You and Me, Forever

Bring Heaven To You [1]

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The sun is setting in the backdrop of the island, drawing in the pinks and oranges of the sky, soaking the island of Bora Bora in an evening glow.

Camila picks herself off the towel resting atop the wooden flooring beside their plunge pool. Her skin is soaking in the French Polynesian water and the fresh air. She looks over her shoulder at the clock in the overwater bungalow and catches the fact that it has been ten hours since they've arrived from their wedding.

Given they just got married, entertained numerous guests and took an eighteen hour flight, a little over twenty-four hours ago, their energies were drained. Although they spent their first night as a married couple on an airplane, Camila and Shawn do not mind. Bora Bora is where they want their first night to be.

Camila leans over, grabbing her glass of gifted champagne from the edge of the pool and takes a long sip of it.

"Mrs Mendes!" she hears someone yell. Camila jolts, sparks flushing through her at the mention of her dream name – a name that is now a reality. A grace swarms through her and spreads onto her lips, as her eyes find her husband, Shawn. Her eyes twinkle with a newfound sparkle and it's the result of her union with the man before her.

The love of her lifts himself on the small platform, lower, that holds two cushions and climbs up the stairs that leads to the platform she is sitting on, attached to the outside of the outwater bungalow. His walk drains the wood in salty water, as the beads roll down the planes of his chest and on the flooring.

"Mr. Shawn Mendes," Camila grins, her voice floods with happiness, as Shawn comes closer. She gets lost, momentarily, at the sight of his nipples hardening in the evening setting air, the hotness of the day settling into a calming warmth. "Where have you been?" Camila asks, voice small, weakened by the sight of him.

Shawn shakes his head, pushing back his curls wet from the seat and he leans down. Camila shamelessly lets her gaze drop to his crotch, the fabric clinging to his length that is hardening, and she can see it. Absentmindedly, Camila ducks her head when he leans over her, to make sure she has the view, as her tongue licks at her bottom lip, then her teeth scraping against the plump skin, kissed swollen by her husband.

She watches as his thick thighs press against the inside of hers, as he nidges apart her legs, settling in between them. Camila stops herself from bucking up her hips to make her heat touch his clad cock.

She feels familiar, soft fingers capture the bottom of her chin and tear her gaze away from his length. Camila's pink lips part in arousal, as she tips her head back to meet his eyes. They're glossed with a shimmer, making the specks more prominent as the depths of the blue sea darken in his orbs. Her eyes travel to his lips, tinged a deep wine red. Shawn leans over her, his chest covering her eyes and Camila shudders, taking in his scent, laced with the water of the sea. She opens her mouth, his nipple in view as she feels an all-to-known wetness gathering in her nether region. Camila gasps, her back automatically arching off the towel, to get closer to him.

Just as her lips are about to skim his rosy bud, he straightens up, resting back on his heels, her legs pressing into his thighs as she subtly wiggles her hips, trying to relieve herself of some tension. It's been far too long that they have been married and he has not been inside her.