Chapter 31

Taking her without foreplay was probably a crime somewhere, but given they had been teasing each other on and off for a few weeks now…that had to count for something. Mark hoped karma wasn't coming in the form of an early pop-off, that'd just be embarrassing given it was their wedding consummation. "I missed you, too, darlin'."

Nuzzling down her jaw, one hand slid between their bodies to position himself against her entrance. Marlize was so hot and inviting, he could feel her wetness lubing the head of his cock as he purposefully ran it up and down her slit, finally sliding inside of her just enough to cause them both to gasp. Pulling his hand back, Mark took her leg and gently guided it up to hook over his hip, locking eyes with her again.

"Ready, Marlize?" Slow, go slow, she hasn't had sex in years…God, please…don't let me cum like a child.

"Yes…yesssss…" Marlize's body melted further into the bed and her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head, her thighs already trembling. "Don't stop…keep pushing in…" She breathed out when it felt as if Mark was going to stop, the burning sensation engulfing her walls as she stretched to accommodate his massive size and girth. Her hands gripped his tattooed, sleeved arms, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch and Marlize felt their foreheads press together, her eyes opening to lock with his. "Almost there…oh, Mark…" Finally, he was fully sheathed inside of her and, although it was somewhat painful, it felt exquisite as well. That familiar warmth washed over her in waves, and once she was sure she was acclimated to him, Marlize tightened her leg around his and sensually kissed him. "Home, I'm finally home…" She began to move with him and moaned, her hands caressing his massive, chiseled chest. "You're my home, Mark…" I want everything with him, anything he wants from me, he can have. I'm surrendering everything to him, he has all of it, all of me.

Mark had to learn how to breathe all over again, his mind instantly going back to their first time together. This was almost exactly like that, he had to stop to let them both adjust, her being stretched out and filled so fully, and him to the tightness that had threatened to smother his cock to death. "Am I?" It was a rumble, filled with lust and longing, not upping the tempo because this was a good pace to start off with.

It was leisurely lovemaking, perfect for cementing their marriage as well as their full, proper reconciliation. They had all the time in the world for ground and pound and he already knew he was going to torment her out on the beach, just to remind her that he still had a devil inside of him. Maybe make her sit on his face again…the thought had him throbbing even as he was loving her, feeling her walls clinging to him, trying to keep him from pulling away.

"You're so fuckin' tight, Marlize…"

It was absolutely perfect.

Marlize couldn't have hoped for anything more than slow, intense lovemaking with her husband for the first time, for their consummation. She knew why Mark was going slow instead of balls to the wall because she had voiced her nervousness to him. Moving with him in sync, their fingers laced together as Mark suddenly rolled them to where she was on top, gently riding him. It was all gentle and slow because they were reacclimating to each other, her body rising and falling on him, riding him the way he wanted. Marlize also didn't increase the tempo and speed, keeping it the same as he did, and their heavy breathing, moans, and groans echoed around the room and out into the ocean. Leaning forward, her breasts were right in his face and she cried out softly as he started thrusting up in and out of her while capturing a nipple in his mouth, swirling it around his tongue.

"I wanna cum, oh fuck I wanna cum for you…make me cum for you, Mark…make me yours!" FOREVER!

Nodding, his mouth was a little too busy enjoying those breasts, taking his time with each one, refusing not to give them equal treatment. That would just be a crime. However, he did pick up the pace, gripping her hips to guide her in a faster motion, feeling her coming down just as he was rising, their bodies colliding in perfect unison.

"Fuck…" It came out muffled, Mark refused to remove his face from her chest and she was tightening even more around him if it were possible. A second later, he had bent his knees to give himself more leverage, hearing her own gasp and smirked wickedly, beginning to pound her from beneath. Hearing the very satisfying sound of flesh smacking against flesh, beginning to echo around them, resonating around the room. "Fuck, darlin', I can feel you tightenin', you're trying to kill me!" But what a way to go!

Marlize couldn't breathe, let alone speak, holding onto him for leverage while meeting him for every thrust, pretty sure Mark was going to break her in half. She wanted it. She craved it. All she wanted to do was completely shatter into a million pieces on top of him and loved the power he showcased. Her breasts bounced against his face and he still refused to stop worshipping them, making her heart swell along with her pussy, her walls wrapping him in a warm, velvet tight cocoon, squeezing him with each passing second.

"THERE! Oh GOD! MARK, OHHHHHHH YESSSSS!"

The orgasm ripped through her like a powerful tornado, flooding her husband and she shrieked his name again since her climax triggered his. Mark emptied his seed deep inside of her, not stopping his thrusting until his cock physically deflated, forcefully leaving her heaving body. Marlize had collapsed on top of him, her breasts still on his face and she moved a little to where she wouldn't suffocate Mark, finally rolling off him to land on her back, their bodies coated in a thick sheen of sweat.

Holy. FUCK!

"Holy…fuck…" Mark managed to gasp out what they were both thinking, running a hand down his face as his dazed emerald eyes tried focusing on the ceiling over them. The blood was thundering in his ears, keeping a frantic pace with his heart, and his cock was STILL twitching. It wasn't until the blood rush had leveled out and he could breathe again that a thought occurred to him, rolling onto his side to look at her. "Darlin'…" The last time they had sex, he had knocked her up. They had a lot of sex in a short amount of time and the woman was fertile, or he was. "Not to ruin the moment, but…don't suppose you're on anything?" If not, he would laugh at his own idiot self because it was too late now.

Honestly, the idea of more rugrats running around wasn't the worst thing in the world either.

Turning her head to stare back at him, Marlize could not help laughing and slowly shook her head, scrubbing a hand down her sweaty face. The ocean breeze felt amazing against her skin and she pressed a hand over her pounding heart, feeling more alive than she had in a long time. "I'm not going on birth control either, so if I end up pregnant again, it's simply meant to be." Reaching over, she stroked his face with the back of her hand, pure happiness radiating from her body and through her eyes. "More red-haired angels sounds just fine to me. We could have an entire football team or basketball team, if you want." Mark had a big enough house – well, they did now that she was married to him. The look on his face was priceless and Marlize shrugged, meaning every word she said as she stretched her lithe body. "And I don't mean to ruin the moment, but…if you want me to stay home and quit my job in WWE, to give Aven and Maren more stability, I'm fine with it. You were right, the road is no place for our babies and I'll do whatever you want, Mark. I can stay home and take care of the kids, the house, the animals, and keep the fires burning for when you come home to us."

"We are not talking about THAT on our honeymoon." No mention of work or how this was all going to work out.

Mark knew the road wasn't really the life for children, not permanently. Visits here and there, but most kids -emphasis on most because he knew there were outliers- needed structure, boundaries, and things like that. Not to mention, road weariness was very real. He didn't care about the birth control; Mark could always wrap it if it came to that and he did not mind taking one for the team, them being the team.

"We'll sort out the logistics when we go back to reality, Marlize. Right now, this is about US and only us, not all that." This was meant to be their private, personal time, and he did not need the real world intruding on it.

The real world had a habit of beating them up.

"Christ, don't get your panties all in a bunch, Mark." Marlize rolled her eyes, slipping out of bed and walking over to really feel the ocean breeze on her face, the smile still on her face. "You're stuck with me now, there's no getting out of this or backing out. This is what you wanted, the old ball and chain, and now you have it. It goes both ways, too. And what's wrong with talking about reality on our honeymoon? It's not going to change anything. I'm still your wife and you're still my husband. And I'm telling you that I WANT to stay home with the kids. I don't want the kids on the road anymore. We can come visit you on the road whenever you have a big match, like at WrestleMania or one of the other big pay-per-view events. Or when you need a date to one of Vince's red carpet events that the WWE does sometimes. I don't mind getting all dolled up for your sake and being on your arm for those." The more exposure they had together as a married couple, the better chances of her safety and protection, though Marlize wasn't even concerned with that, not in this gorgeous place.

"Woman, you said if I wanted." Mark reminded her with some serious arrogance dripping from his tone as he got up and walked up behind her, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist to pull her back into his body. They were by themselves, so he had no problem walking around nude, definitely preferring her this way. "So make up my mind, it's MY way or what YOU want." He was teasing her, hearing her huffing at him and began laughing, his eyes roaming the sparkling waves out there, knowing she'd probably be out there with them before long. It made him wonder if Marlize would be truly happy in Texas, especially if she did stay at home to keep those fires burning, as she eloquently put it. "Would you prefer Florida over Texas?" The thought was already there and the words out with Mark looking down when she cocked her head back to look up at him. "Closer to the ocean?"

"Didn't you hear me during our lovemaking? You're my home, Mark. Wherever you are, that's where home is to me. A house is just a house. A state is just a state. I love the ocean and you know that, but I've also grown fond of Dallas too. And you're a Texan at heart and that home you have has so much love in it. Besides," Marlize turned in his arms, kissing the middle of his chest and tightened her arms around him, smiling softly. "We can always go to Orlando to the property you have there when we want a taste of the ocean. We can have both. Texas and the ocean." The way he smiled at her melted her from the inside out and she leaned up to softly kiss him, completely comfortable being naked as a jaybird on this veranda. "And as far as making up your mind, it's OUR way – You and me are a team now. It's not just your way and it's not just my way, it's OUR way, my dear husband. And as much as I do enjoy my job in WWE, I know it's best for the kids if I stay home and let them go to regular school, make friends, and have a stable home life for a change. We were stable up until I had to leave Hawaii and now we're stable in Dallas, and I want to keep it that way."

"Just a thought, darlin', it's not unusual to have two houses, you know, seasonal shit."

Mark couldn't see why they couldn't spend summers and breaks in Florida. There was a LOT to do there and he knew the twins missed the ocean, missed the water, especially Maren. She took after Marlize a LOT in that aspect and his heart twinged a little, realizing he missed his daughter and son. He had loved them the moment he knew about them, but that love had grown over these past few weeks as it really sank in that they were HIS kids. Getting to know them, Aven and Maren, had made that love so much stronger and he now could not imagine his life without them. His only regret was missing out on so much; maybe it was why Mark wanted to give them the world now and he could afford it. "I want you all to be happy, and I know how much you and Maren love this." He gestured out at that water. "I can't move the ocean to Texas, but I can give you an ocean front view, just say the word, Marlize."

Mark would do it. He would give up Texas for her, all to make her and the twins happy. Marlize missed them too, not remembering ever being away from them for more than a couple of hours at most. Now, they were going to be away from them for an entire week on their honeymoon here in Jamaica.

"But would YOU be happy in Florida, Mark?" Marlize didn't want to make him miserable and felt him lift her to carry her out on the veranda completely, sitting her between his legs with their feet in the cool, gentle, crystal clear water. Walks on the beach with the twins and any other children they had sounded incredible, but Marlize knew how much that ranch meant to her husband. "Please, I want you to be happy too and I'm scared that if I tell you I do want that ocean front view, you'll resent me for it one day." She took his hand and kissed the back of it, holding it against her cheek while his arm tightened a little around her waist. "I'm happy no matter where we live, now be honest with me, would you truly be happy living in Florida on the ocean, or do you want to stay in Dallas at that beautiful ranch?"

Mark didn't look at it as giving up something so much as trading one thing for another, something more important. His family was the most important thing to him and he'd do whatever it took to make sure they were safe and happy. "Yes, I would be happy in Florida." He answered after considering it for a minute or two.

He loved his ranch, there was no two ways about it, but he also wasn't home enough to enjoy it properly and he didn't plan on slowing down either. Mark knew he was getting older, but he didn't FEEL it; he always felt like he had just a 'little more' to give, more gas in the tank, if that made any sense. He supposed it would to other wrestlers, who were at the prime or were towards the end of their careers.

"Let's compromise, so it puts your mind at rest, Marlize." She was right, they would need to do that a lot if they were going to do this properly. If this marriage was going to be something more than just protection and stability for their children, it needed compromise and respect between them. Love was already there, even if they both hadn't said it yet. Well, SHE had, but he hadn't. "We'll do, for the next year, vacations and summers in Florida, okay? And if it works out, that's great and we can either continue that or move to Florida and make Texas the vacation spot. What do you think?"

The biggest smile crossed her face and she turned completely to move to straddle him, passionately kissing her husband, pouring everything she felt into it and more. "That sounds perfect to me. Absolutely perfect." She rubbed her nose gently against his, draping her arms around his neck and could feel him rising beneath her backside, needing him again. "Make love to me right where we're sitting, out here in front of the ocean, handsome." Within minutes, Mark was deep inside of her, after turning her around, so she was bouncing on and off of him while both faced the ocean, her head turning to capture his mouth while he drove his cock in and out of her, her moans and cries echoing off the water.

This would truly be a honeymoon neither Marlize nor Mark would ever forget.