Fantasy Honeymoon (part 2)

If you haven’t read the first part, click here and enjoy. 😉

Still, my groom was nowhere to be seen. I turned the corner to the bedroom and saw a glorious sight. There was my man, his tan, muscular back to me and light bouncing off his dark hair. The only clothes he had left was a pair of red silk boxers. Just the sight of his firm butt in them was enough to make my heart beat faster. I was so infatuated with him, in fact, that I didn’t even notice the rose petals sprinkled on the bed, more candles on the desk and wardrobe in the bedroom, and a bucket of ice on the nightstand with two glasses for the sparkling grape juice next to it. He knew I never liked the taste of actual alcohol. Just as I noticed all these other details, he turned around with his cell phone in hand. Hooked up to a portable speaker on the nightstand, it provided the music.

“Oh…wow.”

That was all he could muster once he gazed at me. I had almost forgotten what I looked like, I was so mesmerized by him. It was very evident that he approved because his boxers started to rise and form a small tent. If I was nervous before, I certainly wasn’t anymore.

“Hello, my love,” I said as I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist, then planted a slow, steamy kiss on his luscious lips.

“I was thinking we would take this slow, although that may be a little more difficult now,” he said after the kiss broke. He was still having trouble talking as he continued to take my body in.

“We can still do that; let’s spend some time on the couch for a while.” I grabbed the two glasses and made my way out, looking at him over my shoulder to give him a sexy smile that he gave me the confidence for. He soon followed with the bucket and the juice, while I sat on the couch, making sure to keep my crotch covered as to not give away the surprise. I faced him and looked into his eyes, smiling as he filled my glass. He then poured some into his and raised it, his mood changing to match mine. “To our new lives together and lots of adventure to come.” We tapped our glasses and took a sip.

“You know, I had pictured what you would look like tonight, but my imagination wasn’t near reality. What did I do to deserve you?” he murmured.

I took another sip and looked into his eyes. “I was wondering the same things myself.” When I leaned forward, he placed his hand on the back of my head and brought my face closer to his to engage in a slow, romantic kiss. For the next half hour or so, this continued. We relived our day, laughing at little hiccups, bringing up memories of the times we’ve had so far and what we hope for in the future. I kept getting distracted, however, by his boxers. The longer we talked, the more steadily his member stood under his shorts. At this point, he noticed me looking at him below the belt, and grabbed a pillow, feeling slightly embarrassed as he covered himself up.

“No, you don’t have to be ashamed. I’m flattered.” I looked him in the eyes, giggling slightly at his reaction, and scooted closer to him on the couch. I grabbed the glass out of his hand and placed them both on the coffee table next to us. I looked over and noticed the fireplace crackling, and then looked back at the red color in his cheeks. It seems the roles had reversed. I stared into his beautiful eyes, giving him the same he look he gave me before entering the suite.

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered as I leaned in for another kiss. Only this time, it was better. Hotter. He kept kissing me, slowly sneaking his tongue into my mouth, and I graciously accepted it. His hand found its way to the back of my head again, the other on the small of my back bringing me in closer to him. I placed my hands on his thighs then gently brushed one of them over the tightening of his bottoms. I felt him slightly moan in my mouth as it happened and I grew wetter.

We continued making out, him leaning me over, practically laying down on the couch at this point. I grabbed a buttcheek in my left hand as he now placed a hand on my leg and slowly worked his way up my hip and onto my stomach. Now I was the one moaning.

He broke the kiss with a worried expression. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No babe, it feels incredible!”

He grinned as he leaned in to continue, this time with a little more confidence as he rested his hand on my left breast. My moan was a little stronger this time. He gently massaged my boob as we continued kissing. I could feel his member poking me on my hip next to my groin area. It was taking so much energy to keep from releasing right then and there. This time it was me who stopped.

“Want to move this to the bedroom?”

Without a word, he grabbed my hand and lead me, but I made a slight detour to the bathroom to grab one of the items in my goodie bag. Then he picked me up and laid me down on the bed. The music set the perfect mood.

He climbed onto the bed and slowly inched my top up my stomach, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. When he finally reached between my boobs, I lifted my arms for him to pull it off. It was then that he noticed my bottoms. He saw pink peeking out through the opening, and any nerves he had quickly washed away.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight.”

He dove face-first onto my right boob and started sucking through the thin material of the bra. I felt my nipples harden even more if that was possible. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as a wave rushed over me. My first orgasm as a married woman, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet. I didn’t have time to recover though; he didn’t even notice as he continued working on me as I came down from my high. He pulled my boob out of the cup and gently flicked my nipple with his tongue while his other hand pulled the other out and brushed his fingertips over it. I was in heaven. His hunger grew as he switched breasts and latched on, now more aggressively caressing the first.

“Oh babe, that feels so good. Slow down, you’re going to make me cum again.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said in between breaths and kissing his way up my neck and onto my lips. “Let’s just take some time to explore, okay, babe?”

“Sounds great. I think it’s my turn,” I replied as a mischievous grin crept across my face. I sat up and onto my knees as my beloved slipped over to sit beside me. I knelt between his legs and marveled at the firm looking rod under the red silk.

“Would you like to see it?”

He didn’t need to ask; he knew I was very much interested in seeing what I would have the pleasure of getting to know for the rest of my life. Without a response, he lifted his pelvis and slipped off the boxers. His member sprang out to greet me. His little friend was purple and dripping from its opening, something I never thought I would find attractive, but my pussy was dripping wet.  I grabbed the bottle of lube and hadn’t noticed until then that it was chocolate flavored. My best friends knew how much I love chocolate. I poured some onto my palm and wrapped my hand around it ever so gently.

“Oh, God!” were the words that came out his mouth almost on contact. I would have mistaken this for pain, had I not seen the look on his face. It so fascinated me, seeing and touching it for the first time. I took my time stroking it up and down, rubbing the tip and even exploring his ball sack, hoping he was okay with all of it—which I’m pretty certain he was from his moans. It was a few seconds before the scent of the lube caught my attention. It smelled so good. They knew I wouldn’t be able to resist it.

“You know what I’m always in the mood for? Some chocolate.”

“You really don’t have to if yo-…” His voice trailed off as I ran my tongue up the bottom side of his penis, and he threw his head back in pure bliss.

His face and the animal noises he was making were really working for me. My confidence grew as I stuck the whole tip in my small mouth and puckered my lips around it. I wasn’t trying to go for anything crazy tonight, but I loved the effect this had on him.

“No, hon, stop. If you keep that up, I won’t be able to finish what I started on you.” he panted as I took in a little more of him in my mouth. He pulled my face up from him and stuck his tongue in my mouth instead.

I unfastened the clasp on my bra since my breasts were already out anyway, and he pulled my waist toward him as we continued to embrace. His hands trailed down to my hips, then I felt a finger right outside my love hole, just barely touching me. I was so ready for him to take me, but I let him torturously explore me the way I had him.

His tongue remained between my lips and now his fingers were between my other lips. He pulled away from my mouth and kissed my neck and collarbone. Then his lips traveled down my chest, pecking each nipple on the way. He paused to kiss my rib cage tattoo, which for some reason, made me shudder with excitement. My love continued to feather his way down my stomach until he finally reached my pelvic region. There he became even more gentle, completely avoiding the one area I was sure he was dying to touch.

Slowly he made his way to his main attraction and pulled apart my lips with two fingers. He just looked inside as I blushed about fifty shades of red. The panties didn’t provide any coverage at this moment, but knowing I still had one article of clothing on made it even hotter for me. He leaned in, looking closer as he inhaled my aroma. He looked up at me and made eye contact, and a look I had never seen from him before appeared on his face. It was lust. He went back to looking at his new treasure. Adding more magic, he inserted two fingers inside, redistributing my abundant juices.

“Oh honey, that’s amazing!”

My heart was racing now as he crept closer to my magic button. He touched it, and as hard as I tried to be quiet, my efforts weren’t enough.

“OOH. Honey, OOOOOHHHHHH! That feels so good!”

He loved my reaction and decided to take a step further. I had always wondered what it would feel like to have my husband’s mouth down there. The thought turned me on big time, and now it was about to come true.

He grabbed some lube (not that I needed it) and spread it on his fingers before easily slipping three, this time, into my love box. He moved them around, coating my entire insides. I had my eyes closed and thrown back on my pillow, bracing for what was about to happen.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH….”

My body was loving what he was doing. I felt a smile on his face as I continued to moan. He lapped from bottom to top and back down several times, then flicked his tongue across my clit over and over, loving my reaction.

“OH BABE, YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! Ohhhhh, babe! You’re so good to me…AHHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS! I’M CUMING, BABY!”

I let out a series of moans, very delighted to have a man who clearly loved to pleasure me. I had nothing to compare it too, but I was certain he was very good at this.

He came back up to join me as my breathing grew steady again. The room was still spinning when he lay down next to me on the large bed.

“How was that?”

“Certainly better than anything I could have done myself.” I still hadn’t opened my eyes.

Thank you for reading part two of one of my many fantasies. The next and final part is not far behind.