He began sucking on her ear.
She squealed, trying to turn her head, laughing at her own feeble attempt. “You know how much that tickles.”
“Careful, don’t sprain something,” he quipped.
She slapped his ass, and he jerked upright. Peeling off the blindfold, she looked into his eyes. Her arms circled him, holding him tight.
“I love you, husband.”
His expression softened as he leaned down to whisper, “And I love you, wife.” Then he kissed her, slowly, thoroughly.
When they broke the kiss, she said, “Now release my legs. They’re numb.” Violet laughed.
“Right away.” As Max smiled, he moved to untie her ankles and playfully shake out her legs. Then he crawled back into bed, tucking his body close to hers, and wrapping the covers around them, kissed her ear and whispered, “Sleep, beautiful.”
Violet barely managed to moan her consent as they fell asleep.
****
They awoke on their fourth morning in paradise, exhilarated and famished.
“My stomach is actually growling.” Violet laughed. “I hardly ever wake up feeling hungry.”
“You’ve hardly ever had this much physical exertion in such short a time,” Max teased, slapping her ass playfully. “Come on, sunshine, let’s eat and go out. I’m ready for those warm, sandy beaches.”
Violet rolled over in the bed, watching Max’s sleek body as he made his way to the bathroom. God, he’s still so sexy, she thought. How’d I get so lucky?
She threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed, catching her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She stopped to look at herself, turning one way then the other. She ran her hands down her sides, over the slight swell of her hips then back up to her breasts. Yes, childbirth had given her a few stretch marks, but thankfully that was all. She had kept herself in shape by maintaining a healthy and active lifestyle. She didn’t look half bad. She cupped her own breasts, feeling the weight of her B cups, wishing they were a wee bit perkier, and though he’d said they were perfect, she wondered if Max wished they were bigger.
Max startled her as he came out of the bathroom. She quickly dropped her hands to her sides and blushed. As she tried to make her way to the shower, Max halted her by wrapping his arm around her waist. He pulled her back in front of the mirror, one arm still around her middle, the other across her chest. He bent his head to kiss the top of her shoulder.
“Admiring yourself?” he teased, nibbling his way up her neck.
“No. Not really,” she fudged.
“It’s perfectly fine to look at yourself. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you,” she replied softly.
“Look up.”
Violet’s gaze went to the reflection in front of her. Completely naked, she was wrapped in the embrace of the man she loved. She looked into Max’s eyes, seeing his love and admiration. Passion and desire flared. His hand moved from her belly to the apex of her thighs. She tried to halt his movements by covering his hand with hers. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want him again. But standing in front of the mirror, watching themselves?
“Drop your hand.”
She hesitated at first then did as she was told. This trip was meant for moments like this after all. His upper hand began to massage her breast while his lower hand dipped between her legs. Her head sank back against his chest as she closed her eyes and sighed.
“Open your eyes,” he softly demanded. When she hesitated too long, he pinched her nipple. She gasped and her eyes flew open.
“That’s right, keep them open. Watch what I do to you.”
Max was dressed only in his swimming trunks. She felt his erection growing, pressing into her lower back. She reached around grabbing his backside, pulling him closer to her. His chest hairs tickled her back, and she loved the sensation.
She watched as he continued to fondle her breast while his other hand parted her thighs, making her widen her stance. He rubbed her clit, eliciting a moan from her. He licked her ear, sucked on her neck.
“You’re already so wet.”
“Yes.”
Her legs weakened as she trembled deep in her core. With each flick of his finger, a spark shot through her. She was close to coming, and she was watching it happen.
“Look how sexy you are. You’re going to come apart in my arms.”
“Oh, Max,” she moaned. He rubbed her hard. She bucked in his arms, grinding against him. She watched her skin become flush and slick—watched as his eyes never left hers in the reflection. Her hands dug into his ass as he sent her over the peak.
“Fuck, yeah,” Max said through clenched teeth, watching her twist and turn as she danced in his arms.
Violet fumbled with the tie on Max’s shorts, wanting them off him. She had to have him inside her. Once she got it undone, she tried yanking them down his body, all while still undulating in his arms. He removed his hand from her chest so that he could lower his shorts. Once he kicked them off, Max guided her toward the dresser.
“Keep your hands here,” he ordered as he placed her hands on the edge of the dresser, bending her at the waist.
She dropped her head, sighing, eagerly anticipating what was next. Her fingers tightened, her nails scratching the wood.
“Lift your head.”
Violet’s head popped up, her green eyes connecting with the gray of Max’s.
“Watch while I fuck you.”
And he plunged. Violet wasn’t ready for his thrust as her arms nearly buckled under her. But she quickly regained her balance, steadying herself, bracing for his next move.
He held her hip with one hand while he lovingly tortured her clit with the other, bringing the tension back up. Barely able to believe she was about to climax again, she welcomed every sensation as Max banged against her backside again and again. The force was delicious as she met him thrust for thrust.
Then, in a fevered pitch, they both shouted
