by Eden Rose
We leave the hotel room holding hands and walk straight into Anne and Rossi. They were having an argument but they stopped as soon as they heard us coming. I know Rossi well enough to know when he’s pissed about something and I could tell that he wasn’t happy about something.
“What’s going on, guys?” Savannah asks and leans into my chest.
“Nothing. Let’s get something to eat. I am starving. The baby is hungry.”
Ignoring their pissy ass moods, I concentrate on making my new wife happy. As we walked through the open resort, there were a few male peacocks walking around with their feathers out. Savannah stopped and took some photos of them and then showed them to me on her phone.
She giggles as she flicks through the photos and then points at the albino peacock that has now just walked in front of us. Anne and Rossi keep walking in their tense state and I don’t bother hurrying to get behind them.
The sun is streaming through the open hallways and I feel the early afternoon heat against my skin. We stand in silence as we watch the albino peacock walk with his feathers out. My hands are wrapped around her waist and I hold her as close to me as I can. My nose is buried into her neck and I take a deep breath.
“You smell amazing.”
She hums her appreciation for my compliment and leans her head against my chest. The peacock has left and I begin to guide her to the dining room so we could eat. We don’t break our connection as we walk over to where our friends are seated.
For the past fifteen years, I have had to worry about who was behind me. For the first time since I became officially affiliated with the Lucky Family, I was able to relax in public. The weight of my gun that I carried didn’t even bother me. Hell, I considered leaving it in the hotel room.
“So, what should we do today?” Savannah asks as she eats a strawberry.
My dick twitches thinking about the time I teased her with strawberries when we were in Chicago. “I’m not sure. Whatever you want to do.”
She starts talking to Anne and I come up with a plan. I need to do something that will make our honeymoon special and rememberable. I can’t buy her something because she’s already starting to get a little wiggy about that.
And just like that, I figured it out!
Savannah
“Finish your lunch. I will be back in a minute,” Vincent says to me as he uncurls himself from the chair. He kisses the top of my head before walking out of the room.
Ronnie looks at him and then shrugs before turning back to Anne. “What are you guys doing today?” I ask and eat another strawberry. They are perfectly ripe and sweet. I could eat them forever.
I watch as my best friend and sister of the heart look at Ronnie with longing and something else. Please, let Ronnie realize that she needs him right now. She needs him to pay attention to her badly.
Anne shrugs and then looks down at her plate of fruit. “Actually, we have a couple’s spa day planned after lunch.”
Ronnie’s statement must have shocked Anne because she looked up with surprise and happiness. “Really? I’m so excited.”
Vincent comes back with a smile of success and then takes his seat again. “What were you guys talking about?”
We finish our food and I’m flying high from the delicious fruit and the possibility of spending the whole day alone with my husband. He stands and then pulls out my chair like the gentleman that he is and throws some money down on the table.
“We will see you guys later,” Vincent says and leads us out of the restaurant. I like that the whole place is open and the breeze from the ocean gets to filter through the spaces.
I wrap my arm around his lower back as I settle myself into the crook of his under arm. “What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise. Let’s go to our room and get changed into our swim suits.”
By the time we are changed, I’m anxious and ready to figure out what we are going to do. I put on one of those tank-ini’s and he slips on his swim shorts. My husband fills them out quite well, if I do say so myself.
We walk out of the hotel room holding hands and start walking towards the lobby. Once we are there, I see a man holding a sign for Moretti. I look at Vincent with questions and he nods towards the guy. “We are going to have some fun.”
The limo driver, yes- limo driver in Mexico!- drives us to this alcove that is right on the beach. I see a bunch of horses tied to a long stable. There is wind coming off of the beach and I shiver as we climb out of the limo.
“We will be back in a couple of hours. Stay here,” Vincent directs to the driver who nods and climbs back into the car.
“How did you find a limo driver?” I question as he wraps his arm around me and leads me to a man who has a clipboard and wearing a gigantic cowboy hat.
He nods and then gives me the sly smile that melts my panties off in a heartbeat. “Baby doll, I’m a man of many resources. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go pick a horse.”
I point at a tall white one and practically run up to it. He’s beautiful. He’s over six feet and is perfectly groomed. His hair is this off white and he’s got a pretty stance about him. “I want this one.”
Vincent points at the horse that I’m practically drooling over and the guy with the large hat comes over. There are words that are exchanged and some cash that is handed off to the man with the hat and then there’s a nod towards the horse. Deciding that there is no way that I’m going to be able to keep track over what they are talking about, I pet the horse.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur at the horse and he looks at me with some big eyes. They are a strange cross between gold and brown but they are gorgeous.
Hands are placed on my hips and hot breath is swept across my cheek. “Are you ready, my lovely?”
“Yes!” I go to climb up on the stirrups and he helps me by placing his hands on my ass. Even though he doesn’t have long nails, they still bite into my flesh causing me to have delicious shivers. I look down at him once I have swung my leg over the horse’s back and I grab the reins tightly in my hands.
I start to relax a little and get comfortable. Before I can turn to see what horse Vincent is getting on, he climbs onto the horse I am on and places his hands on my hips. “You didn’t think I would let you ride without me, did you?” I start to open my mouth but he quiets me by digging his fingers into my sides. “Yeah right, baby doll. You aren’t shaking me.”
Not that I want to!
“Lead the way.”
“What about the guide or whatever?” I protest and turn to look at him. He’s too gorgeous for his own good. I swear. Is it wrong of me for being so turned on while on a horse? What kind of sick fucking person does this make me?
A nasty person.
Vincent
It’s a rare gift that I have. I can tell when Savannah is turned on and what she doesn’t know is that I’m about to rock her world. Yes, we are doing couple’s horseback riding, but that’s not it.
We point out animals that are uncommon in New York, which is almost everything that we see and point at the beautiful waterfall. The falls are about three stories high with multiple landings that make it seem cascading.
And this is where my planning comes in.
“Let’s ride out through the clearing,” I whisper in her ear. Her hair tickles my nose and she shivers against my chest. Her lush curves are resting against me and my mouth waters at the thought of putting my lips on her skin.
She nods and continues going forward. There’s a spot that I have planned in the middle of the clearing that is perfect for us. I pull her back against me more and she willingly slides to meet me where I want her. Once she’s so close to me that there is no air coming between our bodies, I whistle.
The guide who I was talking to in Spanish has appeared and he’s going to take the horse back. “Baby, we are getting off the horse. Come on.”
She looks at me with trust in her eyes and waits for me to climb down. Once my feet are on the ground, she slides her leg o
ver and I hold my arms out for her. Without thinking, she glides off the horse and into my awaiting arms. Savannah places her hands on my shoulders and I band my arms around the back of her thighs.
Words can not begin to express how much the trust in her eyes wound me. I feel like the biggest cafone ever. I fucking killed her ex-husband a matter of days ago.
Carefully, I set her down on her two feet and she shakes her head as if trying to clear it. “What are we doing?” She asks as the guide takes the reins of the horse and leads him off.
I shake my own head and pull her towards the clearing.
My plans have been excellently executed.
“Shh, don’t ask questions, my lovely. Let me do something for you.”
Savannah sidles herself up to my side and fastens herself to my chest. “I can’t wait. I’m sure it will be great. I love you.”
I kiss her head and lead her into the clearing. I managed to find the waterfall that all of the locals have been talking about and reserved it for the evening. I needed this time with her so she could know how important she is to me.
How do you reserve a waterfall in Mexico? Easy. Know enough people and then give them more money than they know what to do with.
There is a big white tent in the middle and there are curtains that cover the edges. It looks like a villa and in the middle of it there are pillows on top of an air mattress. I’m pleased that everything is white since I wanted this to be like a cleanser of all of the bad stuff.
Plus, there is a huge waterfall that we have the perfect view of.
“How long are we staying here for?” She asks me and stops in front of me to wrap her arms around my neck. Once her hands are gripping my neck, she kisses along my jaw.
My fingers grip into the fleshy part of her hips and she purrs a little. “For the night and then we will go back to the hotel. How does that sound?”
“Amazing.”
I swoop down to pick her up and she allows me to put her in the bride pose as I carry her into the villa. Once we are in there, she looks around and her eyes widen when she sees that I have equipped it with all of her favorite things.
In the corner, there is a mini fridge that is holding chocolate covered strawberries and champagne. I managed to bring massage oils as well.
After we eat, I move to my knees and start to undress her. Her top flies off and her beautiful breasts bounce with freedom. I take a minute to look at her and see that she’s glowing. The love and trust that she is showing me is making me harder. I reach down and untie the bottoms and push her back slightly so she is laying back. Once she is, I take the time to strip her out of them.
I stand up in front of her, and shuck off my clothes and hold my hands out for her to grab a hold of them. Once her perfect small hands are in mine, I pull her up. “How about a swim?” I ask her and wink.
“Lead the way, baby,” she whispers and her hand wraps around my hard dick that is bobbing in front of me.
Carefully, I back away from her so she can’t grab on to it too hard and she pouts. “Don’t rush me, love. I have been planning this for a while and it is going to be on my time. You got me?” I know my accent is heavy right now, which it always is when I’m turned on.
Her blonde head nods and she strolls off to the water. She stops in front of the bay and dips her foot in. That perfect ass. I would start a war for that ass.
“How is the water?” I ask as I follow her.
Before I can put my hands on her, she dives into the water and surfaces a few feet away. “Vincent, this is heavenly. I never want to leave.”
I place my feet in the water and then walk out to where she is standing. The water is warm but not too warm where I feel like I’m in a bath. It’s absolutely perfect. She is right. It’s heavenly. Once I’m in front of her, I place my arms around her middle and hold her close. “We can stay as long as you want. I’m sure we could figure it out.”
She shakes her head and then holds onto my forearms. “No, this is a fantasy and when we are old and crippled, I’m going to remember this.”
Shiftly, I take my hands off of her waist and grab her cheeks. I take her mouth with control and demand entrance with my tongue. Once my tongue is dueling with hers, I gesture for her to jump up.
My new wife hums her arousal and complies. I can feel the heat of her sex as she aligns it with my dick and I swiftly slide into home. She opens her mouth and takes a deep breath as I slip all the way into the hilt. I take my hands from her cheeks and drop them to her ass cheeks. “Kiss me, baby,” I whisper as I chase her mouth.
“Oh my god, how are you so deep?” She moans and places her lips on mine. Since my hands are gripping the fleshy part of her delicious and round fucking ass, I can’t dig them into her hair to hold her face where she is.
I start to do short but fast thrusts into her and she throws her head back. I have to grip her ass tighter to make sure she doesn’t fall.
As her sex contracts and convulses around my dick, I drop my hands and slide out of her. “On your knees.” The pout on her face is so adorable as Savannah finds her footing.
She stumbles a little and walks over the edge of the water but I stop her. “No, go towards the waterfall.”
Savannah
I’m not sure how I’m even walking right now. My sex is pulsing with need and pleasure for more of my husband. I wasn’t kidding when I asked how he was so deep inside me. I swear to all that is holy that he was so fucking deep that he punctured my womb.
Holy hot fucking hell.
Following directions, I walk over to the waterfall that is more than two stories tall falling off of a cliff. It looks like a series of different cliffs and different sizes that the water is falling on.
It’s cool on my overly sensitive skin as I walk through it. The water is at my mid-thigh and it’s brushing against my sex lips. I tingle as I walk through falls.
The water is crystal blue and I can see that under the falls is a cave like thing. I stop in the spray of the waterfall and let the water rain down on me. It feels very good to be in the water and I don’t want to leave. At all.
Vincent wades through the water as I have my head tilted back so the water flows over my hair away from my face. When he gets to me, he wraps his arms around my waist and I feel the mushroom head of his dick as it tries to make it’s way through my thighs. “Open for me, love. Let me make you feel good.”
Is it possible to feel any better? Fuck, I can’t remember the last time that I felt this relaxed nor have I ever felt this free. The waterfall is uninhibited and no one can control it. I like that I’m apart of it and I’m soaking as much of that as I can inside.
I lean against the ledge on my elbows and spread my legs enough for him to get situated behind me and I wait. After a few empty seconds, I turn to see what’s taking him so long. He’s looking at my ass with a wide grin on his mouth. I shake my head and wiggle it to entice him.
“Hold still,” the control that is normally in his voice isn’t there. I know that he’s losing his control and I fucking love it. He always has the power and I feel like I have it now.
I felt his fingers inch over my hip and spread across my mound and then it happens. Roughly, he shoves himself into me with everything in him and I can’t help but scream at the intrusion. If I thought he was deep earlier, he’s very mother fucking deep now.
Forgetting that we are in public, I scream louder and louder. “Yes, baby, fuck me.”
“Take my dick, my lovely. Take every inch I have to give to you. You love it. Don’t you?”
*
After walking up our driveway from the car that was sent to pick us up at the airport, I held my new husband's hand. This felt different than every other time we walked together holding hands. Vincent smiled down at me and picked me up like a damsel.
"This is the real threshold, my love. I must carry you across it."
With a smile bigger than my face, I giggle and bury my head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. As we
walked through the door and I am set back down on my feet, I scanned the house. The lighting was different. This was now truly my home. I lived here. I lived here with my husband.
"When is Cherub being dropped off? I miss him." At the thought of my puppy, my heart started beating fast. I had grown to thinking of him as my child.
Vincent was walking out the door to get our suitcases and was humming to himself. When he came back in, he set the suitcases down and took his phone out. While he stood there, I couldn’t help giving him a once over. Even though we traveled from Mexico, he still looks handsome in his slacks that are perfectly tailored and his dress shirt is neatly tucked in. I love looking at his perfectly chiseled body as he stands in front of me.
