I sit down on the bed, Peyton cradled on my lap, as our mouths refuse to leave the other’s. Her dress zips in the back and I lower the zipper as I swirl my tongue around hers, finding the taste of Champagne still there.
Her bare skin feels like silk beneath my hands as I run them over her back. My hair is caught up in her hands. She leans in close, pressing her breasts against my chest and I have to feel her.
I pull my mouth away from hers and she protests. “Baby, let’s get rid of these clothes.”
She nods and stands up, pushing the dress off her shoulders. It falls in a white, silky pile on the floor. Her white lace bra and panty set make my mouth water and I struggle with the zipper off my pants as I hurry to undress.
With a sly smile, Peyton steps forward, taking my hands from the obstinate zipper. Her fingers make quick work of the device which was plaguing me. “Your hands are shaking,” she says with a little giggle. “Seems you’re nervous, hubby.”
“Nervous! Ha!” I pull my jacket off then my shirt as she pushes my pants down. I step out of my shoes as she pushes me back to lie on the bed.
One sock she slowly takes off then the other. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. She leans over me and slowly pulls down the black, boxer briefs I have on and I’m completely naked and she still has on her damn underwear.
She stands up and pulls one bra strap down in an achingly slow manner. My eyes are glued to the large breasts our son has given her and have remained off limits to me for six, long weeks. They tumble out of the bra and I have to place my fist in my mouth and bite it to stop myself from jumping up and grabbing her.
With a little shimmy and a big smile, she ditches the panties and there she is. Glowing in the dim light of the tiny bedroom. “I’ve been exercising to get back into shape. Do you think it is working?” she asks as she runs her hands over her small waist and flat stomach.
“Uh, huh,” I mumble, stupidly.
I wiggle my finger for her to come to me and she takes a step forward, then climbs on the bed. Spreading my legs open as she makes her way up, she kisses the inside of one leg all the way up, until her lips touch the base of my dick and I nearly fly off the bed.
Her tongue strokes up and her hot mouth goes over the tip. My hands wrap around locks of her blonde curls. Slow strokes she makes and my stomach tightens as I try hard to hold back an already impending orgasm.
I can only allow her to make a few more strokes or it’ll all be over before we even start. “Baby, you’re killing me,” I say in a harsh whisper.
She pulls her head up and kisses my stomach as she makes her way up my body. Lying on me, she looks into my eyes and strokes my cheek with her fingertips. “I love you, Kip. I always will.”
Her mouth touches mine and I can’t stop myself any longer. I have to be inside her. Her doctor put her on some kind of mini-birth control pill so she’s ready to go.
I roll over with her, pinning her body beneath mine. My breath is already coming in ragged waves and hers is too. My mouth leaves hers to take one of her scrumptious breasts in my mouth. I’ve been waiting forever for this.
The other breast I massage with my hand and she moans as her hands roam all over my back. “The muscles,” she whimpers. “I’ve missed them.”
Though I could feast on her plump breast forever, I kiss it then trail kisses up her neck. “Get ready, Mrs. Dixon.”
I press myself against her and the heat from inside her radiates out. She arches up to me and it slides in. She’s tight, but wet as sin and it slips inside more.
A loud groan she makes as I fill her slowly. “Jesus, that feels right,” she murmurs.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
“Not one bit. Make me yours again,” she says then her lips touch my neck and her hands tangle up in my hair and I’m gone, the animal in me takes over and I pull back and ram into her.
Peyton
As we land on the small private island where only a few staff members are waiting to take care of all our needs for the next couple of days, we watch the sun as it rises out the small window. Kip leans over me, his arms wrapped completely around me.
He’s not let me go since we went to the bedroom. He even made me let him dress me, little kisses he gave me all the while. To call him a doting husband is an understatement.
And I’m loving every second of it!
“It’s gorgeous,” I say as I look out the window at the little island as it glows with the sun’s morning rays.
“And while we’re here, I want to see you in nothing more than the tiny bikini I packed for you. But preferably, nothing at all.” His mouth falls hot on my neck and his teeth nip me.
“Same for you, hot stuff.” I run my hand back and ruffle the back of his hair.
The plane stops and we get off and follow a young man to our beach house getaway. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Reed,” the tall, lanky, young man says.
“How’s it been going, Ashton?” Kip asks as we follow along.
“Great,” he answers. “Your parents were here not that long ago. Are they doing fine?”
“They are. We left them at home, watching our new son. This is my wife, Peyton, by the way.” Kip looks at me. “Ashton is the manager who takes care of everything on our island.”
“Our island?” I ask. “You didn’t say you owned it.”
“Pop bought it years ago. I can’t wait for Pax to get old enough to enjoy it.” His arm tightens around my waist. “And the rest of the kids that we’re going to have.”
“Here we are,” Ashton says as he gestures to the most beautifully exotic beach house that I’ve ever laid eyes on.
A large set of wooden stairs shine brightly as they’re highly polished. As we go inside, everything shines as it’s mostly the same dark wood as the stairs, polished to a glossy shine. Walls the color of sand combine to make a large living area.
The kitchen can be seen from the room as it’s all open and breezy and I can’t believe its January. “Are we on another planet?” I ask as I look around the gorgeous structure.
Kip runs his arm up my side and around my shoulders. “Nearly.” He leaves a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you, Ashton. I do believe we can handle it from here.”
“Okay, as usual, the phone in the kitchen you can pick up at any time and let us know if you want anything other than what we have stocked in here for you. Also, if you want the chef to come in and take care of your meals, she’s more than happy to. Just give us a ring. She left breakfast for you on the outside breakfast porch.”
Kip leads me towards a glass door and looks over his shoulder at the young man. “Thanks, Ash. I’ll let you know.”
Out the door we go and the smell of fresh fruit hits me and suddenly I’m starving. “Oh my gosh, Kip! Look how beautifully everything is laid out. This is better than a five start hotel!”
“Glad you approve, darling.” He pulls my chair out then he sits next to me.
I pick up a strawberry and hold it to his lips. He smiles and opens his mouth. I pop it in and he grabs my hand and picks up a blueberry, placing it against my lips. I take it in and before I know it his mouth is on mine.
The combination of the fruit tastes like heaven. Add in the heat of the kiss and I’m practically flying. He pulls away and takes the top off a silver platter, revealing bacon and ham and little crepes stuffed with different jams and creams.
I pick up a crepe filled with some delicious looking cream and he picks up one filled with apple preserves. I feed him mine and he feeds me his. Then we kiss again.
What a way to enjoy the most important meal of the day!
The best breakfast of my life is over and Kip is carrying me to the bedroom. Soft breezes roll into the large, open bedroom. Light blue curtains blow inward. The bed is huge and covered with sky blue sheets and a coral colored thin blanket.
“This is beautiful,” I say in awe.
“Almost,” he says. “Once I have you naked in that bed, it will be.”
He places my feet on the floor and pulls my dress over my head, then takes off my bra and pushes my panties off. I wait for him as he takes his clothes off and lies me back on the fluffy bed.
His blue eyes stare into mine intensely. His finger trails over my collarbone and up my neck, leaving little shock waves in its path. My body is tense with anticipation of what he intends to do to pleasure me.
Light kisses he runs over my jaw until his lips touch mine, but only for a moment. Kip gently pushes me over on my stomach and straddles my back, pressing his palms into my shoulders and massaging my back.
I moan and close my eyes as he kneads the muscles and makes slow strokes over it with his sure hands. Once he has me completely loose, he moves off me and turns his attention to my bottom. Rubbing and massaging it as well.
My body is lucid as it’s ever been. He rolls me back over, my eyes still closed as I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been without being asleep. The touch of his wet lips on my clit make a moan come out.
His hands run up and down my thighs as he kisses me intimately. Pushing my legs apart, he maneuvers his body between them. My knees I bend to allow him better access to my most pleasurable area.
His massage has me so relaxed that I simply relish in the way his mouth feels on me. The little licks he makes up and down my folds. His tongue taps my little bud as he makes it to the top every time, then he trails his tongue back down.
Gliding his hands up over my stomach, it sends shivers through me. My breasts fill his hands and he gently squeezes them. The relaxation is starting to leave my body as it begins to grow hot under his mouth and hands.
I’m beginning to want more. His mouth grows hot on my skin and the way he’s kissing me grows a bit rougher. Deft fingers pull at my nipples and I arch up to him.
The way his tongue runs up and down, lapping at my body, ignites a fire deep within me. My breath begins to come in short pants as his speed increases and my stomach begins to tense.
Kip pinches my nipples hard and places his mouth on my clit and sucks it until I burst, arching up to him and grabbing handfuls of his silky hair. “Yes! God, yes!”
His tongue darts into me as he tastes the juices that he has set free. My body pulses around him. In a flash he moves up my body and presses his hard, thick cock into me as I pulse around him.
The deep blue of his eyes I catch then he closes them and groans with the sensation of my orgasm. Slow strokes he makes until the contractions stop. His eyes open and he looks into mine.
My world I find in them and take his handsome face between my palms. “Forever, Kip.”
“Forever, Peyton.” I pull him to me and press my lips to his. I part my lips and he runs his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and it excites the hell out of me.
The way he moves in and out of me is sensuous and slow. Like he wants this to last forever. Just us alone together on this island. The rest of the world so far away. Only us.
Corded muscles I feel as I glide my hands over his back. Memorizing each one as it moves with his slow, deep strokes. Our bodies move as one as if we’re riding the ocean’s waves we can hear from our room.
A seagull’s call comes from somewhere outside and I feel as if I’m floating. Kips’ body is taking mine on a ride of pleasure, slow and steady he moves.
His mouth leaves mine and moves to my neck, nibbling and sucking. Heat fills me and I want the tenderness to change. I rake my nails over his back and arch up to him. “Harder.”
He growls and moves as I’ve asked him to. Deep, hard thrusts he gives me. His hands move to either side of me as he pulls himself back and positions himself to ram me like I want him to.
My hands run over his muscled chest, his pecs flexing with every hard thrust. His tight abs moving every time his body meets mine. I move my legs over the back of his and feel the power in them as he goes faster and harder.
Every thrust takes me that much closer to the edge and I feel it starting. I clutch his shoulders as I ride the wave of the orgasm. He watches me with such intensity as I fall apart under him. “God, you’re beautiful!”
I don’t know how he’s holding on. He pulls out and flips me over, pulling me back to him. The wind rushes from my lungs as he pulls me back on his huge cock.
A loud moan I make as he fills me and goes even deeper. My orgasm continues to rock my body. I moan and whimper as it goes on and on. One hand he runs around me and presses a finger against my clit, making sure I keep the orgasm going.
I press my face into the mattress to stifle my moans and little shrieks. He pulls my hair, making me come back up. “I want to hear you.”
The never ending orgasm has me making sounds I didn’t know I could make. His body tenses behind me and heat fills me as his dick pulses, sending my body into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
We both groan and he stops his hard strokes, allowing our bodies to ride out the strong climax until neither of us pulses anymore. He lets me go and I fall to the bed in utter contentment.
Kip
Peyton jumps over the small waves, her large breasts bouncing in the tiny, red bikini I bought her. I lounge in a chair as I watch her, the sun glints off her golden hair as she comes back to me after a brief splash in the calm surf.
I really don’t know where she found the energy to do that after all we’ve done yesterday, last night, and most of this morning and afternoon. But we leave tomorrow morning and she said she had to get in the water at least once before we leave here.
Her wet body sends little sprays of water all over me as she climbs onto the lounge chair with me, wrapping her cool, wet arms around me as she does. Wet lips touch my cheek as I close my eyes, content she’s back to me and now I can rest.
Running my arm around her narrow shoulders, I breathe in the scent of the water on her hair. “Mmmm.”
“You like?” she asks. Her finger trails over my bare chest. I managed to pull on a pair of trunks but nothing more than that.
“Yep.” The weight of her as she places her head on my chest is a comfort I never expected. “We should spend the summer here this year. What do you think? You could write a wonderful novel here while I play with Pax in the warm water. He’ll be sitting up by then.”
She yawns, her lips brush my skin as she says, “That sounds Heavenly. Let’s do that. While I was out in the water I noticed another home is being built down the beach a little ways.”
“My parents are having a small one built for them. Nothing fancy my mother told me. So you can damn well bet it will be.” I laugh as I think of my mother and her over the top spending habits.
Peyton giggles. “I can’t believe my parents are hanging out with yours. It’s not a thing I ever saw coming in this life. It’s remarkable how well they all get along. Don’t you think?”
“Nah, this was meant to be, love.” I squeeze her as I think about the first time I saw her. “From the moment I laid eyes on ya, it was love. I just hadn’t realized it at that time. And I suppose if I’d said I loved you right off the bat you really wouldn’t have given me the time of day.”
“I’d have thought you were crazier than I already did, Pop Rock.” Her cool lips kiss my chest and she runs her hand over my stomach, making my insides squirm.
“Did you ever imagine this is where we’d be in mere months after that day, love?” My lips brush the top of her head.
“No way. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, except up on that stage that is. Then you’d be gone on to the next gig, the next girl. The truth is I thought you forgot about me the moment I walked away.” Her hand flows over my abs and she traces the lines between them.
“That’s crazy,” I say and run my hand over her back. “How you didn’t see how smitten I was with you right from the beginning I’ll never understand. I was a different man the second I saw you. I could see my future in your hazel eyes.”
“Right, Kip,” she says with sarcasm. “You always knew I was the girl for you. That’s w
hy you got freaked out about how much you needed me and took off like a little chicken.”
“I’m sorry about that. That was a damn stupid and immature thing to do and I do believe you still owe me that punch I said you could take at me.”
“Nah, no need for violence. You did come around, so I forgive your idiotic choices. That did sting though. Then I found out I was pregnant and nearly lost my mind. Writing my novel helped keep me from going too crazy. Living the dream-life I made for us kept me sane. If you can believe that?”
“Did you ever see the story you came up with becoming a best-seller like it has?” I ask.
She laughs. “Nope! Didn’t see that coming. You must be good luck or something.”
“I must be,” I say as I pull her up and brush wet strands of her hair back so I can look at her. “My wife.”
“Hard to believe?” she asks with a grin.
I shake my head. “I always knew. Somehow, I always knew.”
Just like always happens when we’re this close, our lips draw and before we know it, we’re all up in each other. Peyton’s leg goes over me as she straddles me and deepens the kiss. I grow as she grinds her body against mine.
I’m erect and wanting her before I know it. Her hand moves down my stomach and pushes my trunks down, letting the beast free. She pulls her small bathing suit bottoms to the side and slides down my cock.
Though none of the staff would dare to come out here once they notice us. I’m finding myself quite surprised by Peyton and her lack of concern for making love outside in the broad daylight while there are other people on the island besides us.
Seems my little woman is growing up!
Peyton
My bare feet pad across the cool wood floor as I sprint inside. Kip and I got caught as Ashton came to tell him he had an urgent phone call. My body is as red as my bikini as the man must’ve had no idea what we were really doing.
He’d cleared his throat, followed by awkward silence as I had to get off Kip and pull his shorts up to cover his monster hard on, I’d been riding.
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