Chapter 9: Summertime Joys and Woes
Waking up in the early morning sun, arms wrapped around Rene, I couldn’t imagine anything better. Birds began to sing, echoing in their song what I felt. Curled up against me, her back pressed against my chest, and hair carefully draped over her neck, she looked positively peaceful. In the night, the quilt had been kicked aside, leaving us both fully exposed in the spooned position. With one arm tucked under her head, the other on holding my hand on her stomach, I noticed in the light the sparkle of the diamond in her ring.
I’d liked to have let her sleep, but we had to get up to get ready before we could leave. I wormed my hand free of hers and lifted her hair away to expose her neck. Sensing me, she began to stir from her rest, pressing further in me. Already pressed against her firm ass, she aroused my tired cock from its sleep. Not seeing any further sign of her waking, my mouth latched onto her tender neck, sucking as I pulled away. A smile appeared on her lips as she arched her neck towards me, purring in delight from the attention. Something said she was awake now, but I decided to continue, nuzzling on her silky skin. The prolonged sensation while I moved my tongue, laving over her skin, down to her shoulder, caused a reaction as she reached behind me and pulled my ass, pushing my cock into the crack of her cheeks.
She pulled her hips away a moment, moving my hard member between her legs, cooing as it rubbed against her already eager and wet lips. “Oh, sweetheart, what a nice way to be awoken.”
My arms drew her as close as possible. “But I didn’t wake you for that, though it would be nice. Remember, we still have the plane to catch.”
“Right,” she relented in a reluctant tone. “Do we really have to? Can’t we get a flight tomorrow or something?”
Before I could answer, I laid a soft kiss on the back of her neck. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can spend every moment with only each other, baby.” Cooing in response, wiggling her butt against me, she smiled softly. “But, if it’s not too late, we can have a little fun.”
Enthusiasm took over her as she grabbed my wrist, looking at the time. “It’s a little before seven now. Think we’d have enough time?” The times ran through her head quickly. “We have a half hour if we start right now, maybe longer if we wait until we get to the airport to eat anything.”
Guessing at the times, I nodded, all the incentive she needed to jump on me. Before I could stop her, she’d impaled herself, already stroking. Instead of getting faster, she maintained a slow rhythm as she fell on my chest, her gorgeous breasts mashed against me. While our tongues explored each other in furious abandon, she began to speed her strokes, finding soon my hips meeting her. Firmly entrenched in that morning kiss, her orgasm flooding over her.
For the first time, I actually heard her growl, a low, almost dangerous sound. It caught me off guard at first, but the desire in her blue eyes just made me smile as she released from the kiss. Sitting up, she started to ride with abandon, flying up and down. One hand ran down her neck and chest, pausing a moment to squeeze her breast into her, then continuing downwards to her smooth mound. The other stroked her cheek as she moaned loudly, bouncing wildly about. For my part, I just watched in amazement at the woman riding me like a bucking bronco, holding onto her hips to steady her.
Another orgasm hit, sending a gush of warm cum over my cock. Despite the enticement to release, I held back with effort, wanting her to really cum hard. As she cried out, “I love you, Rick! Oh, God! Oh, baby! Oh! OH YES!” a grin grew on my lips.
Amazingly, she didn’t get enough, only moving faster and coming down harder. Lost in the moment, she missed it as I helped her out, practically slamming her down on me now. Before long, she came again, cum trickling from her cunt down my shaft. Screams of pleasure echoed across the empty field, and still she continued. Even as my own orgasmic burst began to rise, her body indicated the impending fourth orgasm. She bent down while still pounding me hard, kissing me softly a moment before her hands clenched my shoulders firmly just as my grip tightened on her hips. As one, we came, mixing our love juices together with cries lovingly laced, in the volume we screamed them at, affirmations of our love.
The time we spent lying there, cuddled up against each other in exhaustion and looking at the world in a new light, once more felt this was meant to happen. No words went between us, and I looked back on our lives for the first time then, at all the strange and wonderful little things to happen to us. I wondered if maybe our parents’ attempts to separate us might have been the catalyst to actually bring us this close. Either way, I’d found my soulmate and didn’t intend to loosen my grip on her.
When we’d gotten energized enough, we ran back into the house, stopping here and there to hug and kiss the way newlyweds often do. Something about being married, I realized, about it being perfectly okay in the eyes of the law and God, it made couples feel suddenly free to show their love for one another. The same was true for us, and nothing would stop us from expressing that love.
It was decided we’d shower together to “hurry” things along, but it really just turned into a quickie in the shower, as we made love with her against the walls. Once cleaned and out, I ran out to the car to clean it out while she called for a cab. We packed and waited together, making out on the couch until a honk alerted us to the yellow cab coming up the driveway. With everything prepared, we ran outside, bags in hand. Most of our clothing consisted of light, easily removed items, though a fair bit of Rene’s bags were filled with lingerie, not that it would see much use.
The trip to the airport took too long for us, and only when we offered up to the cabbie our blessed marital state did he understand, smiling and winking at us both. He offered us congratulations and wishes for a “good” honeymoon before we left him at the curb. Checking in, we’d quickly realized we needed food and still had plenty of time. At the terminal lounge, we ate and talked, unable to keep our hands off the other. People walking past to catch flights or pick up incoming passengers would look at us and smile, seeing only a happy newlywed couple.
On the flight, sitting side by side, our hands roamed a little more freely while we offered up little kisses, and not confined strictly to lips either. Even the long flight didn’t dim our feelings and passions, but without attracting more attention, the kisses and touching alone had to suffice. By the time the plane landed, I could even see from the way her hips danced in the seat she needed satisfaction soon. No better off than my wife, the shorts I wore bulged incessantly from her constant attentions, leaving me to awkwardly walk in the aisle when the time came to get off the plane.
A week later, fully satisfied and yet oddly unfulfilled, we boarded the plane headed home. Over the week, never did we leave each other, joyfully holding hands and fondling a lot the few hours a day we would leave the room. Despite our constant love making, it came time to return back home, which meant behaving ourselves. Though we managed, it wasn’t easy for us to finally be so free to be affectionate and yet restrain ourselves still in some ways, the very ways we most wanted each other. On the plane, through the terminal, all the way home, nothing more than kissing, hands, and words passed between us until at last we’d reached the safety of our home.
