“If someone still wants to see blood, they can come to me and I’ll show them their own!” Nevio shouted while the fire spread on the carpet.
With a howl the fire alarm began and a moment later water exploded from the sprinklers above our heads, extinguishing the fire and bathing us in cold water.
“I knew it,” I muttered.
Greta peered up at me with an embarrassed smile, her hair plastered to her face. Soon her dress became see-through. I removed my jacket and draped it over her shoulder.
“I knew it would never get boring with you.”
Greta laughed and together we watched as most guests began to rush out of the room. Nevio perched on the edge of the table and toasted us with the flask before he took a deep gulp. He looked as if he was still hungover from last night. As long as he didn’t cause more problems than this, I could deal with it.
All that mattered now was that Greta was my wife and that we’d be leaving for our honeymoon in Spain tomorrow.
I anchored our yacht near a bay that was supposed to be one of the most beautiful in Ibiza. We’d been cruising the Mediterranean for the last twenty-four hours. I headed toward the bow of the boat and watched people milling on the beach or splashing in the clear-blue ocean.
Many of them were stark-naked. This was Ibiza for you. I shook my head with a wry smile. Soft footfall sounded and my smile broadened.
“I can’t wait to take a dip,” Greta said. I was glad Remo had insisted she learned to swim after she jumped into the Hudson. I turned and froze. Greta was completely naked, every gorgeous inch of her. Rust colored nipples perky, and the triangle of soft curls on her mound teasing me.
“I thought you want to head to the beach?” I said, unable to tear my eyes from my gorgeous wife.
Greta nodded, her gaze moving past me to the coastline. “It’s a nude beach.”
Possessiveness roared its furious head. “You won’t walk around naked in front of anyone but me.”
Greta tilted her head in that pensive way of hers, her dark brows bridging and a smile playing around her heart-shaped mouth. “It’s just skin and body hair. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t change that I’m yours.”
I stalked toward her and grabbed her face between my hands before I planted a kiss on her mouth. “Mine. Only mine. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”
“Amo,” Greta began but I silenced her with another kiss before I lowered my head and snatched one nipple between my lips, sucking sharply then whispered. “Mine.”
I sank to my knees and left kisses on every inch of her belly then lower. “Mine.”
She leaned against the rail, holding onto my head, and her lips parted in a soft moan when my tongue dove between her folds to get my very first taste of the day. For a while, I teased her like that, only lightly fluttering over her sensitive nub, never giving her what she needed.
I pulled back and peered up at her lust-hooded eyes. “Ride my face.”
Her fingers around the rail tightened and she rose on her tiptoes, her leg muscles tightening before she lowered her pussy fully to my waiting mouth.
The softness of her pussy against my mouth made me groan. Greta moaned softly as I stroked her puffy lips before I parted them, wanting to get a deeper taste.
The moment her sweetness bloomed on my tongue my cock twitched and I groaned.
“Amo,” she whispered in awe as she always did when I worshipped her pussy, which I would do very often. I loved everything about eating her out, her taste, the softness of her folds, her moans, the flood of juices when she came.
“I love it when you do this. My entire body feels as if it might splinter into a million pieces from the sensations, but I’m not afraid, because I know you’ll hold me together.”
I would, until my last breath. My tongue moved faster and Greta was beginning to sway, almost as if she were in a trance. She released the rail, balancing on her tiptoes for a moment, almost suspended in the air before my hands shot up and our fingers interlinked. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back, trusting in me to hold her up as I gave her pleasure. She settled fully on my face allowing my lips to enclose her pussy fully and my tongue to fuck her deeply. She arched her back, her fingers tightening against mine and a cry tore from her body that I hadn’t thought possible from someone as frail looking. She rocked back and forth, and her lust dripped on my tongue. I licked it up eagerly until her rocking slowed and eventually stopped altogether. I kissed every inch of her pussy and inner thighs before I let her lean back against the rail. I shoved to my feet and pushed down my boxers, then kicked them away carelessly. I lifted Greta up on the railing and parted her legs with my hips. Greta gripped my shoulders, her gaze dipping to my cock which I stroked along her folds. I teased her for a while before I entered her with my tip. She held her breath like the first two times we’d had sex. She was still so incredibly tight that it took every ounce of control I possessed to cause her as little pain as possible, but she urged me on with her heels on my ass until I was buried all the way inside of her.