A Fresh Start

The Honeymoon

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Chapter 40: The Honeymoon

"We're married," Edward crooned in my ear. His strong forearms wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "I'm so happy, Bella." The bright sun in the Mexico sky filled our luxurious suite. The room was exquisite, filled with rich, deep woods. The colors were bright and warm. The bathroom was open to the room and had a huge waterfall shower and exposed Jacuzzi tub that overlooked the Caribbean. "Mrs. Masen," he breathed in my ear. "My wife. I love you."

"I love you, more, husband," I smiled as I stretched. My muscles were sore from the activities from yesterday, but I was happy. "I just want to stay here."

"So tempting," Edward said as he moved so he was hovering over me. He pushed my legs apart with his and placed his hands by my head. "We have the brunch." I wrinkled my nose and ran my hands up and down his back. Edward's eyes rolled back in his head. He dipped down and caressed my lips with his. Our mouths moved in tandem. I could feel him become more aroused against my thigh. Move closer, baby. I need to feel you. "They can wait. I need to make love to my wife," he purred as he moved his hips forward. His hardened length nuzzled my entrance. "Do you want me, Bella?"

"God, yes," I panted. "I need you. To feel you."

"Excellent," Edward said as he flipped us so I was straddling his waist. I giggled at his movement. I laced my fingers with his and shoved them over his head. I positioned myself over his waiting cock and lowered my body on him slowly, inching my way down. "Bella," he groaned. "Stop teasing me."

"I want you feel all of me, Edward," I said as I continued to moved down at a snail's pace. Edward shifted underneath me, his brow furrowed adorably. I smirked as I sat up, taking his erection fully into my body. "You feel amazing, Edward."

"Not as amazing as you, Bella," he said as he took one hand and place it on my breast, kneading gently and twisting the nipple with his expert fingers. His other hand went to my hip and guided my movements over his body. "You're so warm. So tight. So perfect."

"We were made for each other, Edward," I whispered as I rocked against his body. I leaned back and braced my hands against his knees. Edward watched as I rode him. His eyes trained on where our bodies were connected. "You like watching us?"

"Fuck yes," Edward breathed. He sat up and wrapped his arms my waist. He stopped my movements. "I want you to see us, too. Get up."

"Wha...what?" I asked.

Edward gently lifted me from his cock. I frowned. "Don't pout. You'll like this. I saw it when I went to the bathroom this morning." He tugged on my hand and led me to full length mirror near the Jacuzzi tub. There was a chair near it. Edward sat down and pulled me into his lap. "Face away from me. As much as I hate not being to kiss you, you'll want to see this."

"Edward," I blushed. He took my hand and led me to sit on his lap. He spread his legs and settled me between them. With his hand, he turned my head and kissed me passionately. His other hand snaked down the front of my body to my core. His fingertips played with my clit and I moaned wantonly.