Newlywed Games Under the Setting Sun
# Newlywed Games The turquoise water of the Caribbean was a shock to the system, a liquid jewel against the pure white sand. Erin, who insisted on being called Bunches for reasons known only to Gavin, waded in up to her knees, the warm sea
Chapter 1
The turquoise water of the Caribbean was a shock to the system, a liquid jewel against the pure white sand. Erin, who insisted on being called Bunches for reasons known only to Gavin, waded in up to her knees, the warm sea swirling around her smooth, toned legs. She turned back to look at him, her laughter carried away by the breeze. Gavin—Luvkins, her Luvkins—watched from under the shade of a palm tree, his short brown hair tousled, the scruff of his beard a dark shadow against his skin.
They were only a day into their honeymoon, and the sheer, unadulterated joy of it was still a palpable force between them. At the restaurant last night, a fancy place with tables dug into the sand, his hand had found its way beneath the linen tablecloth. His fingers, calloused and sure, had traced slow, hidden circles high on her inner thigh while she tried to order dessert without her voice cracking. She’d retaliated by letting her sandal drop and stroking the arch of his foot with her toes, her eyes locked with his blue ones, daring him to break first. It was a silent, conspiratorial game, a reminder that while their best days might be photographic memories in an album, the best moments were happening right now, in the secret language of their bodies.
Back in their suite, the air was thick with the scent of salt and frangipani. The sliding door to the balcony was open, the sheer curtains billowing like ghosts. Gavin came up behind Erin as she leaned on the railing, watching the sunset bleed into the horizon. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding down to splay possessively over her hips.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about your legs at dinner,” he murmured into her ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “The way the candlelight caught them. I was imagining what it would be like to have them wrapped around me right here, where anyone with a good telescope might get a show.”
She shivered, leaning back into his solid warmth. “A little exhibitionism, Luvkins? On our honeymoon?” She turned in his arms, her fingers finding the hem of his shirt. “I think that’s against the rules.”
“We make the rules now,” he grinned, that considerate lover’s smile that promised mischief and care in equal measure. His hands slid lower, cupping her backside through her thin sundress. “And my first rule is that my wife gets whatever she wants.”
What she wanted, it turned out, was to be slowly, thoroughly undressed as the last light faded from the sky. He took his time, his worship of her body a form of extended foreplay that made her breath catch. He kissed the sensitive spot behind her knee, nibbled a path up her smooth thigh, his scruff a delicious friction against her skin. When he finally guided her to her knees, facing the breathtaking view of the ocean, her hands gripping the cool metal railing, the feeling was electric.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire as he knelt behind her. The position was primal, powerful. He pressed against her, his hardness a promise against her backside. “So beautiful. My Bunches.” His hands explored her, one curling around her hip, the other venturing between her legs, finding her already wet and eager. The world was a darkening canvas before them, and in that moment, they were the only two people in it, testing their own limits, writing their own story, one delicious, clandestine touch at a time.
Chapter 2
"Wow, you feel incredible, Bunches," Gavin groaned, his hips pressing firmly against her from behind. The warm night air was thick with their shared heat and the rhythmic sounds of their bodies connecting. His fingers dug into her hips as he moved, a steady, powerful rhythm that made her clutch the balcony railing tighter. "Wish I could see your face right now."
Erin arched her back, moaning as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her knees tremble. "Then... maybe we should move... somewhere with a mirror next time," she gasped, her voice breathy and raw. She could feel the tension coiling tight in her belly, a delicious pressure that threatened to unravel her completely.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, Gavin slowed, his movements becoming deliberate, almost teasing. "Not yet," he murmured, his lips brushing her shoulder. "I want to draw this out." He withdrew, turning her gently in his arms. "Let's order that dessert we talked about. And then... I have an idea."
Minutes later, a room service cart arrived with a plate of rich chocolate-covered strawberries and two forks. Gavin took one, his eyes dark with intent. "Open," he whispered, and she did, expecting to be fed. Instead, he carefully dragged the chocolate tip over her collarbone, then lower, tracing a path down her sternum to her navel.
"Your turn," he said, his voice husky, handing her a strawberry. "Someplace I've never kissed."
A wicked smile touched her lips. She took the fruit, leaned in, and slowly painted a glossy streak of chocolate along the inside of his wrist, a place usually hidden by a watch or sleeve. "There," she whispered. "Your turn to taste."
He brought his wrist to his mouth, his tongue slowly licking the chocolate away, his blue eyes locked on hers the entire time. The intimacy of the act, of tasting a part of him usually ignored, sent a fresh wave of desire through her. "Mmm. Delicious. But I think I need another." He selected a fresh berry, his gaze dropping. "Now... the back of your knee."
Chapter 3
A gasp escaped her lips at the cool, sweet trail he painted on that surprisingly sensitive skin. His mouth followed, hot and demanding, erasing the chocolate with lazy, open-mouthed kisses that sent shocks straight to her core. "I've been thinking about this spot all day," Gavin murmured, his voice vibrating against her knee. "Ever since you were wading in the water."
He rose, his eyes dark with a thrilling mix of devotion and dominance. Taking her hand, he led her back inside, away from the balcony's suggestive exposure. "My turn to pick the location," he said, a playful smirk on his face as he guided her toward the massive, freestanding mirror in the corner of their suite. "I want to watch you. I want to see what I do to you."
Positioning her so she faced the reflection, he stood behind her, his hands roaming over her body as they both watched. "Look at you, Bunches," he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "Look how beautiful you are when you're flushed for me." His hands slid around to her front, one cupping her breast, the other sliding down her stomach, past the waistband of the panties she’d slipped on after their balcony encounter.
"You're so wet for me already," he growled in her ear, his fingers finding her slick heat. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as she watched his hand move between her legs in the mirror. The visual was intoxicating—the sight of his tanned, muscular forearm, the focused expression on his face, her own body arching into his touch. "That's it. Show me how much you like it." He increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb circling her clit with precision.
"Oh, God, Luvkins... don't stop," she begged, her own hands gripping his
thighs for support. The tension built rapidly, a tight, screaming coil deep within her. She was so close, teetering on a glorious edge. He continued his pace as she began to let loose, writhing violently against his hand.
Chapter 4
“This place is almost too perfect to be true,” Gavin murmured into her hair as they walked hand-in-hand along the moonlit beach later that night. The full moon hung heavy and silver above them, casting a path of shimmering light across the gently lapping waves. “Almost.”
Erin squeezed his hand, her bare feet sinking into the cool sand. “Almost?” she teased, looking up at his profile. “What could possibly make it more perfect, Luvkins?”
He stopped walking and turned to her, the moon illuminating the playful glint in his blue eyes. “A midnight swim. Just us. No one else for miles.” His gaze dropped to the simple black bikini just visible beneath her sheer cover-up. “And I want to see you in that water. All of you.”
Her breath hitched. The beach was deserted, the only sounds the soft sigh of the ocean and the distant music from a resort down the coast. It was a dare, and they were both experts at accepting them.
They waded into the black, velvety water, the temperature a shocking, perfect contrast to the warm air. When they were waist-deep, Gavin turned to her, water droplets clinging to the dark hair on his chest. “I believe I’m overdressed for the occasion,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.
His hands went to the ties of her bikini top. He worked the knot slowly, deliberately, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of her sternum. The fabric loosened, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it free. He held it for a moment, a sly smile on his face, before letting it go. The current caught it, and the dark top drifted away into the moon-dappled water, disappearing into the shadows.
“Whoops,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. His hands immediately found her bare breasts, his thumbs circling her tightened nipples under the water. The sensation was electric—the cool sea, his hot hands, the illicit thrill of exposure.
“You are so going to pay for that,” she gasped, her own fingers desperately working the drawstring of his swim trunks. They sank into the water, joining her top in the Caribbean secrecy.
Their naked bodies came together, slick and hungry, the water providing a sensuous, weightless friction. They kissed deeply, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her tight against his hard length. She ground against him, the water swirling around their intimate connection.
The sound of distant, laughing voices carried over the water. They froze, clinging to each other.
“Back to the room,” he whispered urgently against her lips, his breath ragged. “Now. And you,” he added with a dark, thrilling chuckle, his hand protectively covering one of her bare breasts as he guided her toward the shore, “are going to have to be very, very discreet.” The thrilling, sneaking walk back to their suite, her top lost to the sea and her skin pebbled with cold and desire, was its own exquisite form of foreplay.
Chapter 5
The laughter from down the beach grew subtly louder, a reminder that their moonlit privacy was an illusion. Gavin kept his body between Erin and the sound, his hand still cupping her bare breast as he guided her swiftly toward the patch of deep shadow cast by a cluster of swaying palm trees. The fronds whispered above them, masking their ragged breathing.
"Almost there, Bunches," he murmured, but his voice was strained, the muscles in his arm taut with the effort of control. She could feel the hard, persistent press of him against her hip with every hurried step, a clear testament to his own denied pleasure throughout the night.
His chivalry, shielding her, fueling her pleasure while bottling his own, was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. And she decided he’d been patient long enough.
As they reached the deep pocket of darkness between two thick trunks, she suddenly twisted in his grasp, pressing him firmly back against the rough bark of a palm tree. He grunted in surprise.
“My turn,” she whispered, her voice husky and sure. Her hand slid between them, finding the rigid length of him. He was already slick at the tip, a bead of pure need that made her own breath catch. “You’ve been so good to me all night, Luvkins. Now it’s your turn to let go.”
“Erin, anyone could come by,” he groaned, but his hips instinctively pushed into her touch.
“Then you’d better be quiet,” she challenged, a wicked smile in her voice as her fingers began to move, establishing a firm, knowing rhythm. She watched his face in the dappled moonlight, his eyes clenched shut, his jaw tight. She used her other hand to silence his groans with a deep, consuming kiss, swallowing the raw, ragged sounds he couldn’t contain.
It didn’t take long. His body went rigid, a silent, shuddering cry lost against her mouth as his release painted hot stripes across her fist and her bare stomach. He sagged against the tree, pulling her into a fierce, trembling hug, his breathing chaotic against her neck.
After a long moment, he let out a shaky, amazed laugh. “You are terrifying.” He found her lips for a soft, lingering kiss. “And I am officially sneakier. Let’s get back to the room before my legs give out.” Hand in hand, they darted from shadow to shadow, two conspirators giddy with their secret, the warm night air feeling like a victory.
Chapter 6
The next day, a brief tropical downpour kept them cabin-bound. Gavin pulled a small, colorfully wrapped box from his suitcase with a sheepish grin. "A little parting gift from the guys at the bachelor party. They called it 'Newlywed Games'."
Bunches laughed, unfolding the crinkly game board on the crisp white sheets. "Oh crap, what did they get us into?" The squares held playful dares: *Kiss for 60 seconds*, *Whisper a secret fantasy*, *Remove one piece of clothing*. Her fingertip landed on a square that made her breath catch: *Titty sex*. Gavin’s landed right below it on: *Blindfold her and do what you want to her.”
He looked from the board to her face, his blue eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and raw hunger. "Well, Bunches," he said, his voice dropping to that low, considerate rumble that never failed to coil heat low in her belly. "Rules are rules."
He retrieved a silk scarf from his drawer, the same deep blue as the twilight ocean. "Okay?" he asked, his thumb stroking her wrist. She nodded, her pulse hammering against his touch. The silk was cool as he looped it around her head, knotting it securely but gently, plunging her into darkness. The world shrank to the sound of his breathing, the scent of his skin, and the soft rustle of the sheets as he moved.
His hands found her shoulders, easing her back against the pillows. "I've wanted to do this since I saw you in that white dress at the altar," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "All mine. And I get to have you like this." His hands slid down, deftly undoing the front clasp of her bra. The air hit her bare skin, and she arched off the bed with a gasp.
"Now for that other rule," he growled, his voice thick with need. His hands guided her thighs apart, settling himself between them. She felt the hard, hot length of him press against her stomach, then slide upward, nestling perfectly between her breasts. He used his own precum to slick his cock, the sound filthy and intimate in the quiet room.
"Hold them together for me, baby," he instructed, his voice a ragged whisper. She complied, pressing her breasts tightly around him. The first slow, deliberate thrust between her softness made them both moan. The friction was exquisite, the helplessness of the blindfold making every sensation—the scent of his arousal, the slide of his skin, the guttural sounds he made—ten times more intense.
“Your tits feel incredible," he panted, his rhythm becoming faster, more urgent. "So soft and warm. Wanted this... fuck... wanted to come all over them." She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his hips started to stutter.
Just as his breathing hitched, signaling he was right on the very edge, she forced him down, grabbed his cock and guided in firmly into her entrance. “It’s my turn for you to fuck me.”
Further aroused by her forceful demands, he glided his slippery shaft inside her wetness, sliding the tip in and out further and further with each thrust. He grabbed the other silk belt and looped her hands quickly together, tying them to the bedpost loosely. He reached for the toy she had gotten anonymously at her bridal shower and sparked it on, moving it against her wet clit as she rode him blindly and without her hands to direct. She had never been in this submissive situation before.
Chapter 7
"You little sneeeak," Erin hissed as Gavin laughed, his voice raw and husky with approval as the vibration from the toy buzzed against her slick skin. "I thought we were playing their game." The silk around her wrists was a loose, supple restraint, just tight enough to remind her of her surrender. The blindfold amplified every sensation—the hum of the toy felt like a thousand tiny vibrations dancing over her clit, the hard length of him buried deep inside her seemed to fill her completely, and his scent, salt and sex and spice, was intoxicating.
"You are playing my game now, Luvkins," she breathed, arching her back to take him deeper, the movement pressing her clit more firmly against the pulsing silicone. "You wanted me to be discreet at the restaurant? Keep this quiet, then."
A low groan rumbled in his chest. The challenge in her voice, the feeling of her warm, wet pussy clenching around his cock as she taunted him—it was all sending him hurtling toward the edge. He gritted his teeth, his hips moving in shallow, desperate thrusts. "You're going to make me lose my damn mind, Bunches."
"I know," she whispered, her own control fraying as the delicious pressure built to an unbearable peak. Her breath hitched, her thighs beginning to tremble. "And you're going to love every second of it."
His free hand slid from her hip to her stomach, then lower, his fingers finding the swollen bud above the toy, adding a torturous circular pressure. "Then let's lose it together," he growled, his voice thick with a need that matched her own. He increased the pace of his thrusts, each one hitting a spot that made her see stars behind the blindfold. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, a perfect storm of sensation coiling so tightly within her she thought she might break.
"I'm so close," she gasped, her voice a broken plea. "Gavin, please..."
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled the blindfold off. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused, locking with his intense blue gaze. The raw hunger she saw there was her final undoing.
Their bodies crashed over the edge in a silent, shattering wave of release. Her back arched off the bed as her climax ripped through her, a series of exquisite, pulsing convulsions that milked his cock perfectly. He cried out, his own release hot and deep inside her, his body shuddering as he collapsed onto her, his forehead resting against hers.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the hum of the forgotten toy. He finally reached down and switched it off, the sudden silence profound.
"Fuckin hot," he panted, carefully untying her wrists and bringing one to his lips for a soft kiss. He nuzzled her neck, his beard a rough, familiar comfort against her damp skin. "I think we won that game."
She laughed, a breathy, contented sound, and wrapped her freed arms around him. "We definitely did." Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving the world washed clean and quiet, just for them.
Chapter 8
Two days after their rain-soaked game, the sun blazed over the sand, making the ocean’s surface glitter like shattered glass. They’d found a more secluded cove this time—still part of the resort, but tucked away behind a curve of volcanic rock. The water was so clear they could see every ripple of sand on the seafloor, the occasional silver flash of a small fish darting away.
Bunches floated on her back for a moment, reveling in the warm kiss of the sun and the cool caress of the water. Gavin swam up behind her, his hands finding her waist. She remembered that night earlier in the week when Gavin left her in a predicament with her bikini top. She remembered how he non-chalantly “apologized” for leaving her so exposed.
Her pulse quickened. A group of older couples were wading and chatting about fifty yards down the beach; their laughter occasionally carried over the water. The thrill of it—so exposed, yet hidden in plain sight—was irresistible.
Taking a slow, deliberate breath, she sank lower in the water, her movements fluid and concealed by the turquoise clarity. Her fingers found the waistband of his swim trunks, then slipped them down around his ankles. He was already hard, his cock twitching at her first touch. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, firmly, her thumb smoothing over the slick head.
“Fuck, Bunches,” he breathed out, his voice tight. He braced his hands on her shoulders, his gaze locked on hers. His hips gave a slight, involuntary thrust into her grip. “They have no idea, do they? No idea what you’re doing to me.”
She increased her pace, her hand moving with practiced rhythm beneath the water’s surface. The utter normality of the scene behind him—the chatting couples, the glittering ocean, the cloudless sky—made the secret act explode with erotic charge. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, the dark flush spreading down his neck.
“You’re gonna make me come right here in this water,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into her skin. Undeterred she stroked him harder and with more focus. “Fuck I can’t hold it back!” He sputtered as the streams of white shot hard out of his pulsing cock. It was really quite arousing to see how strong she had made him come. He watched her hand driving hard as the he let go, then plunged his head under the water to muffle his fulfilled moans.
He worked on restoring his swimsuit to its proper place. He could see for what seemed like miles underwater and could see the waists and legs of all the people around them. He saw something black on the bottom of the ocean floor a few yards away out of the corner of his squinted left eye, still reeling from the pleasure she mischievously imposed on him. He swam to it and dragged it up. It was her top from the other night.
“I told you that you were going to pay for it,” she laughed, locking her playful brown eyes on his.
Chapter 9
Later on, the restaurant, a low-lit space with open-air cabanas overlooking the crashing waves, was the perfect place for their next game. Erin had chosen her dress carefully—a sapphire blue wrap dress that plunged daringly in front and hugged every curve, yet remained elegant enough for the venue. She gave Gavin a meaningful glance as they were seated, her fingers brushing against the small remote in his pocket as he held her chair.
“Ready to play, Luvkins?” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the live steel drum music.
He grinned, his fingers closing around the remote. “Always, Bunches.”
The appetizers came and went, a blur of seared scallops and chilled shrimp cocktail. With every course, Gavin would find a moment—when the waiter turned, when a loud laugh erupted from a nearby table—to thumb the remote to a low, intermittent hum. Erin would press her thighs together, her fork pausing mid-air as she fought to keep her composure, shooting him a look that promised delicious revenge.
When the decadent chocolate lava cake arrived, steam rising from its cracked center, Gavin leaned forward. “The challenge, my love,” he whispered, his eyes dark with intent, “is to finish your dessert. And let’s see if I can finish mine.”
He turned the dial.
A powerful, relentless vibration instantly buzzed to life between her legs. Erin gasped, her knuckles whitening on the tablecloth. The sensation was shockingly direct, a focused thrumming against her slick, sensitive flesh. She forced a breathy laugh, picking up her spoon. “You’re… you’re going to make this difficult.”
“That’s the idea,” he said, his voice a low, husky tease as he took a deliberate bite of his own cake, his eyes never leaving hers.
Every movement was a battle. She brought a spoonful of warm, gooey chocolate to her lips, her hand trembling slightly. The vibration seemed to sync with the music, a private, pulsing rhythm that threatened to unravel her. She could feel the heat spreading through her core, a delicious, coiling tension building with every passing second. She clenched around nothing, her body aching for release right there in the crowded restaurant.
“Almost there, baby,” Gavin murmured, his foot finding hers under the table. “Just a few more bites.” He increased the intensity slightly, watching her breath hitch.
She moaned softly, the sound lost in the music, as another wave of pleasure shuddered through her. She was so close, teetering on a public, perilous edge, her entire world narrowed to the buzzing between her legs and the wicked blue eyes of the man she loved. The spoon clattered softly against the plate as her orgasm began to crest, a silent scream building in her throat. “Ohhh this lava cake is exploding in my mouth,” she moaned as she started to throb and jerk, reaching climax “it’s not fair,” she softly bellowed, “but it’s sooo good!”
Chapter 10
Gavin’s eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with raw, unchecked arousal as he watched Erin’s body tremble through her climax. The soft, breathy moan she let out as the lava cake “exploded” sent a jolt straight to his already throbbing cock. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the fabric of his linen pants suddenly agonizingly tight.
“Not fair?” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that vibrated with the same intensity as the remote he’d just been wielding. He leaned across the small table, the scent of her perfume and their shared desire thick in the space between them. “You think that was unfair? Watching you come undone in a room full of people while I’m sitting here, harder than this damn table, is a special kind of torture, Bunches.”
He reached for his water glass, his hand trembling slightly, and took a long, slow drink, his eyes never leaving hers. The ice clinked loudly in the sudden quiet of their cabana. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower. “Every time. Every single time, it’s like the first time. I see you, and I just… lose my mind.”
He placed the glass down with a definitive click. “The check,” he said to a passing waiter, his tone leaving no room for discussion. His gaze was locked on Erin, a promise of retribution and relentless pleasure burning in the blue depths. “We’re going back to the room. Now. And I am going to take my time making sure you understand just how *fair* I can be.” The threat was a delicious one, and the pulse beating wildly at the base of her throat told him she was already anticipating his version of justice.
Chapter 11
The walk back to their suite was charged with a static electricity. Gavin’s hand was firm on the small of Erin’s back, a possessive guide through the resort’s lantern-lit pathways. Every so often, his fingers would splay, pressing her just a little closer, and she could feel the taut energy radiating from him. The memory of his whispered threat in the restaurant—“I am going to take my time”—sent a fresh shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the night air.
Inside their room, he didn’t immediately turn on the main lights. The ambient glow from the moonlit ocean illuminated the space in shades of blue and silver. He closed the door with a soft click and turned the lock, the sound final and decisive. Leaning back against it, he crossed his arms, his gaze a dark, simmering heat that traveled over her from head to toe.
“That dress,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Watching you try to breathe and eat and pretend you weren’t about to come apart all night… it was the most beautiful, frustrating thing I’ve ever seen.” He pushed off the door and took a slow step toward her. “Now, I believe I mentioned something about fairness.”
He didn’t touch her. Instead, he began a slow, deliberate stroll around her, a predator circling his prize. “Take it off,” he instructed softly, his breath ghosting past her ear as he moved behind her. “Slowly. I want to watch every second.”
Her fingers trembled only slightly as she found the single knot of the wrap dress. She pulled the ends, letting the fabric fall open. She shrugged it from her shoulders, the sapphire silk pooling at her feet like water. She stood before him in only her lace panties and heels, the moonlight painting her skin in soft brushstrokes.
“The heels stay on,” he commanded, his voice thick as he came to stand in front of her again. His eyes burned with an intensity that made her breath catch. His hands lifted, but instead of grabbing her, his thumbs hooked into the delicate sides of her panties. He dragged them down her legs with agonizing slowness, kneeling before her until she was completely bare to him. He looked up, his blue eyes capturing hers. “My turn to make you lose your mind, Bunches.”
He rose, and in one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, laying her down on the cool sheets with a reverence that belied the fire in his gaze. He stripped off his own clothes with an impatient efficiency, his body a study of lean muscle and intent in the dim light. He climbed onto the bed, caging her beneath him, his hard length pressing insistently against her thigh.
“Look at me,” he whispered, his face inches from hers. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you. I want to watch you remember every second of that dinner while I fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
Chapter 12
He didn’t wait. He drove into her with a single, deep thrust that stole the breath from her lungs. His gaze held hers, unblinking, as he began a rhythm that was both punishing and reverent. “Look at me, Erin,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “I want you to watch me while I take you. Watch what you do to me.”
She moaned, her hips rising to meet his, her nails digging into his shoulders. The intensity in his blue eyes was overwhelming—a mix of love, lust, and raw possession that made her feel utterly exposed and completely safe at once. He shifted, rolling them over in one smooth motion until she was straddling him, her thighs framing his hips. “Now ride me,” he growled, his hands gripping her waist. “Show me how much you wanted to come at dinner.”
She rose slowly, then sank back down onto his length, a gasp escaping her lips at the delicious fullness. The angle was perfect, each movement sending sparks through her veins. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and found a new rhythm—swiveling her hips in tight, grinding circles that made him groan her name. The head of his cock brushed against that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside her with every descent, and she could feel her own climax building again, a tight, hot coil low in her belly.
“That’s it, Bunches,” he encouraged, his voice thick with approval. His hands moved to her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard peaks. “You feel so fucking good on top of me. Don’t stop.” He guided her pace, his hips meeting her every movement, driving himself deeper, hitting that spot with unerring accuracy until she was trembling, her thighs shaking with the effort to hold herself up.
“I’m so close,” she panted, her rhythm becoming frantic, desperate. “So close, Luvkins…”
“Not yet,” he whispered, his own control fraying. With a strength that surprised her, he flipped them again, pressing her back into the mattress. He entered her from behind, his body covering hers, one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her tight against him. “Now,” he breathed into her ear, his thrusts becoming deep and relentless. “Now come for me. Let me feel you.”
The command, the feeling of him filling her completely, the memory of his eyes holding hers—it was too much. Her climax crashed over her, a silent, shaking wave of pleasure that clenched around him, pulling a guttural cry from his own throat as he followed her over the edge, his release hot and deep inside her. They collapsed together, spent and breathless, his body a heavy, comforting weight on hers.
After a long moment, he rolled to the side, pulling her with him, tucking her against his chest. His heartbeat thudded steadily under her ear. “Fair enough?” he murmured into her hair, his voice soft and sated.
She laughed, a breathy, contented sound. “More than fair.” Outside, the ocean whispered against the shore, a gentle lullaby for just the two of them.
Chapter 13
The newly rediscovered bikini top dangled from Gavin’s finger, a dark, dripping trophy in the moonlight. Erin’s laughter was muffled against his shoulder as he pulled her close, his free hand splayed possessively against the small of her back. “You think this is funny, Bunches?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “Leaving my wife half-exposed in international waters is a serious offense. I believe I owe you a replacement.”
He led her not back toward the resort’s main shops, but down a quieter path lined with fragrant night-blooming jasmine. They found a small, exclusive boutique still open, its windows glowing softly. Inside, the air was cool and scented with expensive perfume. A single, elegant attendant glided over.
“Can I help you find something for the lady?” she asked, her eyes appreciative.
“A top,” Gavin said, his gaze never leaving Erin’s. “Something special. For the water.”
The attendant brought out a few options, but Gavin’s attention was caught by one in particular: a delicate piece of black lace, almost sheer, with a front clasp that looked more like jewelry than functional wear. “This one,” he said, his voice dropping. “I want to see it on her.”
In the plush changing room, he followed her inside, closing the door and turning the little lock. The space was intimate, lit by soft, flattering bulbs. His fingers were warm and sure as he helped her out of her damp cover-up. “Arms up, Bunches,” he instructed softly. He held the fragile lace top, fastening it gently around her. His knuckles brushed the sides of her breasts as he secured the clasp, a touch that was both practical and intensely intimate.
He turned her to face the mirror. The black lace was a stark, erotic contrast against her sun-kissed skin, the design doing little to conceal and everything to accentuate. His hands settled on her hips from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both stared at her reflection. “Look at that,” he breathed, his voice thick. “Worth every penny. Now… let’s see how secure it really is.” His hands slid around to her front, his fingers tracing the lace edges, dipping slightly beneath the fabric to tease the sensitive skin underneath. Her breath hitched. “Think it can handle a little… pressure?”
Chapter 14
The catamaran sliced through the turquoise water, its white sails full and taut against the brilliant blue sky. Gavin had chartered it for the day, a final extravagant surprise before their honeymoon ended. They were anchored in a secluded bay, the boat rocking gently on the swells. Erin—Bunches—lay sprawled on a padded sunbed at the bow, the novel she’d been pretending to read forgotten beside her. She was stretched out on her stomach, gloriously naked, the Caribbean sun warming her skin to a golden glow.
Gavin watched her for a long moment, the rise and fall of her back as she breathed, the perfect curve of her backside. He poured a generous amount of coconut oil into his palms, warming it before he knelt beside her. “You’re getting a little pink, Bunches,” he murmured, his voice blending with the sound of the water lapping against the hull.
His hands, slick and warm, settled on her shoulders. He began with long, firm strokes, working the tension from her muscles, his thumbs digging into the knots along her spine. She sighed, melting under his touch, her body relaxing into the sunbed. He worked his way down her back, his palms smoothing over the contours of her waist, the swell of her hips.
“Mmm, Luvkins, that’s incredible,” she mumbled, her voice thick with relaxation.
His hands slowed, becoming more deliberate. They slid lower, kneading the firm muscles of her backside, his fingers occasionally straying to the sensitive crease where her thighs met. The atmosphere shifted from soothing to charged. His touch became a tease, a promise. He traced light, circling patterns on the backs of her thighs, his knuckles brushing against her sensitive inner skin.
She shifted restlessly, a soft sound escaping her lips that was no longer just about relaxation. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Just for me. Out here in the middle of the ocean.” One hand slid between her legs from behind, his fingers finding her slick, heated folds. She gasped, arching her back slightly, pressing herself against his hand.
“Turn over,” he commanded softly, his voice husky.
She complied slowly, rolling onto her back, her eyes hazy with desire. The sun was behind him, framing his head in a golden halo. He repositioned himself between her legs, his own swim trunks now discarded. He leaned over her, the tip of his hard cock brushing against her inner thigh, a tantalizing preview. His hands found her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard peaks.
“You need this, don’t you, Bunches?” he murmured, lowering his mouth to one breast, his tongue flicking over the taut nipple. His hips shifted, and he guided himself to her entrance, pressing against her wetness but not entering. “After teasing me so much at dinner… you need to come, right here.”
She whimpered, her hips lifting off the sunbed, seeking the fullness of him. “Yes,” she breathed, her hands tangling in his hair. “Please, Gavin.”
He finally, slowly, sank into her. The feeling of him filling her, combined with the sensation of the warm sun on her skin and the gentle rock of the boat, was overwhelming. He set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust a deliberate build of pleasure. He watched her face, her eyes clenched shut, her lips parted. “Look at me,” he rasped.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking with his intense blue gaze. The connection was absolute. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her cry out. The tension coiled, tight and unbearable. She could feel her climax approaching, a wave about to crash. Her thighs trembled around his hips, her fingers digging into his arms.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, the words torn from her.
“Me too,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as he drove into her one last, deep time. “Now, Erin. Come for me.”
Her orgasm erupted, a silent, shaking release that clenched around him, pulling his own climax from him with a guttural cry. Warmth flooded her as he pulsed deep inside, his body shuddering above hers.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the gentle slosh of water. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. They lay tangled together on the sunbed, slick with sweat and oil and spent passion, the catamaran rocking them gently as they drifted under the endless blue sky.
“Best day ever,” she whispered into his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. “Best life ever, Bunches.”