Tease
The newly married Diana Prince-Wayne lay in her lounge chair on the beach of the private tropical island that her new husband, and now she, owned. The last several weeks had been a whirlwind of finalizing details and harried preparations for the wedding, but now they were finally on their honeymoon and could just enjoy being together as husband and wife.
She sighed contentedly as her thumb absentmindedly brushed back and forth against the platinum of her engagement ring and new wedding band. They had been married for a total of three days and it had been amazing so far, spending their honeymoon all alone in their very own tropical paradise.
She pulled a stray curl out of her face as she drew a deep breath. The feel of the sun warm against her skin, the sound of the waves lapping at the beach just past her toes and the continual breeze coming off the ocean all served to remind her of her island home.
In a word, it was perfect.
She shifted in her seat, allowing her raven ponytail to hang over the back of her lounge chair. She knew that her husband was roaming around here somewhere, exploring the island and no doubt getting himself into trouble of all sorts.
He seemed to always find trouble…or trouble seemed to find him as he so adamantly claimed on multiple occasions. She only agreed with him to an extent because she knew all too well her husband's penchant for throwing himself headlong into the waiting arms of utter and complete disaster.
The corners of her lips tilted upward as her thoughts took her to the many other things that she loved about her very handsome and charming husband. He was finally all hers for as long as the fates allowed, and she was determined to make the most of every single moment of their lives together.
Diana adjusted her sunglasses, suddenly feeling as though she was being watched. She furtively peered this way and that in hopes of spotting her predator before he actually snuck up on her but knew it would be a difficult task. Her husband was highly skilled and was not about to be discovered so easily.
Pretending to be oblivious to his presence, she reached over and took a sip of her iced tea, disappointed to find the ice had melted long ago leaving her with warm tea. She didn't exactly feel like going into the house for a refill, far too content where she was at that particular moment especially with her husband nearby.
Knowing that Bruce was out there somewhere watching her, Diana decided to give him a little tease. She sat forward, languidly stretching her arms above her head before grasping hold of her ponytail. Pulling the band free, she shook her hair out, her raven mane spilling down her back like an inky waterfall. She repeatedly ran her fingers through her locks, knowing how much he loved her hair.
Somewhere off in the distance, an almost imperceptible growl drifted on the breeze that caressed her body, alerting to the fact that he was closer than she had first anticipated. He was somewhere off in the jungle to her left, probably near the edge of the tree line watching her from the safety of the shadows.
She bit back a smirk as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun, keeping up off her neck. She had actually considered cutting her hair once several months ago and had been met with an overt objection that bordered on sheer panic by her lover. It was a topic that was never to be broached again.
Opting to torment him a little further, she reached up behind her, untying the thin navy-blue string of her bikini that was tied behind her neck. She let the strings fall down past her shoulders, earning a sharp intake of breath from her concealed predator. Unfortunately for him, she stopped there, leaving her top on.
Deciding that she had tormented him enough for now, she sat back in her lounge chair to wait for his arrival. There was no harm in leaving him wanting more…denying him what he wanted until he finally made his presence known to her. It added even more excitement to the game.
She tamped down on the shiver she felt racing through her. The thought of him out there somewhere watching her…stalking her in such a primal manner created a warm pool of excitement to settle low in her belly. She swore she could feel the heat of his gaze raking across her skin much like his teeth had done this morning in their bed, his lips and tongue following the path he had created along the length of her body.
She still bore the love marks that he'd left behind on her body this morning though they had already begun to fade considerably since the sun had first risen. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be creating new ones and very soon.
Diana decided to hasten his approach along a little bit, her desire for her husband intensifying. She lifted a long, toned leg, moving it to the side of her lounge chair to toe the wet sand beneath her. A small wave crashed against the legs of her lounge chair, pooling around her ankle before disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared.
She pulled her leg back up onto the chair, leaving her knee bent so he could get a full view of them. The only thing that Bruce Wayne loved more than her hair was her legs. She lightly trailed her fingers down her thigh to her knee, slowly tracing her way back up to her hip bone where she began to play with the knot that held the bottom of her bikini to her body.
She continually ran her fingers over the knotted strings as if trying to decide whether to pull them free or not. Toying with him was just far too fun. She swore she heard a strangled noise coming from somewhere on her left, but she wasn't absolutely certain. The sound had almost immediately been swallowed up by a bird's call to her mate.
She felt her body grow tense with sweet anticipation, knowing he was so close, but not certain where exactly he was at. It seemed to intensify everything around her—the heat of the sun, the continual brush of the ocean breeze against her skin, the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing deepened, the steady hammer of her heart beneath her breastbone.
It was thrilling and exhilarating and if he didn't show himself soon, she swore she was going to…
Before she could finish that thought, a sudden shift in the water alerted her to his presence. It was her only warning before her husband suddenly appeared out of the water only to pounce on top of her. He held himself up by his forearms, hovering above her and keeping her pinned to her lounge chair.
Diana squealed loudly as water dripped from every muscular curve of his body onto her, getting her all wet. "Bruce!" she cried, looking up into her husband's face as drops of water splashed onto her. "You're all wet!"
"And you are such a wicked tease," he huskily answered her just before his lips crashed into hers.
He settled the full weight of his wet body on top of hers, savoring the feel of her against his skin and the way they perfectly lined up with one another. His tongue sensually grazed over hers as his fingers tugged on the strings of her bikini bottoms, more than anxious to divulge her of what little clothing adorned her gorgeous body.
He brushed his nose against hers, tilting his head to ghost his lips over hers. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, smirking up at him. "Looking for something, husband?"
"I believe I've found it, wife," he murmured something determined and possessive and filled with lust.
"You got me all wet," she pointed out, her hands roaming over his back.
"You don't seem to mind," he commented as his mouth searched hers out once more. "Besides, I think you wanted me to find you."
"Do you now?"
He hummed his response as he nodded his head, his lips descending on her jaw. "You were intentionally teasing me, and you know it, princess."
"What were doing spying on me?" she murmured with a gasp as he removed her bikini top, her bottoms abruptly landing on the beach next to the matching top.
"I wasn't spying," he claimed as he kissed along her throat, pausing to suck hard on her pulse point and causing her to squirm beneath him as she raked her fingers through his hair. "I was merely exploring the area when I stumbled across the most breathtaking sight."
"You were definitely up to something, Mr. Wayne," she noted, removing his bathing suit in eager expectation of what they were about to do. There was something so provocative about making love on the beach.
"I'm completely innocent," he stoically maintained.
"Oh, there is nothing innocent about you and I have three days of personal evidence to vouch for that fact."
Bruce chuckled against her throat with her response. "I'm innocent until proven guilty," he huskily told her as he began to kiss his way down her abdomen.
His hands and mouth began another thorough exploration of his wife's body, one that he had performed countless times before and yet was more than anxious to begin all over again. He may not be innocent, but his wife wasn't exactly innocent either.
She was such a sexy tease.