to their rightful place. I pinched her nipples lightly and she bit her tongue sharply between her teeth.

"I will never get over how incredibly perfect you are love." My voice came out a mere whisper as though I were not saying it to her, but to myself.

She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "I will never get over how incredibly perfect you are either beautiful. We're literally perfect for each other."

"I love you Carter." I whispered to the stars hidden by daylight.

"I love you Chase." She whispered to the ocean breeze and summer air.