When the crowd was done and the questions had been fielded, Abby and I walked freely down towards the elevator. The captain escorted us back to our room and promised to get our marriage certificate faxed to my lawyer immediately, saying he would bring it back once he was done.
“Just slip it under the door,” I said. “We’ll get it when we get up.”
“Are the two of you going to make it for dinner? Or should I have the chef fix you something special?” he asked.
“That won’t be necessary,” Abby said. “We’ll find something when we’re ready.”
The captain bid us farewell as she closed the door behind us, then her sights were set on me. A darkness drifted over her gaze, erasing the innocence she had donned on the beach. She stepped towards me, her hands peeling the spaghetti straps off her shoulders before her dress piled to the floor. She was now wearing only a delicate, lacy yellow number that barely covered her up. My cock immediately began to grow against my pants.
“Well, Mrs. Murphy. That’s quite an outfit you had hiding underneath that dress,” I said.
Her hands fisted my shirt and brought my lips dangerously close to her own.
“I figured you would enjoy it,” she said.
Chapter 20
Abby
We fell back on to the bed as our lips collided. His hands slid down my skin, caressing my body as my legs threaded around his waist. Our tongues danced a sweet, desperate tango, and I could feel him rising against my pelvis.
One by one, our pieces of clothing slid from our bodies. Our tongues tasted each other’s skin and our lips nipped at each other’s necks. His breath was heavy on my breasts and my panting had become audible. His body slid down mine until he was perched between my legs and kneeling on the floor. I could feel his hands exploring me, parting my folds and slipping slowly into my entrance. I back arched into him just as his tongue came down onto my swollen nub, and I began seeing stars as he crooked his fingers within me.
“Colin. Oh, yes.”
I propped my heels up onto his shoulders and opened my body for him. His tongue was magic, raking electricity all along my nerves. I was rolling into his lips, trying to find more of what he could give me. His fingers stretched me as my arousal dripped down my crevices, leaking into orifices that had never been touched by a man before.
My toes curled into his shoulders as my back bowed dangerously tight. I shivered and shook as my climax blew through my body, leaving me breathless as stars burst in my vision. I was heaving for air as his tongue rode me through it, shivering my body and rendering my legs useless. I dropped back to the mattress as Colin gave me one last lick, then he rushed up my body and crashed his lips into mine.
I could taste myself on him as I rolled him over. I grabbed his cock and slid it into me, groaning as he stretched me further. His hands dug into me as he sat up, our chests flush with one another. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked deep into his eyes, watching as a broad smile pierced his passionate gaze.
“I love you so much, Mrs. Murphy.”
“And I love you, Mr. Murphy.”
We kissed as he picked me up from the bed. He carried me over to the glass and pinned me to it. His hands were beside my head as his hips began to roll, his cock throbbing deep within my body. It all felt so surreal. So genuine and true and romantic. My back was to the ocean and my face was to the man I loved. His lips traveled down my neck, fluttering my walls and filling my body with a blind heat. Fire started in my pelvis and spread throughout my body, threatening to pull me into its raging wildfire as Colin picked up his pace.
Time and time again, he thrust himself into my body. He grunted into my neck as I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin. I was helpless against his attack. Helpless against the thrusting that brought my body closer to his raging fire. I was losing myself in the smokiness of his eyes. The way his forehead connected with mine as our lips left feather-light touches on each other’s skin. His muscles flexed against me as his cock grew larger, and soon my head was thrown back into the glass as I called his name out into the room.
“Yes, Colin. Holy shit!”
My body sucked him in deep as I trembled with my second climax. I could feel my juices down my legs, soaking him in my scent. I leaned heavily against the glass as he pinned me there, caught between the coolness of the ocean breeze and the warm strength of his chest.
Then he put me down on my shaking legs and turned me around to look at the ocean.
I gazed out upon the crystal clear waters as his hands meandered down my body. My forehead fell onto the glass as his hand caressed my ass. He was kneading my cheeks, his eyes exploring me as his thumb dipped into my crack.
My body clenched instantly before his lips pressed against my neck.
“Are you okay?” Colin asked.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “Just wondering.”
He wiggled his thumb against my puckered hole, slicking himself in the arousal that had gotten trapped there.
“Wondering what?” he asked.
His thumb breached my hole and I hissed. My legs wanted to push him away, but
