The hem of my delicate lace dress is wet and sandy and has been lifted high around my waist. My limbs are spread apart, like the distance of far away continents, as I listen to the sounds of crashing waves behind me and passion from the man above me.
I am consummating my union to the man who has crossed off every attribute I could possibly want in a husband, protector, lover…father.
It is my wedding day.
It’s also officially New Year’s Day, but I became Mrs. Jason Jett Caraway by candlelight and under the stars on New Year’s Eve, at 11:30pm exactly.
Thirty minutes ago Jason and I stood on a floating gazebo on the beaches of Bali, Indonesia and promised before the officiator and God that we would love, honor and respect each other until death do us part.
Now we’re sealing our deal with a kiss…and a bit more.
We are surrounded by dozens of jumbo sized, colorful silk embroidered pillows and padded silk blankets are beneath us. There are sheer veils of fabric offering us some sliver of privacy around the gazebo but it doesn’t matter much.
The villa we are staying in for the week is only a few steps away from where we are, and there are no people around except for the few servers we can call on if we need anything.
It is truly paradise here.
Jason is on his hands and knees above me. His head is between my legs and his legs are on either side of my head. He has been teaching me all about the joys of the sixty-nine position, something that I’ve never tried before. It feels absolutely dirty and yet so very good.
“Raise your hips, Mrs. Caraway,” he mutters into my folds.
I lift my hips as high as they can go, considering my legs are spread from east to west, as he feasts some more on my pussy.
I gently hold the base of his dick and sac and allow and guide him slowly inside of my mouth. The deeper I take him down my throat, the more he moans into my core. The more he moans, the tighter my grip becomes and the deeper he thrusts inside of me.
It’s a slow dance between us of learning, exploring and pleasure and I savor every second of our lovemaking.
“I need to be inside of you,” he growls, pivoting himself around and picking me up off the blankets.
“Where are we going?” I ask in a lust-filled haze, ready for him to put me out of my orgasm craving misery.
“I’m going to take good care of you, baby. Hold onto the pillar.”
I wrap my arms tightly around one of the gazebo pillars as Jason stands behind me, raising my dress again, and then pulling my hips toward him.
“We’re going to be so fucking happy,” he says gruffly by my ear as he slides his fingers between my folds. “Fuck, you’re getting wetter by the minute.”
“I want you,” I pant.
“That’s good considering you have me for the rest of your life.”
Without warning Jason plunges his thick member up and inside of me. My walls instinctively clench around the delicious intrusion and then slicken more with need. It’s the first time that we’ve made love without a condom and it feels absolutely incredible.
“Jason,” I pant as he continues to pound at me with focused force. “Shit.”
“I know, baby. You’re so tight. So wet. This is exactly where we belong…together.”
He pulls out and I almost whimper from the sudden loss. Jason turns me around and lifts me up and I instantly wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I want to watch you fall apart when you come for me, Adrienne.”
I nod anxiously in agreement. “Okay.”
He literally holds my entire ass in his powerful arms as he enters me again. My total body shakes from tip to toe with each punishing stroke inside me.
“There’s nobody here, beautiful. You can be as loud as you want to be and we can do whatever you want to try. This is just us.”
The orgasm coils inside of me with a raw, angry need and I climax with loud, wild abandonment as my breasts jiggle and my head sways back and forth.
“I feel that sweet pussy shaking for me.”
His climax follows quickly behind mine as we both tumble back to the blankets and into each other’s embrace.
He pulls me on top of him and slides his tongue inside of my mouth and kissing me until I break away breathless.
“I love you.”
“I love you more, baby.”
I slide off to one side with my leg propped onto his body and my arm on top of his massive chest.
“I could stay here forever.”
His eyes close for a moment from exhaustion. We have been up all day touring the resort, eating a sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner and then preparing for our wedding ceremony, but unfortunately for him sex makes me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
I draw circles on his chest with my finger. “Jason?”
“There’s one more requirement on my perfect man list.”
“One more thing.”
“And I don’t have it?”
His head pops up.
“What is it?”
“My perfect man is a father.”
A crooked smile appears on his face.
“Yep, so just to make sure that you meet my high standards, I think you need to keep working at it or else I may have to find another candidate.”
“I think it’s too late for that. I’m the perfect and only fucking candidate there ever will be from this moment on.”
“How can I assure my spot is secure then, Adrienne?”
“We need to try it again and this time–“
“In the water.”
He immediately sits up and chuckles.
“All you had to say was that you want me to fuck you in the water.”
Jason takes me by surprise and sweeps me up his arms, runs to the edge of the gazebo, and tosses me in.
“Let’s to get to work on that list.”
“You ruined my dress!”
“Oh, damn,” he chuckles. “I forgot to tell you to strip.”
He finishes undressing and hops into the water beside me.
“Let me help you that.”
“Jason, this dress was a fortune.”
“You’ll never wear it again.”
He works at record speed unfastening the hook and eye closure at the top and then unzipping me out of dress as I hold onto one of the underwater stilts. Then he balls my beautiful dress up and tosses it back up on the gazebo.
“I was saving that for our daughter.”
“You mean the daughter we’re about to make right now?”
He grabs me by my ass and pulls me toward him.
I’ve got to admit, I love it when my new husband manhandles me.
“Hold on tight,” he demands, staring at me lovingly in the eyes.
“You’re impossible,” I jest.
“I think the word you’re looking for is amazing.”
I stare adoringly in Jason’s eyes and cradle the side of my face with my hand as I hold onto his neck with the other.
“You make me intensely happy.”
“And I plan to keep it that way.”
He kisses me softly on the lips then I respond with what is usually one of his typical this or that questions.
“Forever or Always?”
“Until the twelfth of fucking never.”
And then…we did our best all night to make Jason Jett Caraway a father.
Funny thing is…my husband is an overachiever on the field and in the bedroom. Nine months later, in the very hospital I work in, I gave birth to fraternal twins Jackson and Jasmine.
“Thank you, Adrienne. You’ve given me the most precious gift I could ever have dared to dream of. I know my mom is somewhere above looking out for us, happy for us.”
I gaze at him with emotional eyes as he holds both of our children like little footballs in each of his arms.
“She loved you,” I murmur as my eyes grow heavy with sleep, exhausted from just giving birth to two human beings.
I tell him that because he needs to hear it. I also tell him that because I believe it with every fiber of my being. His mother loved him the way I love the babies I just gave birth to. The way I love him.
And I will pick up where she left off.
Loving Jason Jett Caraway until forever, and always, and until the twelfth of never.