Steve turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. It was just past noon. He and his wife had spent the morning messing around making brunch, their french toast only slightly spoiled by the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Rachael had dropped shell in the batter due to her insistence that she could break eggs one handed while keeping her other resting firmly on his ass, and they'd burned the last batch together when he distracted her by whispering filthy things in her ear while they were trying to set the table. But in the end, they'd finished off a pretty respectable weekend brunch of french toast, fruit salad, bacon and fried tomatoes. When all the dishes had been cleared away, and the counters (and floor, and walls) wiped down and clean again, she had hopped into the shower while he finished drying the dishes, then he took his turn while she had grabbed her novel and flopped down on the bed to read.
He ruffled a towel through his hair to get it most of the way dry, then wrapped it around his waist before stepping out into the bedroom. Rachael was stretched out on the bed on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, her feet waggling absently in the air behind her, the movement having flipped up the hem of the sarong she had wrapped around herself, exposing a length of silky thigh.
He tucked his leg under himself, and gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
"Good book?" he asked.
"Yes, but it'll keep." She set aside her book, and crossed her arms beneath her, resting her head on them, face turned to look at him. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"I'm sure we'll come up with something."
Rising up on his folded leg, he lifted his other leg to cross her body, pulling himself above her. He bent down to place a small kiss on the corner of her mouth, feeling her muscles twitch up into a smile beneath his lips. Loving her response, he moved his attention to the tender spot below her ear, at the end of her jawline.
"We could go to the market. See the community? Buy some souvenirs as gifts for friends back home?" she said.
"Maybe later" he demurred as he continued his trail of kisses down her neck and onto her back, as he made it his mission to kiss each point of her spine, her feminine softness hiding where each bone lay until he pressed into her skin with the pressure of his lips.
"Mmmm. We could go for another swim to cool off. Make the most of that beautiful waterfall."
"I just showered. I haven't done anything yet to merit cooling off."
He had moved lower, unwrapping her sarong so he could caress her skin, smoothing the tender sides of her waist with his palms as he continued down. He felt a little mark in her skin at the base of the ribs and kissed it.
"What's this little mark?" he asked.
"Playing pirates up a tree when I was a kid. Fell out of the treehouse. It wasn't a major injury, but the scar never really faded."
"I love it," he replied, peppering it with little kisses. He smiled at the idea of her happy childhood, full of youthful hijinks.
Continuing his downward trajectory, he came to the two little dimples at the back of her hips. He was captivated by those adorable little depressions; kissing didn't seem like enough. He flattened his tongue, and licked her skin, feeling goosebumps rise along her body in response, despite the heat of the day.
She spoke, swallowing hard to clear her throat, "We could go on that hike T'Challa mentioned starts here. The view at the top is supposed to be spectacular."
I'm enjoying the view just fine where I am. He returned to his body worship, palming her flesh with both hands. He wanted to take a bite out of her, she was so cute.
He traced a line down the back of each leg, dropping little kisses left then right. She squirmed when he hit the back of her knees, apparently a particularly ticklish spot. He noted that information for later. He came at last to her feet. She rolled over to prop herself up on her elbows, wiggling her toes at him, showing off her adorable peach-coloured pedicure. He loved those little toes. He caught a foot and kissed her at the top of one instep. The curve of her arch as appealing to him as the rest of her curves.
He looked up at her from his position on his knees at the foot of the bed. From this angle she struck him as particularly gorgeous, her breasts soft, the line of her legs drawing the eye upward. Tearing his eyes away from that appealing sight, he made sure to address her face. "So, what do you want to do with today?"
"We could get some real relaxing done. You could set up your easel in the garden and unpack your paints and I could lounge out there and finish my book."
He smiled. That did sound like a good day. Cocooned away together, just the two of them.
She continued, "Or we could just spend the day in bed."
Now that was the suggestion he had been waiting for. "Yes!" he said, pulling her towards him, climbing close so he could look into her face, her thighs wrapped around his hips, "That's exactly what I want to do today."
"Me, too," she purred.
She reached down to unwrap the towel from his waist, but before she could get her hands on him, he had scooted out of her grasp.
"No, it's my turn now," kissing down her body once more.
They spent the afternoon making the most of their honeymoon, in the way that newlyweds were supposed to. When they finished, the sheets were tangled and sweaty, Rachael's hair all mussed. They never did get their clothes on.
"We need to shower again," Steve said.
"Two showers and it's not even sunset? Well, this is a tropical climate." And she looked them both, bodies glowing from exertion, sticky from lovemaking and commented, "Yes, it's definitely the weather's fault."
He joined her laughter and together they headed towards the bathroom.