Fenella’s POV
I stood at the edge of the balcony. My hands are firmly gripping the iron rail of the balcony as my eyes gaze at the nighttime scenery in the distance. Puerto Vallarta, a cliff with a stunning coastal view that showcases the beautiful side of Mexico.
Perhaps there is truth in the saying-including Lloyd’s yesterday-that bad memories must be replaced with good ones.
Since arriving in Mexico until now, all the bad memories have been erased and replaced with the beauty of a honeymoon vacation with the love of my life. It’s not bad, really.
Despite the heavy trial we went through yesterday, we finally had some peace of mind.
The night breeze blows through my hair. There’s a strange sensation, but I don’t want to go into the room yet. Until Laird came from the balcony door and immediately hugged me, enveloping me in soothing warmth.
“Hey,”
“Hi, baby. Are you done showering?” I asked, raising my head to look at Laird’s face for a moment.
“Yup.”
“You smell nice,” I said as I inhaled the bergamot and tangerine fragrance from the arms wrapped around my body.
“Then you should have kissed me more,” Laird whispered in my ear in a low voice.
“Let me think about it for a while,” I chuckled as I wrapped my arms tighter around him.
“You don’t usually daydream this much. Care to share what’s on your mind?” he asked in a low voice.
Yes, of course Laird could read my thoughts easily. Something I’d been worried about ever since our trial by fire with The Shark.
“Nothing much. I was just wondering if Alan would win in the end because of the illegal evidence,” I told him openly.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Either way, the prosecutor has concrete proof. All the witnesses have come forward and been questioned; even many from Mallory’s circle are now suspects.”
“So you’re saying they will definitely be sentenced?”
“Yup.”
“But your father still seems eager to strip Mr. Golden of his evidence.”
Then Laird chuckled. He hugged me tighter.
“I think it’s because he no longer knows how to refute those evidences. The wiretap recordings, witnesses, and financial transaction records are already strong evidence. He’s just looking for sympathy to lower the sentence from the jury by pointing on our personal feelings that are irrelevant to the case.”
“Well, yeah, I guess you’re right.” Silence fell over us again. “But maybe your father’s right. We dragged Alan in and framed him because we wanted revenge on him. That fact alone makes me feel bad.”
“No, don’t feel bad for righting the crime. Besides, I saw your social media. Everyone has now turned to praise you and even flooded our profiles with congratulations on our marriage.” Laird buried his head in my shoulder until our hair tickled my neck.
“Really?”
“Yup. They said, How lucky I am to have such a brave and beautiful wife.”
“Wow. Are you feeling lucky?”
“When I’m with you, I feel as if I will never run out of luck.”
Laird pinched my nose for a moment until I whined spoilingly. A small laugh escaped my lips, and it didn’t take long for me to turn my body around so I could see Laird’s face more clearly.
“Do you love me?” I asked with my eyes looking straight into those emerald green irises.
“Fenella, I’m married to you. Why wouldn’t I love you?” Laird trapped my body on the balcony.
“I don’t know. Maybe you need me just as proof to your father that you can defy him.”
Laird cupped my face with both hands. He looked at me straight on with a smile spread across his firm jaw.
“Yes, you are my proof that I’m a human and have feelings. Love, especially. If he can’t see it, let him be in his darn fucking ego alone.”
His thumb stroked my cheek with gentle touch.
“Look me in the eyes and say that again,” I pleaded.
“I love you.” He gave my cheek a quick peck.
I closed my eyes. They say our hearing sharpens when we close our eyes.
“I love you.” He pecked my forehead.
“I love you.” Then he kissed my lips.
Oh, how I want to listen to his every confession of love over and over again. I knew I would never get bored, like a gentle kiss that constantly washes my soul. Let me bask in all the light of life from him.
His lips never let me down. Our breaths collide as our tongues explore each other. I want him more and more.
Laird pulled off my tanktop until I was exposed to the night air. I’m not sure if it was his fingers kneading my breasts that made my hair stand up or the wind blowing down my back that did it. My nipples hardened quickly, and I sighed to addictive temptation.
“Should we head inside?” I asked between our kisses in a soft whisper.
“Yes, let’s get you warmed up,” he immediately picked me up with my topless body rubbing against his t-shirt.
My arms draped around his neck, and he supported my thighs and bums with his strong arms. He walked through the balcony door until we reached the bed. All without releasing the hot, breath-stealing clasp of our lips.
“Laird,” I rasped his name in a low sigh as he trailed kisses down my neck and his hands busy fingering my aching breasts.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered against my neck with the warm breath of his nose, inhaling the fragrance of my body deeply.
“I am yours eternally. Te amo,” I whispered the words I love you in Spanish. Laird smirked.
Laird’s lips then traveled to my cleavage and gave me a kiss there. Sucking it to leave a soft hickey until I moaned. Then I let his lips move to my nipples until I felt electricity with every lick and suck. My fingers ran through his hair, squeezing it, and I loved the feel of his silky hair against my skin.
“Oh, yes, baby,” I moaned from the sultry sensations that traveled from my nipples to my center.
His fingers twirled and pinched my pebbled nipples. Then one hand slowly squeezed my waist, my thigh, all the way to my clit. Every touch he pushed into my body forced my muscles to tighten. I tried to stifle a moan, but it was futile.
I don’t know if I can come back to my senses, but his touch made it even harder for me to breathe. Until the pleasure after pleasure created by his magic hands finally drowned me in the waves that washed over me. Until I cum so hard I couldn’t hold back the deepest scream out of my lungs.
“Laird!”
“Yes, baby?” His low voice was a whisper that made my body tremble.
He trailed down my body from chest to stomach, sliding with a hot and slick tongue. I trembled and let out a scream as that same hot tongue licks on my clit. With rapid and repeated flicks, he made my hips jump up in the air, desperate to find friction. He continues to flick and suck my clit greedily.
“My queen,” he breathed out his warm breath as his tongue began to move more and more uncontrollably down my pussy and then onto my clit back and forth.
That breath seemed to bring my pussy to life. My inner muscles tighten and squeeze the empty air with tight pulses. It hurts, but when two of Laird’s fingers enter and press against my tight cunt, I moaned loudly again.
“You’re so wet and ready,” Laird said as he sucked on my clit.
“Please, Laird,” my hands squeezed the pillow and sheet, searching for a grip to keep me conscious.
“Please what?” Laird raised his head to look at me. He stopped all sensations in an instant.
I groaned in frustration.
“Urgh, Laird, please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging him for.
“Talk dirty to me now. No need to hold it anymore,” he coaxed as his tongue sucked on my inner thigh until I was sure there was a new reddish hickey there.
Once the sensation back seeped into my body, I shuddered. I needed more.
“Please stuff your dick inside me now.” I moaned as my legs clamped around his hips.
Laird grinned, and he immediately took off all his clothes. His hands squeezed my already tense hips, searching for him to complete me. His erection was exposed, and I could see how the tip of his penis glistened with his pre-cum.
Without a condom, he inserted his hard cock into my pussy. My eyes closed, and I bit my lower lip. We grimaced as the true pleasure was intoxicating, even though Laird had only inserted half of his cock. He bucked his hips just to take the edge off the next, stronger, firmer thrust.
I gasped when his cock struck me with full force. This time we stayed completely still, feeling every pulse in my pussy meet his hard shaft that was also hardened. Next second, Laird rested his big body on mine. He kissed my lips and sucked on my neck, all while his hips moved with energetic heat.
We’re being truly intimate. Skin to skin, his broad chest pressed against my soft chest. Our sweat blended together and made our bodies slide easily. Our legs are intertwined, and I caressed his thighs with my feet.
One hand squeezed my ass, the other kneaded my breast. His lips sucked on my tongue while his teeth nibbled my bottom lip. All while my fingers firmly sunk in his shoulders and back muscles. Our kiss burned with every suction and little bite.
“Buckle up,” he whispered.
Laird straightened up and without hesitation squeezed my hips. Then he fucked me with his fast and hard cock. Again, again, and again until those frictions made my pussy scorned.
“Oh, yes! Baby!”
Our breathing was getting ragged. I was lost in the unrelenting pleasure I felt in each delectable stroke. My cunt pumped him hard. It was raw and primal. My brain automatically commanded my inner muscles to press harder to his shaft.
Like a broken sex machine, he moved at a fast and uncontrollable rhythm.
“Jeez, baby! You’re so-”
His sentence hung in the air as our breath caught. The tension peaked, and we suddenly plunged into a violent orgasm. Splash after splash of our cums mixed together inside my cunt.
We continued for two more sessions until we saw the sunrise, with only an hour of sleep in between. Making the best out of our honeymoon.