Heaven in a cup.
The waiter leaves us alone, and Sebastian holds his Margarita to mine in a toast. “To many happy years, my love.”
The yacht, the sunset…. the dreamy husband.
This is utter perfection.
I smile and hold my drink in the air, “With many more of these.”
It’s late, the crew has retired, and the captain is below deck. A second security yacht is a few hundred meters behind us.
We are in the hot tub, surrounded by darkness, the gentle lapping of the ocean sounds in the distance. The cool wind is dusting our skin.
Sebastian has me straddled over his body as we kiss. His hands are on my hips, dragging me over his thick hard cock. With his eyes locked on mine, he undoes the ties of my bikini bottoms and takes them off. His fingers drop to my sex, and he slowly begins to work me. Our kiss turns desperate.
I’ve wanted him all day.
The feelings between us are too intense.
With two fingers deep in my sex, he slides his other hand around. His fingers begin to explore the part of me that he doesn’t know.
My behind.
We stare at each other as he rubs me there, the forbidden zone, where he hasn’t been allowed to go.
He slowly slides the tip of a finger in, and I shudder as we stare at each other.
Arousal is pumping heavily between us.
“It’s our wedding night.” He whispers as he kisses me in a silent plea.
“You want that as your wedding present?” I ask.
His eyes are dark, unwavering. “Yes.”
He keeps working me, back and front …. and god, I can hardly keep my eyes open from the feelings of pleasure.
“You’re so… big, Seb,” I whisper against his lips, unable to hide my fear.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” His fingers keep going, keep pushing my limits, amping up my arousal, and hell……this feels so fucking good.
He lifts his hand out of the water and holds it out to me, “See this gold band.” He whispers.
I look down at his wedding ring.
“This means I will always protect you.” He murmurs. “You have all of me, April. And now, I need all of you.”
I stare at him, and I know this is it.
The moment in time where I hand myself completely over to someone.
But he’s not just someone…. he’s my husband….. Sebastian, the love of my life.
I know that this means a lot to him. It’s more than the sexual act. It’s symbolic.
“Okay…….”
He frowns, “Okay?”
I smile, “Don’t give me time to second think this.”
“Okay.” He sits up with renewed purpose and grabs my bikini bottoms and puts them back on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he ties them up at the side.
“Taking you to bed.”
I swallow the lump in my throat……oh hell, here we go.
There isn’t a chance that this isn’t going to hurt. He’s big…huge. And…. Well, ……fuck.
I didn’t think this through.
With my bikini back in place, Sebastian steps out of the spa and holds a towel up for me. He wraps me in it and then leads me upstairs by the hand, we walk into the bedroom, and he flicks the lock. His eyes meet mine.
I stand before him; my heart is hammering in my chest.
The sound of the engine is a drone in the background. His eyes are blazing with desire.
Sebastian Garcia always brings it to the bedroom, no matter what the circumstance.
No matter where we are.
This is who he is. I know what I’m in for, unbridled pleasure guaranteed.
Regardless of that, this time, I can’t help but feel a little nervous.
He takes my bikini off and, with the towel, dries me carefully and then lies me on the bed. He spreads my legs and leans down, and kisses me there. As if completely focused on his task, he gets up immediately and goes to his suitcase and takes out his toiletry bag. He removes a bottle of lube and puts it on the bedside. My eyes widen when I see it, “You packed lube?” I frown.
“Boy scout,” He smirks.
“Always prepared?”
“Optimistically so.”
I giggle, and a little of my nerves dissipate.
This is something he’s thought about. He really wants this.
He slides his shorts down, and his large thick cock springs free, engorged, and rock hard. It hangs heavily between his legs, and he gives it a few slow strokes as he kicks his shorts to the side. He lies down beside me and leans up onto his elbow, his lips take mine, and he kisses me. His eyes close, and wearing a soft smile, he has this aura of happiness around him. “This is going to perhaps…. sting.” He murmurs against my lips as his fingers find that spot between my legs.
“Is this my pep talk?” I whisper.
“Yes.” He smiles and then falls serious, “We can’t stop once we start.”
My eyes search his.
“It will be quick, and once I’m in….”
My heart begins to pump hard, and I know I have to stop overthinking this, “Sebastian, just do it.”
He gives me a dark smile and disappears down my body, his teeth grazing my skin all the way. He spreads me apart with his fingers and licks me deep with his thick tongue, and I close my eyes to deal with him.
I don’t know how the hell he’s got such a strong tongue, and fingers for that matter.
So strong.
Is there a hot fuck training camp that all men should know about? If not, there should be.
He licks me deep, and I hold my hands on the back of his head as I writhe beneath him. He can make me come like this in sixty seconds. Sebastian Garcia is the king of oral.
And not just because he does it so well, it’s because he loves it.
He does it for him.
His eyes close in pleasure as he takes everything from me and all I can do is watch on, helpless to the pleasure. He rolls me over, gets behind me, and pulls me up onto my knees by my hips.
He spreads me and begins to lick me there, a flutter, a lick, a slow kiss.
My eyes close, and my mouth hangs open as I give him full access to me, this is as intimate as it gets. He slides his fingers into my sex as he continues to lick me there, and pleasure begins to build, my body taking on its own agenda and pushing back onto him.
He kisses my cheek, and then I hear the click of the lube bottle as it opens.
Fuck ….. here we go.
He spreads the lube over my behind and rubs it in, through the lips of my swollen sex too, smearing it all over.
Up and down, up and down, I feel like a well-oiled machine. Wet and waiting.
He nudges his cock at my opening and sits it at the entrance, and then his fingers get to work in my sex as he begins to pump me there.
“Push back on me.” He whispers. His voice is hoarse, and I know it’s taking all his control to take this slow.
With his hand on my hipbone, he pulls me back onto him as he shows me how he wants me to move. His dick just parting my entrance.
The smart of his ownership runs through me.
Oh…… ouch……. I drop my head into the mattress.
His fingers that are now pumping me deep in my sex begin to take over, and I want more. I push back a little farther and feel the sting as his tip goes right the way in.
He moans, deep and guttural, and it spurs me on.
I want this to be good for him.
I lift myself back up onto my hands and push back a little further.
He inhales sharply, “That’s it, baby.” He moans. His voice is unrecognizable. “That’s it.”