Best Wishes
By: amkp
Epilogue: Forever
Disclaimer: All of them are hers! I just twist them around into my little story.
Author's notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, PM'd me, alerted and marked this story as their favorite! I'm humbled, truly.
My plot-players, every single one of you, thanks from the bottom of my heart!
To the real life Isabella, thank you for your friendship, your hospitality during our visit, the beautiful album to go with this story, for playing my secretary in researching places for this chapter and for your unwavering support! You rock, Babe!
To Cara, thanks for listening to me and always being there! Love ya, Babe!
To Jenny, SuperBeta, you've made this an easier journey for me and the readers. Your support and ideas have truly made this a better story. Thank you so very much! It's been a pleasure working with such a gifted and talented writer/Beta. You're the BEST!
And now, the rest of the story….
SPOV
I flopped onto the bed, spread-eagle, in exhaustion. Turning my head to the right, I looked at my husband. Aww, my husband! He wore a satisfied expression and nothing else, except his wedding band. Even after numerous rounds of sex and nearly four hours of non-stop action, his body still caused my heart to stutter and drool to form.
With just my fingertip, I reached out and caressed an invisible line down his chest. Carlos closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensation. When my hand stopped, he picked it up and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. I rolled to my side and snuggled next to him.
Carlos instantly wrapped his strong arms around me. "How are you doing, Mrs. Manoso?" His voice was deep, husky, and sexy as sin.
Sighing, I said, "I'm very good. I love the sound of my name."
"So do I, Babe," he replied, as he placed a kiss to the top of my head. "You hungry?"
"Always," I chuckled, running my hand down to stroke his partially erect cock.
Carlos sucked in a breath and gave a little laugh. "I meant for food, but if you'd like something else, that can be arranged."
In the next instant, I was on my back again, with my 'hungry' husband nibbling softly at my neck. Between kisses, my stomach growled, loudly. Carlos stilled. I could feel his lips curve up into a smile against the skin of my neck.
I lightly pinched his tight ass. "You're the one that brought up food. I was perfectly content to have more of my husband."
"I love to hear you call me that," he echoed my earlier statement.
Carlos lifted his head to look at me with his warm, molten-chocolate eyes. He pushed back the hair from my forehead, before placing a kiss there. We stared at each other for several long minutes, a feeling of peace, contentment, and most of all, happiness surrounding us.
"It's been a pretty great day so far, huh?"
He nodded his head. "How about we take a shower, then go topside for dinner and the sunset?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Carlos rolled to the side of the bed and bounded up, reaching his hand back to help me. I got to my feet and swayed a little. My legs, along with other areas, were sore from all our consummating activities.
"Babe?" Carlos pulled me to his body offering support and steadying me in his embrace.
I waved off his concern. "No problem, Batman. Just need to get my sea legs."
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. The shower was tiny, barely big enough for two, but that didn't stop us from showering together. Honestly, I didn't want to spend a moment away from him today.
When we left the bathroom, I crossed to the closet and located my swimsuits. Carlos pulled on a pair of black shorts, then went into the bedroom to straighten the bedding. I selected my favorite white, string bikini, which had a long sarong that went with it.
As I walked past Carlos, I felt a sharp tug to my bikini top. The next thing I knew, the top was gone. Reflexively, I covered my bare breasts and turned to look at him. He was wearing a mischievous smile, my bikini top dangling from the fingers on his right hand.
"Umm, aren't we going topside?" I questioned with a hint of confusion.
"Yeah, Babe."
I scrunched up my face and extended my hand for the return of the bikini top. He slowly shook his head. I put my hands on my hips as I glared at him, waiting for an explanation. His smile got bigger.
"Remember our deal?"
What deal? There'd been so many. I thought back over the last few, and a smile spread across my face at the memories. We'd had some good times as a result of our 'compromising.'
Carlos' voice pulled me from the stroll down the very naughty path of Memory Lane. "First two days of our honeymoon, you go topless."
Oh yeah, the deal during the remote fiasco. "Well, since that resulted in our first big fight, I think the terms of the deal are null and void."
"Don't think so, Mrs. Manoso. A deal's a deal," he stated firmly.
"You expect me to go on deck without a top?" I exclaimed, and then added, hoping to trigger his 'mine' rational, "We aren't that far off the coast of Miami, remember? Somebody could see me."
His eyebrow arched. "Nice try, but you'll be fine. No one is going to see you except me. It's nearly sunset already."
And that was that. Apparently, I was going the next two days without the benefit of a top. Carlos grabbed my hand and led me out of the room, then up one level to the kitchen.
We stood shoulder to shoulder, considering the large assortment of items we had to choose from in the refrigerator that was packed to capacity.
"Wow!" I said as I looked everything over. "How long are we going to be gone again?"
Carlos reached in, pulling out a tray of California Rolls and a large bowl of salad. I grabbed a bottle of dressing from the door compartment, and we set everything on the counter.
My husband leaned into me, cupping one of my bare breasts with his left hand. He tweaked the nipple and kissed down the side of my neck, stopping briefly to answer my question.
"We have enough food on board for nearly two months."
"Two months?"
"Yeah, Babe, but the boat isn't self-sufficient for that long," he told me as he delivered one last kiss to my shoulder, before stepping back and grabbing us each a drink from the refrigerator.
We made our way to the upper deck, carrying our plates, as he explained, "Depending on what we decide to do, we'll at least need to make a couple of stops."
We sat next to each other, watching the sun slowly fall from the sky, bringing a close to our wedding day. Carlos picked up one of the pieces of sushi and placed it in my mouth, while I added a small amount of dressing to the salad. I picked up the fork and pierced several pieces of lettuce, before offering it to my husband.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going now that we're officially on our honeymoon?"
One corner of Carlos' mouth tipped up. "I don't have a specific plan."
"Carlos Manoso without a plan! What is the world coming to?"
"Babe."
Translation: Smartass.
I rolled my eyes and smiled broadly at him. "So you have no idea where we're going?"
"I have all sorts of ideas, Stephanie." His eyebrow cocked northward.
Before I could pull my hand back from smacking the middle of his chest, he'd seized it and brought it to his mouth. He kissed my palm, then rose from the table, crossing to a cabinet under the helm. He returned with a map, which he unfurled in front of us.
It showed the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea, with all the many islands represented.
"We're here." Carlos put his finger on a spot to mark the position we were currently anchored. "We can make San Juan without taking on fuel or needing to stop."
I looked over the map as we continued eating. I saw the names of places that, two years ago, I never thought I'd ever see; now they all lay as possibilities before me. The Virgin Islands had always interested me, so I leaned forward to get a better look.
"See something you like, Babe?" His voice was laced with amusement.
Taking my eyes from the map, I did a slow perusal of his bare chest, then lowered my eyes to his lap. "Uh huh."
That was all the invitation he needed; his lips crashed against mine, one hand buried into my curls and the other found my breast. I lost myself in the wave of lust that sprang to the surface, as all thought of where we'd be traveling flew from my mind. Our tongues tangled, teeth nipped softly, and our bodies moved closer to one another.
Carlos pulled back slightly, resting his forehead to mine. "We forgot dessert," he reminded me. "Be right back!"
He was off his seat in a flash, gathered our dirty dishes, and disappeared down the stairs. Carlos came back a few minutes later. He pulled me up from my seat and swept me up into his arms, bridal style. I rested my head on his shoulder.
When we arrived onto the next deck, I saw he'd laid a large beach blanket out on the wide bed-like area at the back of the boat. To one corner sat the box containing pieces of our wedding cake. He placed me in the center and crawled next to me, snagging the box as he moved.
Carlos undid my sarong and pulled it free from my body, before tossing it to the floor. Next, he hooked his fingers into my bikini bottom. I lifted my hips, and he slid the material down my legs. Carlos sat back on his heels, looking my body over like I was an all-you-could-eat buffet.
He opened the lid to the cake and selected a large piece, laying it on my stomach, before offering me his icing-covered finger. I sucked it into my mouth, watching his eyes darken as I swirled my tongue around his finger, making sure I'd gotten all the icing off.
"What islands do you want to stop at during our trip?" he asked as he reclaimed his finger.
"You want to talk about that now?"
"Just play along, okay?"
Nodding, I closed my eyes and thought about the map I'd just studied. "The Virgin Islands sound nice."
"St. John is a less touristy-type place. Let's go there," Carlos said. He took a strawberry slice from between one of the layers of the cake and placed it just above my left breast, then looked up at me. "Next?"
"Maybe the Dominican?"
"Sounds good." Another strawberry was added a little further below the previous one, almost on my nipple.
Beginning to sense a pattern, I smiled at him.
"How about Barbados?" he offered.
I purred my acceptance, and another strawberry was placed on my body; this time, to the left of my mound. A few more places were offered by each of us, and corresponding strawberries were placed to represent each one. By the end of the little game, I think Carlos was making up names of islands, just so he'd have more places to 'visit' on my body.
"Damn," he muttered, "I'm out of strawberries."
"I guess the honeymoon's over," I sighed dramatically.
His eyes tracked up to mine, met and held. The look alone was enough to send a tingle through my body. "Babe, it's barely gotten started, and while I don't have specific plans for our exact destinations, I have all sorts of ideas about what I'm going to do to you."
Oh, boy! Good thing we had nearly two months!
Carlos placed pieces of cake in a pattern between the strawberries. He offered me several bites as he worked. When he was done, he sat back again to inspect his 'map.'
"This is going to be a great trip," he said with enthusiasm.
I couldn't really see the map, afraid if I moved I'd wreck his masterpiece, so I just nodded my head in agreement.
"Close your eyes, Stephanie. Relax."
As soon as my eyes shuttered closed, I felt the warmth of Carlos' body next to mine. He leaned down, giving me a soft kiss, before his finger traced down my face to outline my lips. Then he took a slow journey to the first strawberry positioned right at the rise of my breast.
"Ahh, St. Lucia," he breathed and sucked the strawberry into his mouth. Carlos licked at the spot. "The Diamond Waterfalls are beautiful. The water sparkles like diamonds, hence the name. We'll find a secluded spot, where I'll have you screaming my name over the roar of the falls."
I shivered, arched my back to force my breast—particularly my nipple—closer to his mouth as I pictured the scene he described.
One of Carlos' hands cupped my breast and brought it to his lips. His tongue spent several long minutes laving the tightly formed nub. It was hard enough to cut diamonds!
When he was satisfied with his work there, he found the next strawberry, conveniently placed between my breasts.
"Barbados," he informed me. "You liked swimming with the dolphins, right?"
"Uh huh," I agreed, thinking back to our wonderful experience in Nassau.
His finger lightly pinched the nipple that had yet to receive attention while he spoke. "In Barbados, you can swim with the sea turtles…unless you'd rather go paragliding."
That caused my eyes to snap open. "Par…a…gliding?" I squeaked, remembering instantly the moment of pure terror I'd experienced when I'd fallen, or rather been pushed, from the plane during my first skydiving trip.
Carlos had a full-on smile creasing his face. "Maybe not," he observed with a laugh, before distracting me from the thought by flicking his tongue against my nipple as one of his very talented fingers found its way down my body to my clit.
I closed my eyes again and bit at my lip, as he continued to visit different 'locations' on my body.
He picked up a strawberry with the hand that wasn't buried between my legs, driving me insane, and offered it to me.
"San Juan," he said, before placing the fruit in my mouth. "Home of Nuyorican Café, where we'll Salsa dance the night away, then come back here and make love until the sun rises."
Again, a picture form in my mind. This time of us dancing on a crowded dance floor, Carlos expertly moving us together through the complex, seductive steps. We'd be so lost in each other that we wouldn't even notice the other people. I think he loved to dance nearly as much as I did. I was definitely looking forward to that stop.
There were only a couple of strawberries left; one near my belly button, the other directly above my mound. Carlos sipped the one on my stomach into his mouth. "St. John. We can stroll the quaint island before finding a shaded, secluded spot under a sea grape tree on Jumbie Beach."
"I like the beach," I purred, as his finger separated my folds and teasingly circled my damp center.
"Jumbie Beach looks beautiful in the pictures I saw when I researched it. Very private, very secluded."
It was amazing that I was able to have a clear, coherent thought while two of Carlos' fingers stroked in and out of my body, driving me to the very edge of an orgasm, before stopping and starting again. "You have done some planning for our honeymoon."
"Yeah, I haven't been to most of the places. I've traveled San Juan pretty extensively, but not the islands as much."
Finally, he curved his finger onto my g-spot, and with just the right amount of pressure, sent me flying into an orgasm. I cried out his name, long and loud, soaking his fingers and the blanket with my release.
When my breathing had slowed, I opened my eyes to find Carlos looking at me with a soft expression. His hand was resting on my mound, not moving, allowing me to recover for a few minutes.
Reaching out, I fisted my hands in his hair and pulled his face to mine. Our lips melded together, passion surging between us. Carlos groaned into my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine. The remaining strawberry and pieces of cake were smashed between us as Carlos covered me with his long, lean, muscle-bound body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and could feel the hardness of his cock through his shorts as it pressed against me, right where I wanted him most. Carlos stopped abruptly and sat back on his heels between my wide-spread thighs.
"How do you feel about learning something new?" he teased, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Zing! Another impending orgasm built up strength. I liked being Carlos' attentive student. He hadn't brought the black box up, so I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, though. I raised both my eyebrows and licked my lips in invitation for him to continue.
"Babe..." He drew out on a long breath. "The box is down in the bedroom; we'll get to that next. I was referring to diving."
Diving into Carlos right now sounded like an excellent idea to me.
He shook his head in amusement. "Scuba diving, dear wife."
I must have said that out loud. Oh well, there was no secret about how much I was into my husband.
Carlos leaned forward and licked the smashed strawberry from my body. "In St. Vincent, there's an underwater fissure called the Bat Cave," he said as he nipped at my clit and his finger returned to my center.
"The Bat Cave, really?"
"Yeah, Babe, and even though it's one of the top dives, I've never done it. Guess I was waiting for you."
Warmth flooded my heart at his words. Sometimes just hearing him say things like that caused me to get emotional. "I'd like to learn how to dive. What all is involved?"
"I can teach you pretty much everything before we get there, and we can do some shallow dives, but you'll have to do a check-out dive with an instructor to get certified," Carlos told me while he smeared the remaining cake all around my pussy, then went to work cleaning up his mess.
I was a mass of need by the time he'd finished. He quickly shed his black shorts and positioned his cock at my entrance, then slowly slid inside. My nails bit into his forearms. Even though I was wet, soaked actually, things were getting a little sore down there, not to mention that my husband was very well endowed and stretched me to the limit. We'd made love countless times already today, and a couple of times, things had gotten pretty rough—exactly how I liked it.
Carlos noticed me tensing up and instantly stilled. "Are you that sore?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
"It's okay. I'll be fine," I encouraged as I reached down and urged him forward by pushing against his sculpted ass.
He didn't move.
"Stephanie, I don't want to hurt you." He pulled out of me gently. "Let's go soak in the hot tub, ease some of your soreness."
I wanted to growl in frustration. I loved having him buried to the hilt inside me, pain or no, and now I was going to have to wait. Patience was not my strongest virtue. I came up with another idea that had him instantly arching an eyebrow.
"Ya know," I began, casually running my hand down his chest until I reached his straining cock. "We could try somewhere else," I said coyly, and felt heat raise just a touch on my face. "Somewhere that isn't sore."
"You think you're ready to try that?" he asked hesitantly.
Nodding my head, I gave him a shy smile.
He kissed me lightly and looked deep into my eyes. "We'll go slow. Use a couple of things from the box to make it easier. And we can stop anytime you want."
Again, I nodded.
"You have to promise me you'll tell me if it's too much. I don't want you to just let me do it because you think it's something I need. I don't. And I won't think or love you any less if you don't enjoy it, understand?"
"Carlos, you've always made me feel safe and loved. I trust you; I have from the very first time I met you. The trust was what was missing in all the other times I tried anal sex. I want to experience it with you. Now. Today."
RPOV
Even though Stephanie was willing to give this a try, I still had my doubts. We'd been working up to this for a while, and I knew it would probably happen on our honeymoon, but now that the moment was here, I was hesitant.
I'd meant what I'd said about not needing it. Sure, it had been an active part of my past experiences. Most of the time, it was done to keep myself from losing interest in the woman I was with. That wasn't the case with my wife. Life was always interesting with her by my side, and our sex life had far exceeded anything I'd ever imagined.
I really didn't want to do this with her sore, so I grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and led her to the hot tub.
She gave me a puzzled expression. "I thought we'd go straight downstairs."
"Babe, let's just sit in here for a little while. It'll help relax you and ease some of the soreness." I helped her step up into the tub, then we sat with her in front of me, resting her head on my shoulder. Stephanie gave a long, contented sigh, and I asked, "Feeling better?"
"Mmmhmm," she answered softly.
Starting at her shoulders, I slowly began massaging. By the time I reached the top of her thighs, she was dozing off. I let her sleep for about ten minutes, before my fingers trailed between her legs.
Gently, I probed her puckered hole. She stirred slightly, but didn't wake all the way up. The warm water had loosened her muscles, so I had no problem pushing one finger up inside her.
Stephanie finally awoke when I added the second finger. I felt her tense.
"It's okay, just relax. We're going to take this nice and slow. We've got a long way to go yet."
The tension ebbed away, aided by the slow circling of her clit with my free hand. I slid a finger down to test her pussy for soreness. When she didn't jerk away in pain, I eased my index finger into the velvet softness.
"Ooohhh," she moaned in pleasure.
Without any rush, I slowly worked both holes. When there was no resistance to the width of my two fingers, I knew it was time to get the black box. Picking her up into my arms, we quickly dried off, then I carried her down to our bedroom.
Stephanie watched closely as I opened the lid of the box and took two items out.
Knowing how curious she was, I explained each item. "This," I said, holding up a tube, "is a lubricant that has Benzocaine. It's a topical anesthesia to numb any discomfort."
She nodded her head, and chewed her lip while she looked at the other item.
"It's called a plug."
Her face flooded with color.
"Babe, don't be embarrassed. It's just us. This will help the muscles relax and get used to something wider than my fingers."
"So, how do we do this? How should I lay? I guess on my knees would be best, huh?"
I'd given this a lot of thought, and I didn't want to use the 'doggie' position for our first time. I didn't want her to associate this time with anything she'd disliked with her past experiences. "No, just lay on your side."
She rolled to her right side, and I snuggled up behind her, spooning her with my body. Sweeping her hair to the side, I kissed the column of her neck, while my hand snaked around to cup her breast. To make this easier for her, I planned to use any form of distraction that would work. Stephanie covered the hand cupping her breast and entwined our fingers.
Opening the tube of lube, I squeezed a liberal amount on the index finger of my free hand. Slowly, I traced the outer lips of her pussy with the medicated lotion, before trailing back. I circled the hole until all the lube was worked into her skin. Adding more to my finger, I slid into her and stroked in and out.
"It's already getting numb." Her voice held a hint of surprise.
We wouldn't always need to use this anesthetic-laced lube, but I wanted her first time to be as easy and painless as possible.
I kissed her shoulder, then grabbed the plug, coating the entire thing with the lube, before placing it between her ass cheeks.
"Pull you knees up towards your chest, Babe." This position would allow better access and open her up more.
"Relax," I reminded her as I eased the plug into her body.
Her fingers ran down to pinch hard at her nipple as soon as she felt the first bit of pressure.
"That's perfect, Steph. Do what you have to do to distract yourself."
Apparently, she wasn't entirely happy with playing with herself, so she reached back to grasp my cock. She stroked down my length, pulled slightly on my balls, then returned to the slit to run just her fingernail along the opening. My cock jerked in response. By the time she completed the same pattern again, I had the plug in place.
Stephanie jumped as I buried two fingers into her pussy. "Ooohhh," she moaned.
I stopped and asked with concern, "Hurt?"
"No. You just surprised me. Is it in?"
"Yes. Can't you tell?"
"It feels full and a little tight, but it doesn't hurt."
"Good," I breathed against her skin, as I began a steady rhythm in and out of her velvety softness.
Her inner walls started to tighten, so I curled my finger onto her g-spot and sent her over the edge with a shout. I didn't stop, continuing to apply pressure against the spongy area, drawing out her orgasm.
Stephanie's breathing had just started to return to normal, when she suddenly flipped to her opposite side in a rush of movement that momentarily caught me off guard. In the next instant, her lips were sealed on my straining erection.
I groaned.
She smiled around my cock, then sucked down most of my length. Her hand blindly searched for the lube, and I knew why she wanted it.
Brushing her hair back away from her face so I could watch her mouth on me, I told her, "I don't need it, Babe."
Her hand stopped searching, and her fingers found their way to my mouth. Once I'd moistened them for her, she traced down past my balls to push her index finger inside me.
Clenching my teeth, I relaxed my body with a deep breath. She'd gotten very good at finding my 'trigger' point, and knew exactly how to drive me to the edge.
When she curled her finger forward and applied pressure against my prostrate gland, I grabbed two fistfuls of the bedding to keep myself from coming.
"Shit," I gritted out. Mercifully, she moved off the spot, and a pop sound echoed in the room as she released the suction off my cock.
"Problem, Batman?" she said cheekily, and skimmed over the sensitive area again.
"I'll get you back," I promised.
"I'm counting on that," she purred, then focused her full attention back to driving me crazy with her mouth.
I held out as long as I could before hauling her up my body. "Your turn," I whispered, kissing her fiercely.
Rolling us so that she was on bottom, I began traveling down her front, using my lips and teeth. I paused briefly at her breasts, then continued without stopping until I reached her clit. I circled the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue, while my fingers went to her ass to remove the plug.
Stephanie writhed and moaned as I slowly slid it out, sucking softly on her delicate folds the entire time. I tossed it to the floor and indicated for her to roll to her side. She automatically assumed the same position, with her knees pulled up towards her chest.
After recoating the area and the tip of my cock with the lube, we were ready. I moved behind her on my knees. At first, I probed gently, watching her face the entire time for any sign of discomfort.
She was incredibly tight, even after the plug. I pinched one of her nipples, then leaned forward to lick at it. She buried her hand in my hair and held me in place as I pushed further in. I let a hand trail down until I reached her moist center. My thumb rubbed her clit, while two fingers pumped in a steady cadence.
"Oohh, God, Carlos!" she screamed through an orgasm. By the time she'd finished clenching around my fingers, I was buried to the hilt in her ass.
I smiled as Stephanie's eyes widened when she realized I'd quit pushing and was all the way in.
"Wow! This doesn't feel anything like I expected."
"Is that a good thing or bad?"
"Good. There's a lot of pressure, but no pain. Between that and your fingers, I can't decide what to concentrate on. I feel like I'm on sensory overload."
"That's the idea of anal sex, Babe. It gets even better than this."
"Do tell," she said with a smile.
"I'd rather show you."
And I did. I threw everything I had into 'overloading' her system. Stephanie became frantic, clawing at my forearms, biting at her lip, moaning, unable to stop moving as stimulation hit her from all sides.
I lost count of her orgasms, focusing entirely on pleasuring my wife. When she yelled through another one, I gave myself over to my own completion in a powerful thrust.
"Stephanie!" I growled, resting my head against her breast.
She rubbed down my back, and we each savored the aftershocks that ripped through our bodies. I withdrew from her in slow increments. She sighed deeply as I spooned our bodies together for a few minutes of rest.
"I need to shower off," I murmured into her hair, breaking the silence that had fallen on the room.
Laughing softly, she asked, "How much fresh water do we have on board? I think we're going to be taking a lot of showers, if we keep today's pace up."
"Do you have a complaint about today's activities?" I teased, lifting my head as she turned to look at me.
"Nope. Not me," she smiled, then with all seriousness, added, "It's truly been the best day of my life, Carlos."
"Mine, too, Babe," I agreed, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her tenderly. She made everything right in my world. It was an unbelievable reality to be this happy. She was mine, forever!
"In an effort to conserve water, we could take a midnight swim in the ocean."
"We'll still have to shower when we get done."
"True, but we can do that together to save time and water."
"That seems like a logical idea, yet somehow, our showers together always take longer. I wonder why that is?"
We shared a knowing look and laughed at one another. We padded naked out of the bedroom, arm in arm, heading for back platform of the boat.
After a quick glance around, finding only one other boat far off our starboard side, I flipped on a switch that softly illuminated the water directly behind our boat.
Stephanie tossed a couple of floating aids into the water from the storage compartment nearby. We were greeted by warm ocean water as we stepped off the ladder of the boat.
I held my wife as we floated together for the better part of an hour. When she was nearly asleep in my arms, I knew it was time to get back onboard. After brushing a quick kiss to her forehead, I lifted her onto the back platform.
By the time our shower was finished, exhaustion had a firm grip on both of us. We fell into bed, snuggled together, and were asleep within minutes.
Nearly two months later
My wife sat between my legs, resting her head against my bare chest as we looked out at the island from the deck of Our Someday.
"I can't believe our honeymoon is over," she sighed dejectedly.
"Babe, just because we're returning to Miami today doesn't mean its over." I ran my hand inside her bikini top to tweak at her nipple. "In fact, I'd say it can last a good long time yet. Maybe several years."
Even though I couldn't see her face, I could practically feel her eyes rolling. "You're insatiable."
"Look who's talking," I teased. "If memory serves me correctly, you woke me up this morning in quite the state. Hell, you were riding me before I even got my eyes open."
"Hey!" She slapped playfully at my thigh. "I had to see if reality was as good as the dream I'd been having."
"And was it?"
Stephanie twisted around to face me. "It was better," she purred, before we shared a kiss that held all the passion we felt for one another.
When we had to separate for some much needed air, she laid her head on my shoulder, her lips pressing featherlite kisses against my neck. After a long while, I asked, "You ready to go?"
I felt her nod and squeezed her tight, before I rose to a standing position, taking her with me as I went.
"The next time we're here, the house will be completed."
"It's going to be beautiful," Stephanie exclaimed. "I'm especially going to like the running water and electricity!"
We looked back at the framed shell of our house, with the beginnings of a wide porch that would stretch across the entire front. I envisioned what it would look like finished.
We'd spent several days here, on our island, planning, taking pictures, looking at furniture online, talking to the contractors via phone—oh, and making love, making lots and lots of love. I couldn't stop the smile that creased my face as I reflected on our first two months as a married couple.
Stephanie noticed my smile. "What caused that?"
"Thinking about the last few weeks," I answered, starting the engines and checking the gauges.
"Can you believe we used everything in the black box?"
My smile got bigger. "We'll have to go shopping when we get home. We don't want to get bored."
She snorted. "Right, like that would ever happen with us."
Stephanie had become a competent First Mate during our travel, flipping the switch to bring up the anchors, with barely a glance at the console. I programmed the coordinates for Miami into the computer, added power to the engines, and backed us away from our island. When we'd reached cruising speed, I turned to look at my beautiful wife seated next to me, her foot absently rubbing up and down my left leg.
"What was your favorite part of our honeymoon?"
Both of her eyebrows arched up, and I laughed at the hungry look that sprang into her eyes. "Besides that," I said, fighting the urge to do a Stephanie-worthy eyeroll.
"Well, that did take up a huge chunk of our time, and it was definitely the best part—I guess, even though I loved everything we did, the diving in St. Vincent was my favorite."
"The Bat Cave?"
"Yep!"
"You remember what I said about showing you the Bat Cave?" I asked, playing off the name and a conversation I had with her when she'd been dealing with one of her many stalkers.
"I'd be stuck with you forever?" she answered, wearing a huge smile.
I raised our clasped hands, kissed her wedding ring, and looked into the endless depths of her blue eyes, before resting my forehead against hers and saying, "Forever, Babe."
The End!
Author's notes: Thank you so very much for reading Best Wishes! I've been blown away by the response. Pictures to accompany this chapter will be posted in the album, check out my profile page for the link!
At this time, I'm uncertain about what's next for me with writing. I do plan on a one-shot Raphael POV that will help tie together the next story in this trilogy, Baby Wishes.
I have a couple other ideas flying around in my head, and I don't know which one will find its way onto fanfiction first, one of those or Baby Wishes….stay tuned! Again, all my thanks! ~Angie
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