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Hunter
By the second week of their honeymoon, Hunter took his mouth off Tiara’s curvy booty long enough to go on a stroll to the lovely beaches on the island. Trekking along miles of golden sands trimmed by exotic palm trees as far as their eyes could see, Hunter and Tiara poked fun at each other, laughed together, talked a lot and tasted a wide range of food during their 3-hour culinary and cultural tour across the island.
On the third week, the adventurous couple jumped on a truck safari and went on a tour of various sugarcane fields and cocoa farms. The truck meandered past scenic far-reaching green hills for miles.
“Imagine we owned a few acres of amazing landscape like this with a cute lake,” his wife said out loud. “That’s wishful thinking, right?”
“It’s not, Ti.” He pulled her to his side, leaned down and settled a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You want a spot like my happy place in Florida within reach?”
Her eyes beamed as her lips curved into a heart-stopping smile. “Exactly! This place reminds me of our trip to Florida, only there’s no lake here.”
“In the future, we could find some place in the suburbs with rolling hills and a lake.”
“You would that for me?”
“And more.” He seized her upturned lips between his teeth and pecked her upper lip before gliding his tongue into her mouth.
Totally wrapped within their sensual storm for several minutes, Hunter and Tiara forgot they were not alone. Other tourists and the tour guide looked away, only stealing furtive glances when no one was watching.
At the start of the fourth week, Hunter escorted his wife to check out the much-talked about Altos de Chavon, the replica of a Mediterranean village with an Italian feel. They strode around the quaint village buildings, climbed the steps designed with washed-out stones. Chattering and laughing mostly, they ambled through the cobbled lanes, dropped into a few picturesque workshops to buy souvenirs, stopped over to enjoy local meals at different cafés and ended their tour in three separate art galleries.
The following day, Tiara watched him surf waves while she cheered him on, lying down on the powdery, snow-white sandy beach. After he spent over twenty minutes paddling strong enough to match the speed of the waves in order to show off his skills, he rode to the shore and dashed across the sand to meet his wife. While surfing, he never took his eyes off her for more than a few seconds.
“Let me show you how to surf, Ti.”
“No way. Go do your fun thing, I’ll cheer you on. Dying in the ocean isn’t on my bucket list, bae.”
Chuckling, he winked before downing cold water straight from the plastic bottle. “Live a little, Ti.”
“Ah-ah. Staying alive to stare at your sexy body is more fun than riding the enormous ocean waves.”
Heat flushed his skin. It was not just because she complimented him. His body overheated because Tiara gazed at him with eyes that conveyed how much she loved him. He felt great on the inside every waking and sleeping moment they shared.
“We’ll ride together, I promise.”
“When last did you see my round booty? It wouldn’t stay still on your surfboard.”
He pointed at her curves as he laughed. “I saw your booty hours ago. Is that an invitation to screw you?”
“Um?” Leaning back on her elbows, she spread apart her knees and closed them while she directed her eyes to his chest.
“Are you going to back to the ocean, husband? The waves are calling your name.”
“Stop messing with me if you want me to focus. I can practice my back stroke in the infinity pool instead, so I can defeat you.”
“I’m up for the challenge. Let’s do it. If I win what happens?”
“I’ll lick whipped cream off your cleavage.”
“Whoa...I like!”
Winking, she swirled her lips across her bottom lip with sluggish delight. Peeling off her towel, she sank her feet into the powdery sand and ran off toward the water. He hurried after her, cleared her feet off the sand with both hands and carried her into the ocean himself. He did not need a reason to have her body press against his own. The intense heat pulsing from her skin could burn down the entire city of Oakland. Laughing the whole time, Tiara hugged his neck and kissed his jawline.
“I can carry my own weight, you know bae.”
“I love to feel needed. And you’re lightweight to me. Besides, I get to exercise for free.”
“What do you think our lives would be like when we have a baby?”
Raising one brow as his chest tightened with glee and passion, he chuckled. “Are you thinking about it?”
“The thought has crossed my mind a few times in the last two weeks. Maybe it’s the frequent screwing around, I don’t know.”
“Are you ready?” He kissed her lips, slowing down at the corners to tease her a little.
Giggling, she caught his bottom lip and sucked gently before letting him off. “Not sure. I don’t want to cut short our world trip. What do you want?”
“Kids would come. Let’s achieve your dream first.”
She gave him a large hickey on the neck, cooing, “That’s my way of saying thank you very much for your understanding, bae.”
Erupting into a massive laugh, he shuddered, dropping her legs, so that she almost stumbled into the warm water. Giggling more, she had to hold on to his waist to save herself from slumping.
“That hickey will last for weeks, Ti.”
She gave him a slow wink. “Mm. It’s a decent size.”
Clasping his palm along the side of her neck, he nodded. “I’m going to return the favour.”
“Not now.”
“You wish!”
Tiara stumbled backward to get away. But he lunged forward, grasped her arm, pinned her against his body and pricked her neck with his teeth. Wild giggles floated along her gut and spilled from her lips. He stroked her neck with his tongue to warm her cool skin until she laughed hard and dug her nails into his skin. The closer he pressed her luscious body to his own, the harder her nipples crushed against his chest through her green and black layered bathing suit. Waves of magnificent pleasure tumbled through him as the water lapped around their feet.
“I want to screw you before–”
While he grazed her neck with his teeth, he hoped she felt a sharp, sweet pain like he had. A deep moan exploded from her lips. The sexy sounds got him about ready to jerk off. He felt a strong pull from his nipples to his dick rubbing along her thighs through his trunks. Breathing harshly, he raised his head. He felt his skin burn with desire and he knew his eyes appeared glazed.
“We’re even,” he murmured before snatching her lips with his own for a kiss so fiery, she dropped her hands to his toned butt and squeezed with her fingers.
When he was on the verge of exploding inside his trunks, he let his wife go, smacking her ass as he stepped back.
“I need a swim to cool down,” he told her with a tight grin.
“How can you leave me like this, bae?”
Her dimmed dark eyes pierced his.
“Come and swim, wifey. I’ll screw you later.”
“What about now? Even if it’s just the tip of your erection crushing against me.” She glanced down at her thighs.
His whole body received an overwhelming charge of electricity. He swam back to her side and gently cuddled her with both hands.
“Hey beautiful,” he whispered, palming her tits with one hand, while jerking her ass forward with the other.
“Yeah!” She moaned. “Just like that.”
He caressed her hips and sneaked his fingers inside her bathing suit, wiping the back of his hand along her hairy mound.
Groaning, Tiara caught the skin on his forearm between her teeth. “Oh yes. Slide in.”
And he slithered one finger past her tender opening and thrust inside her vag. A feeling of utter satisfaction and hunger assaulted him. His dick roared to a hard length while his wife jolted against him, grunting. He fingered her for no longer than two minutes before she gripped his hands as she wriggled, clenched her teeth and showered him with her precious seaside orgasmic juice.
He caught her lips with his own intending to swallow her moans, but she tore her mouth away, panting as her breath erupted in shallow measures. Instead, he bent his head and grabbed her nipple with his mouth through her bathing suit. Frustrated by the wet shield, he worked loose the tie around her neck to reveal her boobs. But she quickly held the falling rope in place.
“What are you doing, bae?”
“I want to kiss your nipple. We’ve got privacy here.”
In the absence of an immediate release, he needed something in return.
Tiara swung her head left and right.
“The closest couple is at least two-hundred yards away, Ti.”
Letting the halter neck fall away, she wound her hands around his dick. He groaned as pleasure flared in his groin. She clenched her fingers hard around his erection in a fast and slow rhythm as she swirled her hot tongue past his nipples.
“T-t-i-a-” He groaned, trying not to release. “Your fingers feel g-good, babe.”
“Don’t hold back,” his wife cooed, sliding her tongue along the ridges of his abs.
“N-not h-here.” She gave him the best squeeze yet. Against his will, he let out a pleasure-filled growl as he shuddered, jerked forward and stilled before rocking against Tiara for a full minute.
When the world stood upright again, they had a refreshing swim in the warm water for about ten minutes. Feeling the urgent need to complete their ride into sexual bliss, he carried her off her feet back to their villa.
Days before they said goodbye to the island edged by exotic palm trees and the crystal blue sea, Hunter and Tiara went sightseeing, diving to see the Underwater Museum of Captain Kidd’s Shipwreck.
Terrified of swimming alone in her snorkelling gear, Tiara tailed Hunter throughout the adventure. Formidable when she needed to be, he loved the fact his wife looked up to him to protect her, trusted him to have her back and readily leaned on him whenever she wanted. And he valued the trust she had in him and prayed everyday not to mess it all up.
They swam past coral reefs along the way and with only a handful of tourists also diving to explore the hidden treasure–also referred to as the ‘Living Museum of the Sea’–it was an exciting and peaceful experience and, the perfect spot for honeymooners.
Out on the beach later on, Hunter led his wife to have dinner at an outdoor restaurant where they spent the evening smooching.
“I’m still going to lick whipped cream off your cleavage,” he crooned along her lips when he needed them to return to their villa.
His wife’s eyes glowed just as he expected.
“Yes please!”
