Unexpected Co-star

Part 38

The salty ocean breeze slipped through the open windows of Hugh's beachside mansion, the room covered in clothes and remnants of the crazy wedding sex we had the night before. My legs  still shaky from the sensation. I stood on the balcony, watching the waves crash against the shore, and the warmth of the Australian sun kissed my skin. Behind me, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Hugh in the kitchen- the clink of dishes and a low, off-key hum that always made me smile. 

Suddenly, I felt his hands wrapping around my thin waist, pulling me back into his warmth. "I've got you now," he whispered playfully into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. 

I tilted my head to the side, letting him nuzzle into my neck. "Mmm, do you?" I teased, pressing back into him, feeling his strong erection now pressed against me. His lips brushed the sensitive spot below my ear, and I giggled, feeling the electricity between us spark to life again.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jackman," he murmured, his voice in a low growl. 

I spun in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and pulling him in for a slow, lingering kiss. "Good morning, Mr.Jackman," I replied, our lips barely apart. The warmth of his breath fanned across my face as he grinned, mischief flashing in his eyes.

"You look beautiful," he said, his eyes trailing over the lace robe that reveals my naked body through the transparent fabric. He raised an eyebrow. "Do we need to leave the house today or can we just recreate last night?"

I smirked, running my hands over his shirtless chest as the air goes through the hair. "Oh, I like the idea of that...what did you have planned?"

He grabs the back of my neck bringing my face closer to his. Our eyelashes almost fluttering against each other. "Beach, Swimming, kissing my gorgeous wife...sex, tons of sex." 

"Sounds like a tough schedule," I teased, pulling away just enough to start walking toward the bedroom. I threw a glance over my shoulder and added, "Hope you can keep up."

Hugh chuckled as he followed me, his hands grab my waist and jolts me backwards towards him. He releases, and slaps my buttocks, quick and hard.I could feel the his handprint sticking to my skin with redness. "Oh, I plan to keep up. Don't worry about me, babygirl."

We spent the morning in playful flirtation, our kisses growing more heated as the minutes ticked by. Every brush of his hand against my skin sent sparks through me, and every kiss made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. 

By the early afternoon, we made our way down the private path to the beach, Hugh held me in his arms as my legs wrapped around his muscular abs, carrying me closer and closer to the water. I slid my tongue into his mouth, swirling around his. Exchanging spit, leaving no room to breathe. "I told you I'd keep up," he murmured into my lips. The kiss was slow, teasing- his lips overlapping and colliding with mine lightly, pulling away just as I wanted more. Hugh grabbed my hand and led me into the water. His gaze not leaving mine as the water crashing into our legs. He pulls the string of my bikini top causing my top to fall. "Hugh!" I cried, he twirls me into his arms and pulls me over his shoulder. He unties the last strap of my top, I watch it fall into the water and disappear with the waves. 

Hugh finally sets me down into the water but all I want to do is wrap my legs around his body to cover up. I look up into his brownish beautiful green eyes. I take a few small, slow steps. Pressing my uncovered breasts against his body. His eyes never leave mine as if he's trying to figure out what my plan is. With a slow but precise strike, he unties my bathing suit bottoms. The left tie and then the right, leaving it to float away like the top before. 

I grab his hand, guiding it to me clit. His face twitches with hunger once he grazes my sex. I let go to grip him for some kid of stability. My legs become numb as his touch makes me lose control. I grab his arm and full his fingers out of me. It's like something switched inside of him, he lifts me into his arms making me wrap my legs around him quickly. Hugh holds me up with one hand, as he slides down swimsuit trunks and enters inside of me. He lowers us into the water more until it reaches our waist. I glide up and down his shaft, almost in-sync with the waves. I can feel his hips pounding against with every thrust. I lose control, I grab onto his air and release a loud moan. A smile stretches across his face when my moan never ends. I'm out of breath, his dominate hungry look only gets worse. He was like a savage animal ready to take what was his. 

He leaves one arm around my waist and brings the other to my throat gripping hard and sexy. I can tell he was about to climax. Hugh begins picking up the pace, his breathing harsh, my body melts around him. I could feel my cervix clamping on his shaft. Tighter. And Tighter. And Tighter. We both lose ourselves. Both coming at the same time, collapse against him, out of breath and feeling almost light headed. 

Hugh picks me up and holds me almost like a child. His body covering mine, making sure my body that belongs to him wasn't showing to the world. As we headed back to the mansion, the sky a mixture of fiery orange and soft pink, Hugh looks down at me with a that sexy grin that I love, "I think we might be the luckiest people in the entire world."

"Oh, really?" I teased. "And why's that?"

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze still on me. "Because I get to do this every day for the rest of my life." He drops his neck and kisses me softly, his lips lingering on mine. "And I don't plan on stopping."

When we reach the mansion, Hugh disappeared into the kitchen, and minutes late I wander to see him cooking in just a pair of tight black boxers. I run up to him and jump into his grasp, I kiss him playfully. When our lips break apart, I lift myself onto the counter. I see he was making pasta, the sauce in a pan on the lightest flame setting. "How far do you think this sauce can travel?" I ask, dipping my finger into the sauce and trailing it up my thigh, almost near my sex. 

Hugh shoots me a look, I spread my legs open more.My buttocks hanging out of my thong and sitting on the cold marble counter top. He approaches slowly, and drops down onto his knees staring at the sauce on my skin. He runs his hand on the side of my thighs away from the sauce. "I don't know Mrs.Jackman..." He says, sticking his tongue out and gracefully licking the sauce off of me. His tongue meets my thong, he pulls it back, giving my clit a quick lick before standing up. He stands between my legs and kiss me quickly. Hugh brings his arm up and slides his fingers along my jaw line before giving me a cute, sexy wink. He turns away and goes back to cooking. 

Hugh grabs the plates full of food and brings out on the balcony, the warm breeze ruffling our hair. We sat close, surfeit tangled under the table, his fingers brushing against my leg every now and then, driving me just a little crazy.

After dinner, I led him to the bedroom, where we collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of laughter and sheets. I leaned over hi, brushing a lock of my hair out of my face. "Are you happy?" I asked, softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. 

He caught my hand, brining it to his lips. "More than I've ever been," he replied, his voice low and sincere.