Back with more Jasha love! I promised a honeymoon one-shot, but I was writing so much that I had to make it a two-shot! I know how much you've missed them, thanks to your PMs, so I promised myself I won't fail y'all. So here it is.
For brand new readers, I STRONGLY advise that you read 'Into The Deep End' first to get what Jasha is all about. Thank you! :D
Hope you enjoy!
Standing on the deck of their gloriously beautiful bungalow, Sasha smiled in amusement at the brightly-colored fish swimming about in the clear blue water below. Holding her camera up, she took about half a dozen photos, rotating the lens as she snapped a few more shots of the area surrounding their living quarters. The bungalow stood over the lagoon in a secluded part of the island, with a boardwalk that led to the shore. The space was large, with a bedroom, a common area which had plenty of color; oranges, yellows and reds. The floors were dark wood and the furnishings were plush, inviting and cozy. The master bed was king-sized with soft white sheets and pillows. Outside the hut, a Jacuzzi tub sat a few feet away from two wicker lounge chairs, where she and Joe sunned, shared many a smooch, and just lazed around in general. A staircase spiraled into the water for canoeing and in the couple's case, skinny-dipping. In place of doors were beautiful floaty curtains to pull for privacy. The wraparound terrace where she currently stood gave away stunning open views of the ocean from every angle. There weren't many places she'd been to that was as beautiful as this and she was just soaking it all in.
Meanwhile, inside the apartment, Joe was soaking in the sight of his new wife. Lying in their bed with his head propped up on his arm, he took advantage of the clear view he had of her from across the room. He could stare at her all day long. Seeing her standing there, staring out at the world kindled a warm sensation in his belly. It was probably the way her back arched as she leaned on the railing, her shapely butt looking appetizing in that black see-through sarong dress. Her hair was up, exposing the tattoo of his nickname on her left shoulder blade, and he remembered how he'd pressed his lips against it the night before. His gaze cut to the raffia chair in the corner, shifted slightly from its usual spot, and his dick started to throb as he recalled the events of last night; Sasha bent over the chair, her body folded nearly in two as he fucked her from behind; her loud, wanton moaning, egging him on to fuck her harder; the electricity that swept his body as he shot his load all over her ass...Scraps of lacy white material lay crumpled at the foot of the chair; the remnants of the sexy lingerie she'd modeled for him right before he tore it off of her. Fuck. She looked like a goddess last night, just like she did right this moment...just like she always did. Thinking about it got him aching again, his hands itching to caress her caramel skin once again.
So, sliding out of the bed, he grabbed a pair of shorts off the ground and slipped into them, his feet padding softly along the wooden floor as he approached her. Stepping outside, he wrapped his muscular arms around her from behind and brushed his lips over her neck. He smiled when she relaxed against him and reached up to caress his hair. "Morning, hubby," she said.
"Morning, wifey. You sleep good?"
"Very good. But I woulda slept better if you didn't keep stealing the covers," she joked, turning in his arms to face him, not surprised when her breath caught. He was shirtless, showing off his expansive tattoo, and his shorts hung off his hips in a very sexy way, displaying the ridges that formed a V which disappeared into the shorts. He'd caught some sun while they were in Hawaii, bronzing his tanned skin some more. Her mouth always went dry every time she looked at him. It was still hard to believe that this breathtaking, beautiful, sexy Adonis of a man that she'd only read about in romance novels, was her husband. She had to pinch herself sometimes and was always elated to find that it was all real, that her fantasy was now reality.
Grinning mischievously, she raised the camera and took a photo of him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his shy smile only prompting her to take another.
"Just admiring my sexy husband," she said, the camera snapping over and over. "I love taking your picture."
"I've noticed," he jibed. "All you've done in the four days we've been here is point that thing at me. You're like them paparazzi stalker types."
"I resent that," Sasha replied, laughing when he snatched the camera out of her hands. "Hey! I'm on the wrong side of that lens."
"Turnabout is fair play, nani. Smile for the camera babe." He waited for her to lean back against the railing, and smiled when she posed playfully for him, sticking her hip out and planting her hand on her sarong-covered waist. She played her part very well, as did he, taking photo after photo of his stunning subject, the vast island behind her making the perfect backdrop.
"We gotta come here more often," he muttered.
"Why?" Sasha turned the side where her tattoo was towards Joe. She rested her hand on her neck and gave him her best smoldering expression.
"Nice, babe." Joe continued to snap away, his grey eyes shining with humor and lust. "You're really good at this, ya know."
"Thanks. Tyra and Top Model taught me a thing or two. Why do we gotta come here more often?"
He tilted the camera at an angle. "So you can keep posing for me like this and walking around wearing next to nothing."
Sasha smirked as a thought came to her head. She reached behind her and untied the knot behind her neck, tugging the sarong off and letting it fall to the floor of the deck. "Like this?"
Her grin widened as she heard his breathing change. He lowered the camera, and his eyes were dark and dilated as he drank her in. "Thought you said no nudes ever," he rasped.
"I think I'm allowed to change my mind."
"I'm glad you have." He stepped backwards and raised the camera back up. "I love seeing you naked, baby. Your body is so beautiful."
Sasha loved how much her man enjoyed her body. It was the most amazing confidence booster. In her opinion, she was the best she'd ever looked thanks to her pre-nuptial weight loss program, and judging from how he couldn't keep his hands off her, more so these days than before, he agreed. Refocusing on their impromptu photoshoot, she leaned back, one foot in front of the other, her hands stretched out to her sides resting on the railing. In another pose, she turned her back and cast a sultry gaze at him over her shoulder, knowing he'd love the shot of her naked ass. She could hear her camera snapping away as he pressed the shutter about half a dozen times.
"There. All done," Joe announced after a few minutes, putting the lens cap back on the camera before giving it back to her. He had to hold back a groan when her ass wiggled as she bent down to pick up her sarong. He helped her wrap the sarong back around her body, and when he was done, he gently pulled her back against him, both looking out into the ocean. "What are we doing today?" he asked.
"I dunno. Breakfast in a few minutes, maybe catch some sun afterwards, then lunch later," she suggested.
"Mm-hmm." He kissed her shoulder, sliding his palms along her arms resting on the railing.
She nuzzled her cheek against his own. "Can we do the luau dinner thing again? I really enjoyed the first one."
"Mm-hmm."
Sasha giggled as he placed feather-soft kisses on the side of her neck. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Mm-hmm." He continued to move his skilled, soft lips, smiling as he felt her body slacken against him. He kept at it, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her stomach with his fingertips at the same time. "We can go for another luau when you like. Maybe after wakeboarding tomorrow."
Sasha groaned, though not from pleasure this time, and faced him. "You really still wanna do that?"
"Yes. It's the part of our trip I've been looking forward to the most."
Raising an eyebrow, Sasha crossed her arms. "Really? Not spending time with your new wife?" she challenged.
He broke into a sheepish grin. "That too."
"Nice save, slick. But wakeboarding's dangerous though."
"Every physical activity has an element of danger to it. But we're getting an instructor, one of the best, so he can help you out and stuff." He frowned as she cut her gaze to the side, clearly still unconvinced. "Don't pout, Sasha. We're doing it. It'll be fun. Stop letting your fears hold you back. You're stronger than that."
Resigned to her defeat, she shrugged. "I guess so. After all, my fears didn't stop me from fuckin' you on those slippery-ass rocks two days ago."
His eyes glazed instantly, and a growl rumbled from his throat at the memory. "Oh god, you have no idea how awesome that was," he said, a big boyish grin on his face. "Shit...you riding me like that behind the waterfall? Almost getting caught by those hikers? That had to be the hottest damn thing we've ever done. And we've done a lot of hot things together."
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and ran her hands over his taut belly. "You liked that, huh? Admit it, it was just another chance for you to get me in the water."
Chuckling, Joe wrapped one arm around her waist. "You should know by now, baby girl...getting you wet is my favorite pastime," he growled, and his penetrating stare shot tremors down Sasha's spine. She sighed as he cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, lightly at first, then harder, leaning into her. Sasha pressed her body closer to his and ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"So tell me...what scandalous outfit are you planning to torment me with tonight?" he released her lips long enough to ask. It was as if being in a tropical location instantly granted her the license to wear the skimpiest clothes and bikinis, and she'd brazenly exploited it over the last few days, to both his chagrin and delight.
Sasha made a face. "They're hardly scandalous. Provocative, maybe."
"Oh yeah? I guess you haven't noticed me practically drooling every evening, or noticed me trying to control myself when we go out, only to end up failing by the end of the night cuz I'm pawing at you like a dog in heat." Their second night here was when it all started. Sasha had donned a tight, flesh-colored halter dress with an exposed back and an indecent neckline that she kept rubbing up on him every chance she got. He barely remembered the evening itself, only the part where he'd furiously fucked her into the mattress upon returning to the bungalow. The other night, her tiny snakeskin mini dress with the eye-watering cleavage had made him so horny that waiting to get home was not an option. So he dragged her into a darkened alleyway, and he pinned her to the wall, shoved her panties to the side and was pounding into her in a matter of seconds, mere feet away from the bright lights and hustle and bustle of the Hawaiian nightlife. Not the most comfortable of places to have sex, but listening to her moans in the open air had been so worth it. He was curious as to what outfit she had in store for him today, and how long he would last before he ripped it off of her.
"Well, I can't really take the blame for that," Sasha defended.
"Yes you can," he countered. "Because you know exactly what you're doing, tease."
"Tsk-tsk with the name calling. Say what you want, but you'll just have to wait till tonight to see my dress."
More mental images of the erotic kind flitted through his brain, and the anticipation drew another groan out of his lips. "I really can't convince you to show me right now?"
She raised her hand to inspect her fingernails. "You can try." Her voice was nonchalant, but the smirk tugging the corner of her lips exposed the intended challenge.
Luckily for both of them, Joe Anoa'i never backed down from one. "Oh, I will. But first, this needs to go. Again." His hand curled around the back of her neck to undo the sarong, and she giggled as he promptly tossed the garment over his shoulder. Yanking her towards him, he kissed her again, nibbling her bottom lip with his teeth, and kept backing off each time Sasha tried to deepen the kiss.
"Who's teasing now?" she taunted.
He let her run her fingers through his hair, enjoying the way their naked bodies felt, meshed together in the warmth of the Pacific. "Now, let me remind you of how convincing I can be." He picked her up and retreated back into the bungalow.
"Breakfast will arrive soon," Sasha reminded him, heat pooling between her thighs when he licked those thick sexy lips of his and stared at her with a seductive gleam in his eye. He carried her over to the raffia chair and settled her down in it, and her pussy immediately began throbbing as she recalled how he had his way with her on this very chair last night.
Kneeling down in front of her, Joe took her legs and spread them wide. "I don't know about you baby girl, but I'm having mine right now."
Dinner was particularly fantastic tonight. Joe was sweeping Sasha off her feet and she couldn't stop swooning. He opened doors for her and pulled out her chair for her to sit in. She loved listening to him speak Hawaiian to the waiters, loved how he topped up her wine glass when it emptied, how he fed her his last remaining piece of fish. She loved the way he made her laugh with his usual dry humor, the gracious manner with which he attended to the little boy who sheepishly came up to their table for a picture; little things that reminded her why she was so captivated by him.
After dinner they headed down to the beach. The air temperature had dropped as evening took over, but not by much, though the sea breeze was a welcome relief from the tropic heat. They walked hand in hand, and the stroll brought back yet another erotic memory from a few evenings ago, during a private picnic together on this very surface, the highlight of which was Sasha casually straddling Joe's hips, leisurely riding his dick while she sipped on her Mojito. He enjoyed that very much. She was determined that they both enjoyed their honeymoon, enjoyed every day they got to spend on this beautiful island. Especially when she knew there was only a few days left before they headed back home and he had to leave for work right after.
Sasha released Joe's hand and drifted ahead of him, and the Samoan seized the opportunity to admire his wife's mouthwatering curves, wrapped tightly in a blood-red bandage dress, the front swirling with lace embroidery and mesh and glimpses of side boob, the plunging back only held together by two thin red straps crossing her back in an X.
She really was a goddess. It was unreal how beautiful and sexy she was. For the umpteenth consecutive night, he congratulated himself for keeping it together during dinner. He watched her crouch down and dip her finger in the wet sand, writing something that he couldn't see, and noticed the tide creeping in closer. "Baby, come here," he called out.
Standing back up, Sasha brushed a hand over her ponytail. "Are you summoning me, Mr. Reigns?"
Smiling, Joe shook his head. "Never, Mrs. Reigns," he assured her. "The tide's getting higher. And I don't like you being away from me for too long."
Sasha sauntered back over to him, her heels dangling from her other hand and a twinkle in her eye. "Mm, my clingy husband. Come check out what I wrote in the sand." Taking his hand, she pulled him over to the spot where she'd been moments ago. She'd drawn a heart in between the letters S and J. Sasha chewed shyly on her lip as she gauged his reaction. "Well? Do you like?"
Joe peered closely at the muddy sand. "S loves J? Who's that? Sarah and Jeff?"
"What? Sarah and..." Confused for a second, she trailed off, huffing at his cheeky grin. "You're such a punk!" She took a playful swing at him, and Joe swiftly grabbed her outstretched arm and tugged her against his hard body, capturing her lips with his in a sweet kiss. "I love you too, baby girl," he murmured.
Holding onto the hand caressing her face, Sasha let her thumb skim over his inner wrist, where an infinity symbol was etched. It matched the one on her right inner wrist, and whenever they held hands, the tattoos aligned into one. They'd gotten them together on their first day, and it was another experience with her husband that she would cherish forever.
Reluctantly parting their lips, Joe brought out his phone to take a picture of the inscription in the sand. He then drew Sasha's arm around his waist, his own wrapping around her shoulders as they resumed their slow walk down the beach. The sun had descended a little lower, casting an orange glow over the white sands stretched out before them.
"Time's flying, babe," Sasha spoke, breaking the amicable silence between them, "We've been married five days already."
Joe blew out a breath. "I know, right? It's crazy. It feels like yesterday you were blowin' up my phone with color scheme ideas."
"I needed your opinion."
"You know I've never been the best with planning and stuff. I woulda been perfectly fine just trying out tuxedos."
"Course you would've," Sasha smirked. "And you're not that bad at planning. The proposal was all you, remember? And so was this."
"I have my good points."
"You do," she agreed with a smile.
"Care to give a few more examples? You know, feed my ego a little," he winked.
Laughing, Sasha decided to humor him. "Well, you're smooth as silk, you're the consummate gentleman which I absolutely adore...You're spontaneous and unpredictable, in a good way. And you're great with kids. You make them feel so comfortable. And they love you right back. Like that little boy tonight. The way his eyes lit up when you talked with him; they're all the same way. It's so awesome to see every time."
"I think I have a lot more fun interacting with kids than adults. Kayfabe's very much alive with them."
Sasha smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. "Yeah. I'm sure you'll be a pro by the time we're ready to add to our family."
By now the two had slowed down, and she looked up at him, catching the glazed look in his eyes. "Joe?"
Her voice snapped him back into focus. "Sorry. I kinda zoned out for a sec."
"Did I say something wrong?" Her tone was jovial, but the hurt lurking in her eyes was distinctive.
"Not at all, nani." He exhaled slowly, giving her shoulder a squeeze. Not long ago, marriage and fatherhood were nothing more than pipe dreams for him, having elected to sacrifice both for his career. Now, one pipe dream had come to fruition and the other was within touching distance. Another huge step awaited him. Becoming a father. Bringing a child into the world. Having this little, tiny person become dependent on him for everything for much of the foreseeable future. So much responsibility, so many ways he could screw it up because he would never be around for the child.
"You're scared," Sasha realized, her eyes seemingly boring right into his soul. It was more of a calm statement than an accusation, but she was right. And it was overwhelming.
"Fatherhood was always a huge deal for me," he disclosed. "I guess it's only just sinking in that I've got the chance to do it right this time. I don't wanna screw it up for anything." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I know, I'm being paranoid..."
Sasha cupped the side of his neck, brushing her thumb over his cheek. "You're not being paranoid. It's okay to be scared. I was scared both times when I had Ty and Mia. I'm scared now, because this pregnancy, when it comes, is gonna be tough, physically and mentally. I'm scared because you'll be away from me." Swallowing, she glanced down at the ground, her bare feet digging into the sand. "I've never had a partner to support me with either of my children. And now that I actually have a husband, he can't be with me because of his work. It...sucks, I guess. But there's nothing I can do about it." At the time of the couple's engagement, Joe's stock in the WWE had increased exponentially, making him high in demand all over the world. He barely came home these days, and both of them were having to work twice as hard to keep their three-year-long relationship going. It was a daunting situation to look forward to; being home alone in that massive house they were about to move into, pregnant and hormonal, while he was gone for some tour or the other, with nothing more than a phone call or a text message or a bit of FaceTime to ease the pang of loneliness.
Joe was feeling the exact same sentiments. "It does suck, nani," he conceded, "There's so much I might miss and it kills me every time I think about it. Going for appointments and classes with you. Taking care of you, watching our baby grow inside you. And let me not get started with after the baby's actually born." He cupped her face and held her gaze resolutely. "But I promise you, Sasha. I'll be there for you, no matter what. It ain't gonna be easy, but I will do whatever it takes to make time for us and the baby. Before and after. I will be there every step of the way, any way I can."
Sasha nodded. "I know you will. I guess we're better off concentrating on the positives and taking each day as it comes. And when it does come, I already know how amazing you're gonna be. I couldn't have chosen a better man for my baby's father and that's the truth."
Her smile brought around one of his own, his nerves gradually ebbing away. "Thanks, baby girl. You're gonna be a great mom, just like you already are. And our babies will be thoroughbreds, just like their daddy."
She giggled. "You're so sure about that."
"Course I am. Do you see me?" He gestured at himself.
"Not cocky at all," Sasha laughed. "Either way, you better be prepared for my huge stomach and an infinity of stretch marks and flab." She paused when Joe stiffened discernibly, and the look he gave her was so ferocious that she winced. "Oops."
"You know damn well that it pisses me off when you talk yourself down like that."
Sasha bit her lip. "I know."
"So why do you do it? I've shown you over and over and over again how crazy I am about your body. Huge stomach or not, that is never going to change the way I feel about you." He smirked. "Unless you'd like me to show you one more time? I have no problem with that."
Her hands fell to his chest as she shook her head in amazement. "I've had more sex in the last year than in the rest of my lifetime combined thanks to you. True talk."
"What can I say? You can't get enough of me." He flashed her that sexy half-smile of his. "And I can't get enough of you. Honestly babe, I might be addicted to you."
Sasha frowned. "I'm not a big fan of that word."
She was right. It hit a little close to home. "Okay, wrong word. Not addicted. I'm just...a man in love, I guess." He smiled shyly and shrugged his shoulder.
"Aw, you're such a sap," she giggled, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you too, baby. So much," she whispered, her eyes glistening in the evening light as she gazed longingly at him.
"I love you, babe. Always and forever." He raised her hand to his lips, gently kissing each of her knuckles. His grey eyes scanned her features and he groaned. "Don't bite your lip. It drives me fuckin' crazy."
"Maybe that's the plan," she quipped.
"You've already succeeded with this dress of yours."
"This old thing?" She tilted sideways, her explosion of a derriere coming into Joe's view and drawing yet another lustful groan from between his lips. "You know, seeing you in this dress only makes me wonder...how much better it'll look soaking wet." A sly smirk crossed his handsome face as he cast his gaze towards the ocean, still tumbling in and out of the shore.
"Put me in that water and you will not touch me for the rest of the week."
Joe's shoulders slacked as he processed the severity of the threat. "You're mean."
Gasping with pretend hurt, she put a hand to her chest. "Why would you say somethin' like that? I'm the sweetest woman you've ever known."
"And who told you that lie?"
"Ain't no lie. Wanna know what else isn't a lie?" She pulled his head down and scraped his earlobe with her teeth. "I'm also the sweetest woman you've ever tasted."
If there was ever a more disarming statement, he was yet to come across it. Coupled with the way she pressed her body against his and her breath caressed his ear, it was enough for all the blood in his body to rush down south. "That...that is the truth," he stammered.
Sasha reveled in her victory. "Thought so." With that, she winked at him and sashayed off, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded and extremely turned on. Again.
Goddamn.
Rolling her head lazily to face her husband, Sasha cracked one eye open. "Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"What time's wakeboarding again?" She watched him sip from his bottle of Budweiser as she awaited his answer. His other arm was extended towards her, idly rubbing her backside as they lounged side by side under the morning sun.
"Three."
She let the seconds crawl by, mentally prepping herself for his wrath. "Do we have to go?"
The ass massage stopped abruptly. He was visibly tense as he put his beer away. "Don't start that shit again."
"I'm not starting anything."
"We agreed on it before we arrived here and we agreed again yesterday," he said, his deep voice growing edgier. "And didn't you go parasailing with me a few years ago? That's more dangerous than wakeboarding."
"They both are, though," she countered.
Joe opened his mouth to retort, then closed it back. "I ain't doing this with you. You can back out if you want."
Lifting an eyebrow, Sasha sat up in her chair, causing the oversized tank top that belonged to Joe to droop off her shoulder. "Are you mad?" she asked, peering at him. His sunglasses concealed his eyes but she could see his jaw working, a telltale sign that he was pissed. When he gave no reply, she sighed. "Ugh, you are. What are you so mad about?"
"Because you're being annoying about this!" he snapped. "You know I've been dying to go wakeboarding and you keep changing your mind on me. I hate that." Stopping himself before he got angrier, he exhaled deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know what? Do whatever you want, I don't care. I'm going, and if it means going on my own then fine."
She knew way better than to be aroused by his outburst. But she was. Rolling out of her lounge chair, she crossed over to his, swinging one leg over him and straddling his waist. Through his sunglasses, she could see him refusing to look at her. "I just want you to be careful. You understand that, don't you?"
"Whatever," he grumbled.
"Oh, don't be like that." She pulled his sunglasses off of his face and couldn't help but smile when he avoided her gaze. "Come on baby, look at me. Don't you want me to see your beautiful eyes?" She bent down and kissed his cheek, continuing down his face until her mouth latched onto the warm skin of his neck, the faint scent of sunscreen tickling her nostrils. Her teeth grazed below his ear, teasing the sensitive spot that always got a reaction out of him. His shiver, despite the hot sun, was an encouraging sign.
"Don't do that," he rasped.
"Do what?" she asked innocently, giving his neck a quick lick and hearing his sharp intake of breath.
"The seducing shit. It ain't gonna work." He was saying one thing, but his body was doing the exact opposite. His dick hardened the moment she sat on him, and his body was already lit up with desire. He squirmed as she pushed up on him and moaned when her lips deserted his neck to seek out his mouth, silencing any other protest he had. Her kisses were slow and dizzying, her fingers weaving into his hair, her tongue stroking and teasing his own. His already weakened resolve collapsed when her hand brushed over his crotch. "Sash..."
She had his full attention now. Kissing him harder, she moved in for the kill. Slipping her hand inside his shorts, she palmed his dick, sliding her fist up and down the thick, stiffened length. He groaned into her mouth, his big frame slacking against the deck chair as she fondled him determinedly. An idea popped up in her mind, and pulling back, she turned her back and mounted him again, deciding to give him his favorite view.
Joe watched her pull the tank top over her head, and his eyes immediately dropped to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating the delicious curves of her ass, the pink strings of her thong disappearing between the rounded globes. He ran his hands along her caramel skin, which glistened with sunscreen, and gave a sharp hiss when she reached into his shorts again, setting his aching erection free. She gripped him again and lifted her ass upwards, and he hurriedly tugged her thong to the side so she could take him inside her.
"You know I love you. Right Daddy?" Sasha said, moaning as his entire length slid slowly inside her. "Oh fuck, Joe..."
Watching his dick disappear into the warm, tight canal of her pussy, his mouth went dry. "Yeah," he croaked, gasping out as she began slowly rotating her hips in circular motions. Fuck. Her ass was so fat, her pussy so wet. She was intoxicating. "Shit, baby girl."
Holding onto his legs, she rocked back and forth on his dick, slowly and steady for now, and grinned at the way he groaned and his grip on her hips tightened. Hopefully, she could work him hard enough that he would be too spent to go anywhere. "And you love me too, right?" she asked, popping her butt cheeks faster, twisting her head over her shoulder towards him.
"Yes," he panted, his grey eyes fixated on her big ass bouncing deliciously on his dick. He knew she had him where she wanted him and he couldn't be bothered to fight it. She looked and felt so good working his dick like that. He moaned and splayed all ten fingers over her gyrating backside. "Yes, I love you so fuckin' much nani. Fuck, keep doin' that. Ride Daddy's dick, baby."
Sasha hummed in both pleasure and triumph. "I love you too, big boy. I love you very, very much."
"I hate you," Sasha pouted, crossing her arms in frustration.
Standing behind her, Joe's deep chuckle rumbled in her ear as he clicked her life jacket into place. "Tried to warn you, doll. It wasn't gonna work." Patting her bikini-clad ass, he walked across the dock to the boat driver for his own life jacket. Despite Sasha's best efforts to circumvent it, wakeboarding was well and truly on, and she could only stand by and watch Joe prep for this death-defying activity in this massive body of water. For her benefit, the boat driver showed them the basic moves and postures to adopt while wakeboarding. She learned the different hand signals to signal the boat driver with. She learned that a 'wake' was actually the ripple of water left behind by the boat. She learned that her husband was too sporty and too adventurous for his own good.
"Be careful," she blurted out.
Adjusting his helmet, Joe turned to her, seeing the worry in her eyes, the same nervous expression she always had whenever he went out for a match. Smiling, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "I'll be fine, nani. There's no need to worry," he promised, grabbing her hands to rub his thumbs over the back of them, the soothing gesture once again succeeding in relaxing her demeanor somewhat. He guided her to the small white speedboat, ensuring she got in safely. "Don't forget the pictures." He pointed at her camera, giving her a wink before he walked off to grab his cable and board. Sasha's grip subconsciously tightened on her precious camera, silently despising him for making her bring it out for this.
She let him go first, mainly to encourage herself into giving it a go when he finished. He started off basically sitting in the water, his knees bent up to his chest, and then the boat began to move and pick up speed, pulling his frame upright, standing sideways on the board as he held on to the cable. Sasha watched him carefully from her vantage point, her back to the boat driver. It seemed to be going fine so far, at least judging from the happy grin on his face as he cruised the surface of the water. She couldn't help but smile when he raised his head to the sky and let out a whoop of joy. She had to admit, he made it look like fun.
He began maneuvering around the water, gliding from one far end to the other, left, and then right. Her stomach lurched as he careened all the way to the far right, cut into the wake at a rapid speed and launched into the air, landing perfectly back on the water with his board. "Baby!" she yelled in warning, even though he couldn't hear her. He flashed her a thumbs up and went left this time, throwing himself in the air again. He was trying to give her a heart attack, surely. He was showing off now, performing different tricks, and at first it seemed harmless, nothing that he couldn't handle.
But then, everything went horribly wrong.
It seemed to happen in slow motion; Joe in control one moment; the next, he was sailing through the air, his limbs twisted in awkward directions, his body plunging headfirst into the water and disappearing out of sight.
"Joe!" Sasha screamed, horrified. "Turn around!" she shouted at the boat driver. "Turn this damn thing around!"
The boat swung back around, racing over to where Joe had wiped out. They circled the area, but there was no sign of him or his board. "Joe!" Sasha yelled again, her eyes desperately searching the water, the building tears obscuring her vision. Oh god. What if he was seriously hurt? What if there were dangerous animals in the water? Like sting rays or sharks? Chasing away the terrifying thoughts, she waited a couple more seconds, hoping, praying for him to resurface. Nothing.
With that, her mind was made up. She was going after him.
The boat driver watched in astonishment as she set her camera down and kicked off her flip flops. "Ma'am, don't go in there. Please remain on the boat."
Fuck that. This was her husband. If anything happened to him, she would die. Simple as. She didn't think, just reacted. She hoisted herself up to the edge of the boat. Taking one deep breath, she jumped off the boat, and battled with urges of regret as her body clattered harshly with the water. It was cold, very cold. Sharks existed in Hawaii. Swallowing down the bile climbing up her throat, she focused on the task at hand.
"Joe!" she cried, wading her arms in the water. "Joe!" Her legs were straining already from kicking so hard. Panic was setting in. The life vest she had on wasn't helping much with her already bad swimming. But she hadn't thought about that. Because if she allowed herself to think it through, she wouldn't have done it at all. Fighting back frightened tears, she tried not to imagine the worst as she continued her search for him while trying to keep afloat. Where the hell was he?
Something grabbed at her waist. A shark, surely. Flailing in the water, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Sasha! What are you doing?"
Stiffening for a second, her head whipped round to find Joe behind her, looking perfectly okay. Her racing heart slowed down, but only a little. The relief of seeing him okay and the fact that she wasn't going to be eaten alive was so overwhelming that she burst into tears.
Joe quickly wound an arm around her, swimming back to the boat as best as he could while holding onto his wife. The boat driver helped them aboard, and wrapping a towel around her, Joe pulled her close to him. "Jesus Sash, the hell d'you do that for? What were you thinking, jumpin' into the water like that?"
"You scared the hell outta me with that fall," she retorted, a shiver zipping up her spine from the cold. "Are you hurt?"
The Samoan pushed away the strands of drenched hair sticking to her face. "I'm fine," he said, "I went too high on the last jump. I fucked up, but I could handle myself. You could've been hurt. You shouldn't have jumped in."
"I didn't know what else to do! You didn't surface after you hit the water and I couldn't find you. The thought of losing you..." Trailing off, she gave a sharp shake of her head and looked at him. "I had to do it."
Listening to her explanation, taking in the tears in her eyes, his features softened considerably. Honestly, he would have done the exact same thing had the roles been reversed. "I'm sorry I scared you. But please don't do anything crazy like that again," he implored her.
Shaking her head, Sasha looked him right in the eyes, a hint of defiance in her expression. "I can't make any promises. I told you I'd do anything for you, even if it means risking my life for yours. A queen always protects her king, remember?"
He had no answer to that. He stared at her, love and affection surging through him, inwardly proud of his girl's bravery. All he could do was hold her tighter and kiss her temple, doubting he would be letting go of her anytime soon.
Like riding a bicycle. :D Thoughts so far? Prepare for chapter 2! Gonna get all steamy up in here. ;)
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