~So I am very uncomfortable with writing lemons, but I might try to do something a little bit more than just a mild lemon. This might go either terribly wrong or make me just write a mild lemon. I don't know. Let's see how things go.
Once we landed in California, we got out of the airport and rented a car. We drove off towards San Francisco, since we were going to be staying there for the majority of our honeymoon. We were going to stay at San Francisco for three days, drive down to Los Angeles and stay there for one day and go to San Diego for one day and then leave from the San Diego airport. So for a total of five days we were in California. We checked into our hotel and fell asleep. (So I looked up the flight hours between Japan and California and it was around a 12 hour flight, but since Japan is on the opposite of the world, it is a 16 hour time difference. So, this is like an example: if you were to get there around 4 in the morning on March 14, you'd be a day behind around 16 hours. So it would be 12 in the afternoon on March 13. But I don't want to write all of that. So yeah. Here's that. That's some serious jet lag, too.)
In the morning, we got up, had breakfast in the hotel, and we changed into our bathing suits. We were going to go to the beach today and hangout there for a while. When we were done, we headed out of the hotel and down towards the beach. We got a good spot and I placed down the towels while Ren went to get an umbrella. We were at the beach for about three hours. We both went in the water for a little bit to cool off. When we were done at the beach we went into our hotel room and I showered first. I got out, dried off, and changed and Ren went to shower. We went out for lunch and walked around the city. We went to the Golden Gate Bridge and saw Lombard Street. Hell of a walk back up the street. We did a little bit of shopping and we got back to the hotel around seven at night. We went back out to grab something to eat and came back around nine. I laid down on the bed and Ren was next to me. He looked over at me and moved closer. He placed his lips on my neck and I moaned a little bit.
"Now?" I asked.
He got on top of me and held my arms above my head. He lowered his face to my ear and growled, "I want to fuck you so bad right now."
I smiled a bit, "Save it for the last night."
"I can't wait that long, babe."
"I think you can," I said and kissed him.
The trip went by quickly and before I knew it, it was the last night. Los Angeles was amazing. We got a picture with of the Hollywood sign. We took a lot of photos while we were in San Francisco. For our last night, Ren treated me to a great dinner with an ocean side view. When we were done, we headed back to our room. I took one step in the room and Ren picked me up by my waist.
"Ren!"
"I'm not waiting any longer," he smirked.
He walked over to the bed and put me down. He placed his lips roughly against mine and forced his tongue in my mouth. I moaned as his tongue slid across mine.
"I love you," he said over and over through our heated make out. He pulled away, but before he got too far I bit down on his bottom lip. He smirked at me and kissed me one more time before trailing down my neck. He pulled away and took off his shirt. I caught myself staring at his toned stomach. He pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me. He started with planting little kisses here and there, but he soon nipped and the nipping turned into biting. He left a few hickeys on my neck. He tugged at the bottom of my shirt and I nodded, giving him permission. He slipped off my shirt and planted small kisses against my stomach. I ran my hand through his hair, messing it up. He trailed up to my chest and looked at my in the eyes.
"May I?"
I arched my back and he ran his hands underneath and up to the clip of my bra. He un-clipped it and threw it aside. He put his mouth over the left nipple and began to suck it for a little bit while he played with the right one. He moved over to the right one and gave it the same treatment. I moaned in pleasure and ran my hands once more through his hair. He pulled away and took off his pants and he took off my pants. Before he did anything more, he leaned over and growled in my ear.
"I want to fuck you so hard that you won't walk in the morning."
"Then do it," I growled back.
He smirked at me and slid my underwear off and he slid his off. He positioned himself below and I braced myself.
"Let me know if I'm hurting you," he said.
I just nodded and he slowly slid himself in. I bit my bottom lip as pain coursed through me. He leaned forwards and placed his lips onto mine. He wanted to keep my mind off of the pain for right now. He slipped his entire self in and waited for me to adjust to his size. He pulled away and I just nodded. He slowly started and I moaned in pain, but that pain soon turned into pleasure. He kept kissing me here and there.
"I love you, Y/N," he said. "You know that right?"
"Of course I do, Ren."
"Good."
He started picking up the pace. Soon he was bashing in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. I began to claw at his back while he kept going. There was this warm feeling in my stomach. It suddenly turned into a tight knot. I yelled out and moaned for a little bit.
"Yell my name!"
"Ren!" I yelled.
"Louder! Let the entire floor know that you're mine!"
"Ren!" I yelled once more.
"I'm almost there," he said.
"Me too," I said.
A few minutes later he came and then I came. We both were breathing heavily against each other's body. It was warm and it felt good. Ren pulled himself out and laid next to me. He looked over and smiled.
"Round 2 later tonight?"
I kissed him softly, "You bet."
~Hey guys, I don't know how I did, but I made it through without feeling uncomfortable! (That's a first.) I hope you liked it!
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