[HoneyMoon] 2
“What do you mean?” Beatrice asked, turning around in one swift motion. Facing her husband, who now held her tightly. Samuel’s hands gripped her waist, gently pushing her against the pool’s edge that was initially used as support by his wife. The cool breeze that should have reached them was no longer present.
Instead, a wave of heat began to warm the water around them.
Beatrice’s hands tightened around Samuel’s neck, closing the distance between them was the right thing for her to do. Talking right above her husband’s wet lips, she did it to reciprocate what Samuel had done to her. “Why didn’t you answer?”
“Open it,” Samuel said, without hesitation, as he gently squeezed Beatrice’s chest. This caught his wife by surprise, but she soon burst into laughter.
“It won’t be visible anyway because we’re in the water,” Beatrice said, pushing Samuel’s body slightly. She let go because sitting on the edge of the pool was not an option. A steep cliff awaited her. She wouldn’t take that risk, right? So, she swam back to a safer spot on the right side, close to their room.
“Visible from where?” Samuel smirked, letting his wife leave him alone. As Beatrice moved away, he said, “Come in.” With a teasing gaze, Samuel wouldn’t waste any more time. He hurriedly approached Beatrice, with a specific goal in mind.
Beatrice’s legs.
Diving slightly underwater, he caressed them ever so gently. Slowly moving up, he lowered the thin piece of fabric that covered her favorite part. When he resurfaced right in front of his wife, he received a look of disbelief.
“Why are you being so naughty, Sam?” Beatrice teased, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She intentionally swayed her hair slowly.
“It doesn’t matter because I know your heart belongs only to me,” Samuel replied, wiping the wetness off Beatrice’s cheek. Despite her pouting, Beatrice complied. She wrapped her hands around Samuel’s neck, bringing them closer together.
“I love you,” Samuel said, right above Beatrice’s moist lips.
“Don’t you want to say it back?” Beatrice teased, with a playful twinkle in her eyes. She gently shook her hair.
“It doesn’t matter because I know your heart belongs only to me,” Samuel replied, wiping the wetness off Beatrice’s cheek. Despite her pouting, Beatrice complied. She wrapped her hands around Samuel’s neck, bringing them closer together.
“I love you,” Samuel said, right above Beatrice’s moist lips.
“Don’t you want to say it back?” Beatrice teased, with a playful twinkle in her eyes. She gently shook her hair.
“It’s fine because I know your heart belongs only to me.”
“Really?” Beatrice responded with laughter, but it was short-lived as Samuel interrupted it with a long kiss. He didn’t use his hands to hold Beatrice’s waist as before. Instead, he used them to cup her cheeks, guiding them wherever he pleased, even though it wasn’t necessary.
The kiss was passionate and reciprocated with equal fervor. Every move Samuel made on his wife’s lips, which he noticed had a tempting hint of redness, was met with an equally intense response. It overwhelmed every nerve in Samuel’s body. Their kisses were addictive, a daily indulgence for Samuel.
Using the tip of his tongue, when the passionate kiss had a brief pause, Samuel continued to explore. He never left any gap in his gentle caresses on those soft lips. Occasionally, he lightly nibbled out of fondness. As a result of his actions, their closeness intensified. Beatrice’s body moved closer to his. Samuel could feel the touch of her pliant and longing chest against his own. Although it was still covered by the thin, now wet fabric, Samuel could sense the sensation of their touch there.
Samuel’s hands no longer cupped his wife’s face. It was no longer needed because their lips remained connected. In fact, it made Samuel float even more as Beatrice’s kisses grew more skillful. They were tender, calculated, and ignited the already intense passion. The tension they created made Samuel lift Beatrice effortlessly.
With ease.
“Sam!” Beatrice released her grip slightly, surprised that they were already out of the pool. She was seated on the edge, while Samuel stood between her legs.
“You’ll get cold,” Samuel grinned as he gently wiped Beatrice’s cheek.
“I can’t possibly get cold near you, Sam,” Beatrice smiled broadly. She wrapped her hands around Samuel’s neck again, urging her husband to come closer. And there was no way Samuel would refuse.
Samuel shook his head slightly in response to Beatrice’s comment. His eyes focused on his wife’s face. Her lips were swollen from their previous actions, and a hint of redness peeked from the right side of her neck. He winced slightly. Then his gaze lowered, observing Beatrice’s chest rising and falling rhythmically.
The enticing cleavage was truly indulgent for Samuel this time. Using his right index finger, he traced the collarbone of his wife, letting his finger linger there. It remained there as Beatrice simply gazed at him. He moved closer and placed a kiss on that exposed part of her chest.
The alluring mound was a temptation he never grew tired of touching. This time, he used the tip of his tongue to leave a wet trail, mixed with the remaining pool water. It created a perfect combination, making Beatrice’s breath grow heavy once again.
“Open it, will you?” Samuel’s nimble fingers had already reached Beatrice’s back. They found the dance floor for his fingertips on her body.
Beatrice’s hands returned to grip Samuel’s shoulders. Her eyes tightly closed as she nodded in agreement with her husband’s request. And not long after, the wet black bra strap came off easily. Leaving behind the thin strap hanging on her smooth shoulder. Samuel didn’t waste the opportunity to remove the fabric.
Slowly and tenderly, Samuel lowered the strap from Beatrice’s shoulder. He placed a kiss on the exposed shoulder where the strap used to be. And then the other one. For Samuel, it was about being fair to every part of his wife’s body. Once he removed it, Beatrice was completely without a single thread. Her chest, which was previously covered only at the tips, now looked incredibly tempting for him to conquer with his touch.
Beatrice’s breath became erratic as she explored the fact that Samuel had yet to move. She questioned, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m a bit confused. Should I squeeze them first or…” Samuel’s words were cut off by Beatrice’s disbelief.
“Sam!” Beatrice glared, unable to believe it. She cupped Samuel’s face to make him look at her, not at her chest. Samuel frowned in disbelief at Beatrice’s recent behavior.
“Why?” he asked spontaneously.
“Why are you being so lewd, Sam?”
Samuel laughed. “There’s no problem being lewd with my own wife.” And even more absurdly, he lightly pinched Beatrice’s nipple, making her wife wide-eyed and unbelieving of his actions. “You’ve been driving me crazy since yesterday.” Samuel didn’t want to waste time talking because, truly, praising his wife’s beauty would take up a lot of time. And what he was about to seize now couldn’t be waited for any longer. The nipple that he lightly pinched earlier, he gently squeezed and gave it a soft swipe with the tip of his tongue.
“Sam!” Beatrice exclaimed as she reflexively grabbed her husband’s hair. Not because her nipple suddenly received stimulation, but because of Samuel’s suckling there. It felt like an electric current, quickly flowing through her body until she felt her toes curling from the intense sensation created by Samuel.
Occasionally, Samuel made movements like licking an ice cream in a hurry, and then he instantly changed it to a suckling similar to a very hungry baby. And he didn’t leave the other breast alone. His other hand also played there. Sometimes he lightly twisted the tip of his wife’s nipple, sometimes he fondly squeezed it, making Beatrice moan uncontrollably.
“Sam, slow down,” Beatrice said, bowing her head to observe what Samuel was doing to her chest. Although Samuel occasionally lifted his gaze, he wouldn’t let go so easily. Beatrice knew that. And it wouldn’t be easy to stop before he satisfied himself playing with both of her breasts. Especially with the increasingly intense sucking Samuel was doing to her.
“Don’t bite, Sam,” Beatrice couldn’t resist exclaiming. She pushed Samuel’s shoulder slightly to momentarily pause his activities. Not because Beatrice didn’t enjoy it, but she couldn’t handle all the touches Samuel gave her. The waves of arousal that had been building up inside her were overwhelming. She felt like the blood had left her body, and her heart was racing, but she didn’t immediately want to distance herself or stop.
No, she just needed a break. Her eyes immediately lowered to her right nipple, which she felt had been bitten by Samuel. Oh, calm down. There was no redness or any sign of irritation. Just a challenging fullness right in front of Samuel’s face. The evidence was the slight redness.
“You’re teasing me, Honey,” Samuel said with a satisfied grin. His hand was now on Beatrice’s knee. “Get comfortable, alright?”
Inevitably, Beatrice furrowed her brow at his words. Especially when Samuel slowly spread apart her already open legs. “What do you want, Sam?”
Samuel lifted his gaze while grinning. “To kiss you.” As he moved closer to Beatrice’s exposed core. “Get a little closer, Honey,” he ordered, which was obeyed by his wife. Making Samuel impatient to taste her there.