This is love

EIGHTEEN

I gasp, my body quivering from complete blissful elation that carried me to the edge of utter content and severe satisfaction. Our sweaty bodies glide against each other’s, the pounding of each other's hearts almost being heard from outside our chests. He doesn’t take a second to slow his rhythmic thrusts, connection hip-to-hip, groin-to-groin. He holds me by my hips, his own buckling upwards to help direct us both to that stargazing moment. 

“Fuck.” He hisses with a breathless gasp. I can’t make a noise. I simply hold his broad shoulders, aware that my jelly arms may surrender as my body quakes with an impeccable rush surging through my body like a title wave. I can feel his thighs tightening and the way his fingers pinch at my waist, unable to graze my body like he was previous and I know he’s there but he’s holding back for my benefit.

 It barely takes a minute later before I join him on that exceptional high, completely and utterly breathless, stunned and full of every desire and need I had. A hunger that was constantly fed throughout the entire night still creeping up to crave him over and over. I would forever be thirsty for my husband. 

Husband. 

He covers me gently and sweeps me onto my side, propping himself up with his elbow as the sheets pool around his middle. He grins to me, brushing my hair behind my ear from the rats nest I was sure it had become. 

“Is it bad that I don’t want to get out of bed today?” I mumble, taking a finger and tracing across his stubbled jaw that was faintly stained with my blood red lipstick. “Literally, I don’t want to move an inch.” 

He chuckles and glides a hand down my shoulder and arm. “We can come back once everyone is gone. I know you would hate not saying goodbye to Frank and Flo. Once they’re gone, I promise I will take you prisoner back in this room again and we’re not leaving until we’re needing to get onto the flight.” 

We extended our wedding into our honeymoon and decided that an extra five day stay was necessary. He carried me across the threshold of the cottage last night once our final guests started to spill out to their own chalets back at the villa. We escaped, barely making it inside before our wedding attire was discarded hastily and christened almost every inch of the holiday home with no shame. Not even when I knocked off the expensive looking picture from above the dresser as I was held against the wall with sloppy kisses and hot thrusts. 

“I better move now then before I lose all motivation.” I sigh, chucking back the cover and slipping from the heat. I was too lazy to remove any pins from my hair last night, and even lazier to scrape off any makeup but surprisingly - and thankfully - it remained in place and saved me from the embarrassing panda eyes. Savouring the warmth of the shower, my body flinches as Jason joins me. I giggle. “Stop! We need to hurry.” 

He snakes his hands around my front, grazing from my chest down to my stomach with his soapy hands dripping suds to the floor. He kisses my shoulder. “I’ll send them back on the jet.” 

Squirming with a giggle, I turn to face him. “The entire party? There wouldn’t be enough room. Now stop - you were the one just telling me out there that we can come straight back.” 

“That was before you walked away from me, naked with those fucking stockings still on.” 

It was at his request that I kept the thigh high, white stockings hook high around my legs all night after he discarded the incredibly sexy lingerie Hannah had helped me pick during a shopping trip last week. Opting for the traditional virgin white lace that was mesh across the breast and patterned across the stomach, that had a matching garter belt too hoist the stockings up and accentuate the see through panties that came in the set. Hannah swore that Jason would pass out when he saw me, and I wanted to call her to confirm he almost did.