I felt the tip of his dick rub down my wetness, slowly, and then came the pressure of him sliding in deep with a guttural groan. “You feel that?” he muttered. “That’s husband pressure. That’s forever dick.”
“God, yesss…” I moaned into the mattress, gripping the sheets while he stroked slowly and deeply from behind. He grabbed my hair, pulled me up to arch against his chest.
“You gon’ give a nigga a baby girl this time?” Biting my lip, my pussy clenched around his dick as I nodded. He leaned over me, mouth at my ear, voice steady while his hips worked. “Fuck, baby… yeah, this pussy ready.”
My moans turned loud when he reached around and rubbed my click just right, fingers circling with intention. I tried to scoot forward again, but Knuck stayed locked in, pace speeding up. He went crazy, gripping my hips with both hands, drilling my pussy. The bed creaked under us, the sound of skin on skin loud as hell in the quiet room.
“Come on, baby,” he coached, slapping my ass. “Cum on your dick, baby. Wet this shit up.” I came hard, whole body shaking, crying with my fingers twisting the sheets. “That’s my fuckin’ wife…”
Knuck fucked me like we literally had forever in that suite, talking me through every orgasm. Telling me he’ll never stop fucking me, loving me, and making me happy. By the end of the night, we were laid out with my body satisfied but weak.
He kissed my shoulder, then my ring finger. “I love you, Mrs. Jones.”
I rolled over, laid my hand on his chest, and whispered, “Forever, Mr. Jones.”
Honeymoon Vibes
T h eo c e a nw a sloud as hell outside the balcony doors, waves crashin’ like they was tryna tell me somethin’. The curtains was open, sunlight spillin’ into the room, warm air mixed wit’ salt. Two weeks ago, we made shit official and a nigga been floatin’ ever since.
“Today,” she said softly, her voice a little raspy, cheek restin’ on my chest, “I wanna go ziplining or maybe jetskis. Something fun.”
I chuckled, brushin’ my hand down her bare back. “Hell nah. You trippin’.”
“Don’t be scared,” she giggled.
I exhaled. “Never scared. I’m just thinkin’. Shit, we gotta make it back to Kassim. If somethin’ happen to us, he stuck wit’ Keema’s ass.”
“Shut up!”
“Just sayin’… that it was a good ass call hirin’ her to be the nanny, though.”
Nyomi hummed. “And I feel better leaving him with her while we’re out here on some honeymoon time.”
“Facts,” I said. “Keema stepped up heavy. That’s fam type loyalty right there.” My hand slid over her ass again, not even tryna be slick ‘bout it.
“So nasty,” she whispered.
“You married me,” I said.
“Lucky me.” She grinned.
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“N Y Y O O M M I I I !” I don’t know how the hell I let her talk me into it, but I ended up in the fuckin’ sky anyway, screamin’ like a bitch. “Aye, yo! This shit ain’t fuckin’ normal!!!”
The harness dug into my thighs while my whole body flew across a jungle canopy like a damn rag doll, high up over some tropical ass trees wit’ birds squawkin’ and my heart beatin’ like I was runnin’ from twelve. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. All in the name of love. What the fuck?
By the time I touched down on the platform and the guides helped me unclip, I was bent over wit’ my hands on my knees, cussin’ under my breath, tryna to catch my breath and my dignity. Then, I heard Nyomi clappin’ and cheerin’ like I ain’t just almost die.
“My brave ass husband!” she laughed, runnin’ up to me. “You did it!”
I shook my head, wheezin’ a little as I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me. “Don’t ever ask me to do no shit like that again.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, gigglin’ against my chest. “You said that before jet skiing.”
“Yeah, and I meant that shit, too.” I kissed her hard, right there in front of the crew and the other tourists waitin’ for their turn. I earned that kiss. “Aight, enough of the adventurous shit. Let’s go eat. A nigga starvin’.”
We ended up at an open-air spot on the beach—soft reggae playin’, ocean just feet away. Table set: carved wood, crisp linens, fresh flowers. Fruit platter first, then jerk chicken sliders, coconut rice, and plantains so fuckin’ good I damn near closed my eyes when I bit one of them muthafuckas.