It was a beautiful night; the warm breeze blew off the ocean causing the flames on the tikka torches to flicker. The sunset had proved to be spectacular; giving them the perfect backdrop for their dinner on the beach. He had thought of everything for this evening, even a blanket on the sand; which they were making the most of right now. Sure the private home they were renting for the week was just twelve feet or so away; but how could you turn up the opportunity to have sex on a blanket located on a private beach in Jamaica? She certainly couldn't think of a reason why. Now she lay watching the slow waving of the palm trees as he ran his tongue slowly over her clit. He was slowly driving her insane; she wondered if you could die from foreplay, if you could he was working to make sure she did. Tasha moaned louder as Jon tugged lightly on her sensitive nub with his teeth. He continued his assault with two fingers that he slid into her wet slit. He curled his fingers upward and rubbed her g-spot slowly. She could feel him pushing her closer to the edge; she could feel the orgasm building, starting in her stomach and slowly heading towards her extremities. "Oh god Jon! I'm so close!" Tasha cried as her hips started to grind back against his fingers; greedily seeking more attention.
He looked up at the beautiful brunette under him; he honestly couldn't believe how lucky he was. She had agreed to start seeing him almost a year ago during the roughest patch of her life. Only 5 months after they started dating he had worked up the courage to ask her to marry him. To his surprise, she had said yes. It took them another 5 months to plan the wedding; but finally, two days ago, she had become his wife. Jon took a quick glance at the diamond ring sitting on her finger; it made him smile. He focused again on the job at hand; literally! Right now he wanted to see that expression of pure ecstasy she got when she had an orgasm. He loved that look on her; she glowed like she was an angel. Jon worked her spot with increasing pressure; he only stopped momentarily to tell her to cum for him before going back to lap at her clit. His hard work was rewarded when her tunnel spasm around his fingers and she cried out. Giving her a few more licks so he could enjoy the taste of her; he then withdrew his fingers and moved up her body, meeting her mouth for a passionate kiss. Positioning himself above her. "God Mrs. Good; you are so damn sexy!" He mumbled into her mouth as they kissed. Her lips turned up into a smile as he addressed her by her new title; he was pretty sure that reaction would never get old. Two days ago he had made the promises that he would do his very best to make that smile appear every day from that point on. He took those promises very seriously; while he had not had much experience on making relationships work, he knew she deserved him working hard every day to make her feel loved. Jon kissed his way down her neck to her breasts and licked each hard nipple. He moved in between her open legs and slid into her slowly.
They had come a long way from the first time they had attempted to make love. Tasha's boyfriend had broken up with her then in the ultimate act of brutality had beaten her badly and led gang rape. Jon had been aware of the beating; but Tasha had kept the rape a secret, until the night he had taken her out on a date. Things heated up and had wound up in his bedroom; but Tasha had post-traumatic stress disorder and as soon as Jon made a move to have sex, she freaked out. After that night; Tasha went to the cops and pressed charges. They had made it through her Ex's trial with the other's help and Jon continued to support her while she sought counseling. It had been a slow process; and Jon had proved time and time again that she could trust him. Now their sex life was amazing; he enjoyed that there were times she instigated sex. He was so use to women who waited for him to ask for it; or the past where he was with women who were only one night conquests. He was surprised that after her traumatic experience that she was willing to try new things, but her therapist had encouraged her to try and learn new things. The idea was to build positive experiences that she could equate with being with Jon. He also had learned several important things, like patience; there were times he had to remind himself to slow down and let her take the lead and for her he did.
Tasha was now meeting each of his thrusts with thrusts of her own. Every other thrust or so she would grind her hips at the end of it; something she had picked up from him. She loved to hear the groan he would produce when she did it, a groan that came from deep in his throat. She rolled them both over with him still buried deep inside her. Leaning forward on top of Jon allowed his cock to stroke her at a new angle; getting him deeper. While she smiled down at him and kissed his neck and chest; he reached up to rub her beautiful breasts. She couldn't help but giggle to herself; during his time on top, his hair had fallen into his eyes which she always thought made him look boyish. Scolding herself for thinking that way when they were in the middle of having sex; but there were times, like when he was asleep, she could almost picture what he must have looked like as a child. Only she knew that unlike now when he seemed truly happy; back then there had been a lot of sadness and struggle for him. It broke her heart when she thought about that, it made her even happier knowing that in part she was there for him as much as he was for her during her struggle. Her thoughts were interrupted when he decided to twist a nipple; causing her to suck in a sharp breath. "Oh good; you are still with me! I was starting to feel a little neglected down here." He chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest.
"Oh yes, you are so neglected by me. Two days as a married couple and I swear we've only come up for air to eat and regain enough energy for the next round. Not that I'm complaining mind you; I am looking forward to a very long, and happy life of fucking you senseless whenever possible!"
"I should hope you're not complaining sweetheart; since you're the nympho in this relationship!" Jon laughed again as the comment elicited yet another playful slap. "I mean; little old me just wants to enjoy the beach, the pretty water, those dolphins off in the distance, and here you come wearing next to nothing just shaking everything you have. How am I supposed to resist that?" Jon attempted what he thought was an innocent face; though it made Tasha burst into laughter.
"Jon Good; I am hardly a nympho. Are you having a flashback to one of your other women? As for resisting it – the point is that you won't be able to! What kind of wife would I be if I didn't perform my wifely duties?" Tasha grinned down at her husband. She could tell he was about to answer that question when she crushed her mouth onto his and kissed him deeply. All Jon could manage was a few mumbles and a moan. They started a faster pace with one another; sending each other to their climaxes. Tasha collapsed onto Jon's chest panting for air; while there had been no formal conversation about having children, both of them had not seen the need for protection now that they were married. As Tasha lay on top of Jon, she smiled listening to the sound of his heartbeat. She propped her chin on his chest and looked into his brilliant blue eyes. "I love you Jon Good!" She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and grinned.
"I love you to sweetheart!"