I move my head to one side, allowing Keon better access to my neck. Standing behind me, his warm chest is pressed to my back. His large hands are on my hips, holding me against him. His soft lips kiss and suck my neck until I’m shivering with pleasure.
“Stop,” I mumble. “I’d like to actually leave the hotel room today.”
He chuckles against my neck and stops his teasing.
“My apologies, love, but you’re just so irresistible,” he rasps.
That sexy, gruff voice of his sends my heart haywire. We’re on the balcony, facing the breath-taking scenery of the Greek island we’re staying on.
We arrived two days ago, and we’ve barely left our hotel room. Two years on and we still can’t keep our hands off each other. Keon turns me around, so that I’m facing him. We’re both naked in our room. He reaches for my left hand and lifts it to his lips. He looks me in the eyes as he kisses my knuckles.
“You look beautiful, wife,” he murmurs and then presses a kiss to our wedding band on my finger.
I grin at him, my gorgeous husband. I grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. It quickly turns heated. He pushes me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head with one hand. With the other, he caresses my breast and pinches my nipple.
I moan into his mouth and rub my body against him wantonly. He does this to me, drives me crazy with desire. I’ve had him so many times, but it seems I can’t get enough, I’m never sated. His dick is hard and ready against my stomach. I grind against it, wanting nothing more than him inside me.
Keon grabs my waist and practically throws me onto the bed. I bounce as I land on the mattress and suddenly he is hovering me. He lies between my legs, our bodies pressed together.
He kisses me again, capturing my lips with his. My hands dig into his soft hair, tugging until he groans into my mouth. He continues teases my nipples with his hands, pulling and twisting them.
He breaks the kiss and looks deep into my eyes. “Babygirl...what would you think about not taking your pill anymore?”
I frown at him, completely blindsided by his question. “What?”
He looks nervous, but he smiles at me. “What if, you stopped taking your birth control?”
I cotton on to what he’s suggesting, and my eyes widen. “Y-you want to try for a baby?”
“Yes, love,” he says softly. “But only when you’re ready. I’m happy to wait for the right time for us.”
My mind races with possibilities. We’ve always said we want kids together. I’m twenty-four now, he’s thirty-four. I thought I’d have kids at twenty-six/seven. I guess a few years earlier isn’t a big deal, I just never dreamed that I would have met the right guy so young.
We’re financially stable, there’s no problems standing in the way of us having children. We’ve had two years alone together; wouldn’t a baby be the best thing for us?
I know my mind is already made up. If he’d asked me a year ago, I probably would have still been up for it. But now, I know that we’re ready for the next step.
I bite my lip and nod. “Okay then, I’ll stop taking it.”
Keon’s face lights up with surprise and excitement. “Really? You’re sure? Because we can talk about this some more, I didn’t mean to spring it on you like this...”
“No, I love it. Come on, let’s make a baby,” I reply, and Keon laughs at me.
His lips come down on mine again and we kiss each other with equal fervour. He breaks the kiss to lick and suck his way down my jaw, to my neck. He gives me love bites on the junction where my neck meets my shoulder.
He kisses down further, to my breasts. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth whilst pinching the other. I moan and arch my back, pushing them into his face.
Once he has sufficiently teased my breasts, he moves down my body. He kisses over my stomach, my navel, down to my pussy. He blows on it, making me shiver in delight.
“You like that, baby?” He asks teasingly and trails a finger down my slit, parting my lower lips.
He sinks one finger inside of me and I moan in response. “Yes,” I cry out.
“Do you want more?” He finishes his question with a flick of his tongue over my clit.
“Yes! Please,” I gasp.
He retracts his finger from inside me, leaving me feeling empty. I whimper at the loss.
“Please, what?” He prompts.
“Please Daddy,” I moan, and I’m rewarded with two fingers being pushed inside me.
“That’s my girl,” he praises me and then closes his lips over my clit.
He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit. He knows the exact pressure and position that drives me crazy. I will never understand how he managed to know my body better than I do, but I’m not complaining.
I grip the sheets in my hands and my thighs tremble under his hand. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, building an orgasm that I can already tell, will be earth-shattering.
I gasp, struggling to catch my breath when my orgasm crashes into me. Waves of pleasure roll through my body. My eyes close, my back arches and my whole body shakes. I cry out Keon’s name and he rides me through it, not stopping his tongue or his fingers.
As always, my husband knows my body. Just as I come down from the high, he starts flicking my clit again, coaxing that second orgasm from me. It’s shorter, but just as powerful as the first.
Whilst I’m recovering and catching my breath, Keon moves over me. I make a sound of protest at the back of my throat, wanting to please him.
He pushes my hands away.
“You can later babygirl, for now, I need to fuck you,” he says, his voice guttural with desire.
He spreads my thighs further and lines his dick up with my pussy. He rubs up and down my slit, getting his dick nice and wet. I place my hands on his shoulders and we both watch as he slowly sinks inside of me.
You’d think after two years of sex, I’d be used to his size. It still leaves me breathless. He pushes fully into me and we both moan. He pulls back out, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in.
“I will never get tired of this,” he mumbles and leans down to kiss my neck.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me.
“Me neither,” I whisper, moaning at the end when he suddenly picks up the pace.
He begins pounding into me, supporting his weight with his hands on the bed on either side of my face. I pull my knees up, allowing him to go deeper. His grunts turn me on, and I clench around his cock. He pistons his hips back and forth, repeatedly spearing me with his cock.
It’s too much for my sensitive pussy, I cum apart in minutes. My pussy clamps down on his dick and spasms around it. I moan his name and throw my head back. My nails dig into his back, and he grunts loudly.
“Fuck, Enna,” he bites out. “I’m going to cum baby.”
I keep my pussy clenching and tighten my thighs around his waist. “Cum for me, Daddy,” I say breathily, knowing that nickname is his weakness.
He roars my name and his thrusts become sloppily. He pounds into me the last few times, releasing himself inside me. He lowers himself down, so that we can hold each other. Our sweaty bodies stick together, but I don’t care.
“You’re amazing,” he says and kisses my shoulder.
“I love you,” I reply.
“I love you, more.” His lips find mine again.
It’s weird to think I could get pregnant on this holiday. I’m excited.
Keon pulls out and grins down at me. “So, wanna try again?”