Private Island

The rising sun crest over the horizon of the Caribbean Sea, burning the sky with golden rays of sunlight in the early morning hours. Tony stirred slightly as streaks of light began to shadow the walls through the privacy curtain that separated the main room from the ocean view porch.

Turning his head to face Angela, he was greeted with her beautiful vision, partially wrapped in the white sheet that lay casually over her lower body, her perfectly tones back rising and falling with each slumber-some breath she took. He longed to rub his hand along her delicate skin that had quickly become an extension of his own skin, a feeling he knew he could never again live without. Knowing that she had been sleep deprived since their wedding night and their emotionally charged previous day still weighing heavily on his mind, he kissed her head softly and got out of the bed deciding that a run would help him to clear his mind and bring peace to his heart.

Reaching over to Tony's side of the bed as she awoke from her slumber, Angela felt the cold, empty feel of the sheets next to her, quickly lifting her head to look for him, "Tony," she uttered hesitantly. Silence!

Wrapping the sheet around her, she got up in search of her husband. Just as a wave of panic began to creep with-in her, she noticed the note on the dresser,

"Went for a run, didn't want to wake my beautiful sleeping beauty.

Be back soon!

Love, T."

Relieved that he hadn't suddenly changed his mind about their marriage, jumped ship and ran off, she put her robe on and sat on the porch enjoying a hot cup of coffee and some orange juice. Captivated by the tranquility of the peace that her surroundings provided, she finished her "breakfast" and changed into her bikini, setting out to enjoy a few minutes of sun on their semi-private, swim up, pool lounge chairs.

Settling herself comfortably on the chair, her head facing the beautiful ocean view, on her stomach, she reached around her torso, unhooked her bikini top, and relaxed in her solitude.

Sweating and energized from his five-mile run, Tony returned with a clearer mind, ready to start their day. As he opened the door to the room, he quickly made note of the calm silence. Uncertain if Angela was still asleep or perhaps showering, Tony quietly made his way into the room. Not seeing her in the bed or hearing the sound of running water, Tony's attention turned to the view through the room, out towards the patio where he saw her, laying still beneath the sun's bright rays, soaking in the energy that the day presented.

Standing at the dividing curtain for a moment, he marveled at the sight before him, his Angela, the love of his life, his wife. Her toned, muscular legs, dangling slightly over the edge of the chair, her bikini covered butt, so firm he was certain he could pop a quarter off it. Her back, God, he loved her back; Smooth and soft, perfectly defined shoulder muscles that connected her long, slender arms, resting delicately beneath her head.

"Not sure what I ever did right in life to deserve her!" he mused to himself.

Walking out towards the patio, he noticed the slow rise and fall of her shoulders and back as he approached, "She's asleep," a slight devilish smirk forming on his lips.

Taking off his tennis shoes, he stepped into the water, careful not to make a splash and took a couple delicate steps towards her. Kneeling down next to the lounge chair, his eyes trailed her from one end to the other, "God she's perfect," he exhaled slowly. Leaning up against the chair, he lowered his lips onto the exposed flesh at the base of her neck and slowly began to suckle his way from one side of her shoulders to the other.

She stirred slightly and released a soft moan, "Better be careful, my husband could be back any minute," her lips drew into a smile.

"I'll take my chances," he continued to line her back with his lips, his hand gently caressing her waist, slipping down towards her hips.

"I missed you this morning," she hummed, her eyes remaining closed, her breath catching at his soft touch.

"I guess I need to make it up to you then," his hand slid between the soft fabric of her bikini, cupping her rear firmly in his palm.

"Just what might you have in mind-," her breath caught as she felt his hand slide between her legs.

With his lips still gliding along her bare back, his tongue absorbing the salty taste of her skin, his fingers delicately glided into her causing her to emit a deep throated moan as her hips effortlessly begin to roll in rhythm to his sensual message.

Tightly embracing the chair beneath her, she bit her lower lip as electric shock waves penetrated through her whole body as Tony's continued to apply the perfect degree of pressure and steady thrusts to her core. Running his mouth further down her spine, he began to apply bottlefly kisses along her lower back, easing her bikini bottoms lower down her rear followed closely by his lips. Reaching the thin bend of her legs and butt cheeks, he spread her legs further apart, allowing his mouth to follow the direction to which is hand was occupying.

Feeling her extreme wetness and the heat emanating from her core, Tony applied suggestive pressure to her outer thigh, pushing her over onto her back, fully exposing her sun dripped flesh. With his mouth replacing his hand, he curled one arm around her right hip while the other crawled up to her firmly exposed breast and he messaged each equally while feasting on her delicacy.

Intertwining her finger with Tony's, guiding his hand from one side of her chest to the other, she pressed her other hand firmly against the top of his head directing his motions as her body began to quiver and tighten beneath his touch. Bucking her hips harder into his face, every orifice of her body contracting, she released a climatic screech as waves of ecstasy flowed through her.

Laying motionless monetarily as her body descended from the high of the preceding minutes, she fluttered her eyes under the piercing rays of sunlight that settled upon her suddenly coming to the realization of where she was, "Oh my God," she sat up frantically, grabbing the towel beneath her, throwing it over her chest, "What the hell are we doing Tony?" Her cheeks flushed, her tone frantic.

"I'd say having a poolside rendezvous," he wiggled his brows, an accomplished cockiness evident in his tone.

Unsure if she was embarrassed, turned on, or suddenly mortified by the experience she leaned forward, running her fingers through her hair, "Tony, we're literally outside, feet away from the shore, on an open patio, in a public pool, what were we thinking? What if someone walked by or swam by or God only knows?" She rambled, her hand steadily rummaging through her sweat, wet, hair.

"Well, I know what I was thinking, and I can almost guarantee that you weren't doing much thinking and anyway, who cares, I'm sure this resort has seen a lot worse than two people enjoying a little morning pleasure, poolside." His amusement in her panic evident by his nonchalantness.

"But Tony," she began as he crawled his way up to face her, interrupting her with his lips, "It's okay baby," he kissed her tenderly, "No one saw anything," he cupped her cheek in his palm, "I would never put you in a position to allow your privacy to be compromised." He kissed her again. "Despite your utter inability to ward off my advances by getting lost in the moment, I did make sure that there were no wandering souls around before plunging you into an out of body experience." He smiled against her lips.

"Oh, did you now," she finally began to relax, "And what if I hadn't allowed you to take advantage of my delicate state?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Then I guess I would have tried a different tactic," he met her gaze, "But in all honestly, I have no doubt that you would or could have resisted my advances. You're the one that set the stage for it, I just showed up and performed."

"And what a performance it was!" She smiled against his lips; their eyes locked on each other. "Award winning may I add."

"I aim to please!" He captured her mouth for a full, enthusiastic, tongue-tying kiss.

Concluding their patio-side banter, they retreated back to the privacy of their suite to prepare for their day's activities.

The next seventy-two hours were filled with incredible outdoor water experiences; wind surfing, scuba diving, waterskiing and paddle boating by day while their nights consisted of romantic sunset dinners, oceanfront, fire dancer performances with Jamaica's famous steel pan bands and reggae grooves, a classic piano bar where they danced cheek to cheek, along with endless hours of reaffirming their love for each other.

By Saturday, they had explored every inch of the resort and enjoyed every activity it had to offer. Last on their list of to do's before departing the island for the second leg of their honeymoon adventure, was to ferry over to the resorts private offshore Bahamian Island for the day. Arriving at the exclusive island just in time to enjoy an exquisite seafood buffet lunch, Tony and Angela spent the afternoon relaxing beachside on a hammock for two, walking the shore hand-in-hand relishing in the beauty of their surroundings and partaking in a friendly beach volleyball game with another couple. Lucky for their marriage and Tony's competitive need to win drive, Angela's volleyball skills came in handy as the honeymooners beat their unsuspecting rivals, two matches to one.

As the afternoon blue skies began to crimson into shades of burnt orange and red over the shimmering sparkle of the crystal-clear waters, the honeymooners enjoyed a private candlelit dinner, in a secluded gazebo perched on the pier, overlooking the azure waters off the white-sand beach. The gentle sounds of the lapping waves completed the picture-perfect setting. Enjoying their four-course gourmet meal, served exquisitely by their private waiter, Tony and Angela reminisced of their first week as husband and wife while enjoying a few fabulous bottles of Robert Mondavi Twin Oaks wine.

Completing their dinner, they began to leisurely stroll back towards the ferry dock on the opposite side of the island. Passing a secluded beach area cascaded by sand duns and rocks, Angela suddenly grabbed hold of Tony's hand, dragging him towards the water.

"Angela, what the hell are you doing?" Tony exclaimed.

"Going for a nighttime dip in the ocean!" She returned casually.

"Sweetheart, we don't have our swimsuits, we're in evening attire and you're drunk!" He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as they came to a stop at the edge of the shoreline, waves just mere inches from their bare feet.

"I'm not drunk!" She protested. "A little tipsy perhaps but far from drunk, unless of course you count drunk in love with my handsomely sexy husband?" She leaned into him, grabbing his shirt, and pulling him into her to join their lips.

"Hummm," he moaned against her mouth, "I love drunk in love Angela." He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her tight into his embrace.

"Good, then let's go!" She twisted out his arms and before he knew what had happened, her dress dropped to the sand and she proceeded into the water, scantily clad in only her silk bra and panties.

"Holy SHIT," he crowed, quickly discarding his trousers and shirt as he followed her into the water.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" She waddled over to him, wrapping her long arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers yet again.

As their pelvis's came together in their embrace, Angela smiled against Tony's lips, "I do however feel something that might be hard." She released one arm from around his neck and slid it between their bodies, landing her hand on his perfectly erect member. "I think someone liked my idea?" She grinned.

"Can you blame him?" Tony pushed a lose strand of his wife's golden locks behind her ear. "There's not a moment I see beautiful wife, clothed or unclothed that he doesn't pay attention." He pulled her head to him and engulfed his lips onto hers.

A few moments passed as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, their lips merged, their fingers entangled in each other's hair, their bodies fused together, as waves crashed upon them, nearly tumbling them into the water.

Giggling at the splash of the water that nearly sent them crashing into the water, Angela broke their embrace and took a few steps away from Tony.

"Where you going?" He protested at the lost contact.

She said nothing.

"Angela, don't you go wandering too far into that water, it's dark out here and we've been drinking, and I don't intend on having to make a midnight water rescue."

Still no reply.

Just as he was about to lose sight of her as she descended further into the water, he noticed a white piece of fabric tangling from her outward, extended hand, "Oh Tony," she whimpered, "Help me!" She continued. "I'm stuck in this terrible undercurrent and, and," she stuttered with laughter, "It's ripped my top off! Please come rescue me." A damsel in distress tone in her voice.

Tony's lips broke into a large smile at the realization of her distress. "I'm coming honey, I'm coming!" He replied, diving into the water towards her.

Reaching her as she splashed in and out of the water, submerging herself and reappearing with each crashing wave, Tony grabbed hold of her and cradled her in his arms as he walked them out of the water onto the shore.

"Oh Tony, my hero, you saved my life," she looked up at him adoringly as he placed her gently on the rock encased sandy beach, "How can I ever thank you?" She smiled at him; the memory not lost on either of them.

"I'm sure I can think of something," their eyes locked on one another, a devilish grin plastered on his lips.

"Only if that something is the same something I'm thinking of," her voice low and seductive.

"Well, let me see," he ran his hand up her side, landing on her firmly exposed left breast, his thumb gently circling around her already hard nipple.

"I think we're thinking the same thing," she leaned into him, crashing her lips onto his, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth.

Leaning her back onto the white, moonlit sand, the couple made love along the shoreline of the private island as crescent waves of clear blue waters crashed around them under the glow of the star-filled night.

They were one, joined together in the perfect dance of life. Every experience a new song in their playlist of love.

They spent the next hour in flawless rhythm before gathering their belongings and heading back to the ferry that would return them to the main island so they could prepare for the next half of their honeymoon adventure.