CARLY
For the first time in many years, I felt genuine happiness. I found the love of my life. And here we were, spending our honeymoon on an island so breathtaking. The ocean was so blue and calm.
And I lay beside the man who completed me, taught me to accept my flaws, gave me love, and showed me the meaning of life.
“What are you smiling about?” He lifted my chin-eyes filled with humor and devotion.
I sighed deeply. “When someone told me I’ll get married and be this happy months ago, I would have told her she’s crazy.”
“Are you happy being married, sweetheart?”
“Do you really have to ask me that?”
“Just wanna make sure you’re not regretting already.”
I touched his face. I’d never seen him shaved clean, but his beard had grown on me, and I thought he looked perfectly handsome with it. “I’m gonna marry you again in fifteen days.”
“Good answer, or I will kidnap you and take you to the altar myself.” He lay back beside me.
“No need to take drastic measures. I promise to be there on time.”
“Good, or I will have to cuff you on the bed for two weeks.”
“I kinda like the idea of cuff and bed,” I smirked at him.
“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. You know I will do it for you if that’s what you desire.”
“I feel like I could use more days in this place. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a week’s vacation.”
“We’ll gonna have two weeks vacation on our honeymoon.” He smiled at me, the kind of smile he had naughty ideas in his mind. “Storm.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you serious with babies?”
“What babies?”
“You said you want an heir.”
“Yeah, an heir. Do you?”
“Of course. How else did I agree if I don’t want children.” His face looked dreamy.
“Babies? Children?” I got up and looked down at him. He was squinting from the sun, and his blue eyes were almost gray.
“Don’t you want many?” He traced the back of his finger on my cleavage.
“How many exactly are we talking about here? Do you want me to pop out babies every year?”
He grinned. Appreciation lit in his eyes as he strolled his gaze from my chest down to my yellow bikini. “Are you scared to have stretch marks?”
“Are you still gonna kiss me when I have stretch marks and saggy breasts?”
“I love you now and will love you tomorrow and the next, wife.” He laughed out loud. It was rich and free. “I can’t believe I have a wife and am married.” He checked his finger before he pulled me to him. “If you want just one kid, I’m okay with it, sweetheart. I also want an heir. It doesn’t matter if we have one or two or three or more as long as we raise them together.”
“Agreed.”
He rolled over, and I was underneath him. “I was so glad you accepted my offer because I was terrified you would marry that scumbag. It was a good idea that I kept in contact with your brother. He kept me in the loop.”
“I’d love to see the house, babe.”
“In due time.” He kissed me, soft and feathery.
I kissed him back immediately, and his tongue stroked leisurely on my lips and tugged my bottom lip until I gave him access. “When are we gonna start making babies?”
I shook to laugh. “Aren’t you a little too excited? In people’s eyes, we are still engaged.”
“Damn it. You mean you are still on pills?”
“Yes, Sherlock.”
“Then we will just fuck until we can’t walk.”
I laughed again, and he joined me. “Your mouth, Langston.”
“You didn’t care last night.”
I might have blushed. “So did you.”
“Now you are making me hard.” He grabbed my hand and let me feel his growing erection.
“Calm your horses, Langston.”
“Do you know you are now a Langston?”
“Yes. I will never forget that.” I ran a thumb on his bottom lip. “I thought of kissing these. I thought, how would it feel while you were kissing me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re like every girl’s dream.”
A cocky grin appeared on his lips.
“Shut it. And sorry to burst your bubble, Langston, but you are not single anymore.”
“Fuck. I totally forgot about that.”
I giggled. “What are you gonna do now?”
“Spend time kissing you and making love with you.” He rose to his feet. Come with me?”
“Are you gonna make love with me?”
His smile was contagious. “Only if you want to, Storm, or maybe fuck you hard, but I have something for you.”
I clasped the hand he offered, and we went back to the villa. He asked me to stay on the veranda, and the view from this point was spectacular.
Then I felt him behind me. “Life is beautiful with you, sweetheart.” He then put a necklace around my neck. I touched the pendant, and it was a rare green diamond, a shape of an almond. “I have never given you anything. It’s my gift. I hope you like it.”
I turned around and clasped my hands behind his neck. “It’s beautiful, but you don’t have to shower me with a gift. Your love and trust and devotion are enough for me.”
“I will give you everything this world can offer.” He picked up something from his pocket, which was a small box this time. “I thought I would give you another ring since we are getting married again.”
“Wow.” It was a huge teardrop diamond ring. “I don’t know what to say.”
He put it on, and it was perfect with the other rings. “I love you, Storm.”
“I love you too, babe.”
After dinner, we spent a few minutes on the veranda with the red wine. The weather was great, and stars were twinkling in the sky. It was romantic.
I leaned against him, and he took my leg and put it on top of his. I wore a sheer lace dress beneath the red robe.
He emptied his glass before taking my face and kissing me hard, making my toes curl.
His hand traveled down to my leg, pulling the seam of my dress up my thigh. I responded like always. With a soft sigh, I melted into him.
“I’ve been dying to touch you when you came out in this pretty dress. My dick was hard all the time,” he whispered against my mouth. “My beautiful wife.”
I opened my eyes and saw the glint of euphoric lust in his eyes. “We could have escaped the dinner.” My laugh was husky.
I was instantly turned on.
“You need your energy for what I am about to do to you tonight.” His hand cupped my core before pulling my panties to the side, tracing my folds with his finger, and brushing my clit.
I gasped.
“You’re wet.” His smile was savage. He knew exactly what I wanted and saw the desire brewing in my eyes.
“Yes. Very,” I answered without hesitation.
Slowly, he slid his thick finger into my folds, proving I was not lying to him.
“Rome.” I exhaled a shaky breath as he lazily stroked my clit. I gasped over and over again.
I braced my hand on his arm as he entered me and moved his finger in and out, deliberately slow. It made me ache.
I melted into him, leaning against his neck.
“Yes, sweetheart. What do you want?” As he worked between my thigh, I spread my leg wider, and he quickened the tempo.
I shuddered, gripping his arm, and moaned as he toyed with my clit and finger-fucked my pussy.
I was soaking wet. In the silent night, I could hear the sound of his ministration, and it unfurled the desire inside me.
My nipples ached.
My breasts were heavy.
I felt wild as I rolled my hips into his finger.
I was panting and dizzy with the desire and desperate to come.
I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed her hard and wet.
He knew what I wanted, and he gave it to me.
I felt floating. I broke free and bit his shoulder to swallow my scream as I convulsed and clenched around his finger.
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-Dreams do come true
-I’m married now to the man of my dream