She knew what he wanted.
He positioned his tip at the entrance of her tight ass.
“Yes, Pete,” she moaned. “This is going to make me come again.”
Emma usually had the biggest orgasm when he took her this way.
“I know, babe,” he said. “That’s what I’m aiming for.” He gritted his teeth as he broke her seal. His cock was already drenched from being inside her, and it went in smoothly. He savored every single moment, the beginning was the best part. Emma began to move her hips in a slow circle, taking all the sensations and making them extreme. “Stop moving,” he groaned. “I want to be in there for more than five seconds before I come. You feel way too good.”
“I’m trying to control myself,” she panted. “But I can’t help it. This is so electric.”
His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the tips. She tossed her head back, her mane of hair flowing down her back. He was a breast man. He wished he could suck them right now, but the angle wasn’t right and being inside her tightness felt too good.
She began to move on top of him slowly, sliding up and down on his shaft. His jaw was set as he managed, “We’re going to come together.” He moved his index finger to her core. “I’m so close, I’m barely holding on.”
“Yes, together,” she agreed. “Touch me.”
His finger found her enflamed bud. He circled it three times before she let out a long gasp and her hips started to buck.
The tightness around his cock was incredible.
He came instantly, his body exploding as he arched up at the waist, his hands grasping Emma, locking her on his cock. He yelled, not caring who the fuck heard.
This was what heaven felt like.
“Goddamn,” he groaned as he poured every last drop into her. Before Emma could move, he wound his hand around her neck, leaning in to kiss her, long and hard.
When he broke the embrace, they were both gasping.
It was dark, but the moon was full. For the first time, Pete noticed that the resort had lit tiki torches on the beach. Pete braced his wife around the waist with both arms and sat up. He lifted her off the bed and eased out of her, carrying her directly down to the ocean. The water would feel wonderful.
“Where are we going?” Emma entwined her arms around his neck.
“For a swim. It’s a beautiful night.” He made it to the edge and waded in. “Ah, it’s the perfect temperature, and it’s so calm.”
“This is nice,” Emma said, as he walked out until the water was waist-deep then eased them both in.
They were hot and sweaty after their interlude, so it felt extra good.
Once the water was chest-high, he changed Emma’s position in his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist, which she did happily. She immediately lay back in the water, her hair fanning. She looked like a mermaid in the moonlight. “The salt is so buoyant. I don’t even have to do anything but lie here.” She moved her arms lazily in a circle. “Amazing.”
“What’s amazing is you. I could watch you all night long. Your breasts are like two perfect globes,” he said. “The view has never been better.”
Emma came up out of the water and hugged him, whispering in his ear, “We needed that. I’m so happy.”
“Yes, we did,” he said, holding her tight. “I had no idea we were missing that. When I saw you with Antonio, something inside me broke. I’ve been struggling with these feelings all day, not knowing what to do. The girls were giving me all this advice, but nothing felt right. Then when I thought he was kissing you, it was the last straw for me.”
“It’s going to take more than this to get us back on track, but I know this is where we need to be,” she said. “I just want to mean more to you than anyone else in the entire world. It’s not something I could’ve ordered you to do. You had to see it—and want it—for yourself. But I’m glad you did. You’re all I want.”
He bobbed down in the water, still holding on to her. “You’re all I want, too. I never meant to be pigheaded about this, but I didn’t get it. Like I said, these feelings are new to me. I did a lot of thinking on the way back from dinner. That’s why I was late. In the end, losing you is not an option. I will keep fighting for you, whatever it takes.”
“You were never going to lose me.” She assured him with a lingering kiss. “We were just stalled. I admit I enjoyed the attention Antonio poured on, even invited it, but only because it made me feel appreciated. I felt coveted, and women need to feel that sometimes. We need that reassurance—or at least I do. Knowing that I’m the one who turned you on that much a few moments ago, and that you can’t live without me, makes me feel happy.”
“If you ask me, Antonio appreciated you too much,” Pete growled. “But if he hadn’t, I might still be knocking my head against the wall trying to figure this out.”
They heard splashes behind them, and Pete turned them around.
Mallory and Charlotte were giggling as they half-swam, half-splashed over.
“I see you lovebirds are back on track,” Mallory said, stopping a few feet from them, then sinking back in the water, kicking out her feet and arms.
Both girls were totally naked, as usual.
“That was some hella good sex, boys and girls,” Charlotte said. “I applaud your gangster efforts.”
“Did you watch us the entire time?” Emma asked, her arms still around Pete’s neck.
“Nah,” Charlotte said. “It was too hard to see in the dark, but by the sounds of it, you got the goods more than a few times. You drove Cheri nearly out of her mind. Her boobs were heaving like I’ve never seen before. We had Frankie and Jay double-time her so she’d shut up already.”
“I have no idea why Antonio invites them,” Mallory said, shaking her head. “They are the epitome of low-class.”
“He’s amused by her extra-large breasts,” Charlotte answered, “and the fact she’ll do anything—and I mean anything—to get her fix. I’m saying a Dirty Sanchez is not out of the question for her.”
“Gross!” Mallory gasped. “Everyone has to draw a line somewhere. Mine is way before that. I do have some morals, even if they’re sometimes hard to find.”
“I don’t know what a Dirty Sanchez is,” Emma commented. “And from the sounds of it, I don’t think I want to know.”
“No, no, you don’t,” Mallory agreed. “It’s disgusting, and if I had to guess, totally made-up. I don’t know of one person in the entire world who would say okay to anything that has to do with shit during sex. And I mean actual shit. Even for all of Cheri’s bravado, I don’t think she’d do it.”
“Well, ladies,” Pete said, clearing his throat, “on that note, I’m going to take my beautiful wife home for the evening. We plan to stay holed up for a while, ordering room service and having great sex, so don’t be alarmed when you don’t see us. I’m sure we’ll resurface eventually.”
Pete swept Emma out of the water without looking back.
She held on to him, kicking out her feet and giggling as he carried her to their villa.
* * *
Emma stretched out in bed. She was relaxed and content. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. It’d been three days since they’d seen anyone else for more than a passing moment. They’d ordered all their meals in, and other than going out on the beach in front of their villa, or taking a few runs, they hadn’t ventured farther than their deck. Their pool had been amazing. Emma could float in there all day long, as it had shade from a few palm trees.
The past few days had been exactly what Emma had needed and hoped for on this trip. A full reconnection of body and soul. She felt rejuvenated.