The doors open into our suite, one that''s perfectly designed for a honeymoon.


    Candles. Rose petals scattered across the floor. The hotel staff did good.


    I should be walking straight to the honeymoon bed, but for some reason, a bed


    filled with flowers seems too delicate for my first sexual encounter with my wife.


    I let her shoes drop to the floor, kicking mine off too, and then I take her straight


    outside to the private pool.


    She squeals when she realizes what I''m about to do. "Oh, my God, Knox. Don''t


    you dare."


    I dare.


    I take two quick steps and throw us both in. Her legs are around my waist, and her


    arms are still clutching my shoulders. She gasps as we sink in, thenes up


    choking on augh. Her sses hang askew, and she adjusts them.


    Thatughter soon turns into a fake re. "You are so annoying, Knox."


    "What did I do?"


    "You know exactly what you did. I was in the mood. Now you''ve put out the fire."


    "Oh, baby..." I press her closer to me. "One touch, and I''ll get you back in the


    mood."


    She bites her lip as I start swimming toward the shallow end, taking her along with


    me. The water ripples between us.


    When we reach the tanning ledge, I lift her up, guiding her onto the t surface. I


    make sure she''s steady before I let go. Then I kiss her.


    Her lips part right away. She''s just as ready to be consumed as I am to consume


    her.


    One of my hands finds its way between her thighs, and I slip my fingers inside her,


    easy at first-just enough to make her sigh into my mouth. Then deeper. She


    gasps and starts moving her hips, trying to find a rhythm against the hard edge of


    the pool. I can feel her clenching around me, so I push in further, curling my


    fingers to hit that sweet spot.


    Her body starts moving with mine. Rocking. Grinding. Her ass nudges back


    against the ledge with every little shift, and it sends ripples through the water.


    Her hands reach for me, searching, needy.


    And God help me, I want to give her everything.


    I ease her back until her spine hits the ledge, causing her elbows to give out so


    she lies t. Then I grab her thighs, drag her toward me until her legs are folded


    up over my shoulders, and bury my face in her.


    The taste that hits me is unmistakably her, even with the faint chemical edge of


    chlorine in the mix. It''s still her. Still warm and wet and mine. I don''t pause, don''t


    even think about it. I lick into her with purpose-slow at first, then with more


    pressure, tongue working every angle I know she loves. I drag it over her, back


    and forth, up and down, circling, flicking.


    I''m not in any rush. I want to take my time and learn her all over again, every


    small reaction, every sound.


    She arches a little when I suck on her clit, her body jolting. Her thighs tense


    around my head. I groan into her and push two fingers back inside, curling them


    just right, stroking that spot that always makes her go quiet before she falls apart.


    Her hips twitch. One hand is in my hair, tugging hard.


    Her moans start soft, but they pick up fast. I keep going. Because I want her


    wrecked. I want her to lose it in my mouth, shaking and gasping with her legs still


    locked around my neck.


    "Right there-oh my God, right there-please"


    I give her more. Suck harder. My nose is buried in her as I press in deeper, and


    she''s convulsing, grabbing at my hair, yanking so hard it makes my eyes water.


    Then she shatters.


    "Fuuuck," she cries, hips seizing.


    I feel her pulse around me.


    Her hands release my hair, and she starts to escape. I know what that means.


    She''sing down from it, too sensitive now. So I lift my head, kiss the inside of


    her thigh, and rise up over her.


    I climb onto the tanning ledge, water


    sluicing off my chest, and grab her


    legs without hesitation. I fold her in


    half, pressing her knees toward her


    chest Then I unzip my pants, reach


    inside, and pull my cock out, stroking


    it once, twice, before lining myself


    up.


    And then I push inside in one deep, greedy thrust.


    Her breath rushes out of her. "Oh, God," she gasps, head falling back. "You''re so


    deep."


    "Damn right I am," I growl, bracing my hands behind her thighs and holding her in


    ce. "I want you to take every inch of me. I want to put a baby inside you."


    I draw back, just far enough, and m into her again. Her scream ricochets off the


    surrounding walls.


    "That feels so "


    I don''t let her finish. I pull back and


    drive in again. Then again. It''s not


    slow or careful anymore. It''s raw


    and hungry and everything I''ve been


    holding in since I saw her in that


    white dress that barely covered her


    thighs.


    She''s folded beneath me like a perfect little offering, her back arched, her hands


    gripping at anything-my arms, the ledge, the water.


    Her voice is a mess of moans and broken words now. "Oh, don''t stop. Fill me up.


    Please, Knox."


    I''m not stopping. Can''t. Her body is


    wrapped so tight around me I''d need


    a crowbar to pull free. She''s so


    warm, so wet. I can feel everything.


    Her juices dripping down, her core


    squeezing every time I bottom out. I


    grind against her clit, getting deeper.


    The breathless cry thates out


    of her goes straight to my dick. I pull


    out, m in, and do the grinding


    motion again, angling her hips just


    to hear that sweet sound.


    It bes a steady rhythm. I do it again.


    And again.


    And again.