Love Redeemed, Book 4 (33 page)

“Wait,” she calls out lazily. “I don’t want to leave just yet. This spot is everything. I want to stay here, wrapped in your arms all day.”

Little d
oes she know; I feel precisely the same, but in my plan, we’d be more entwined. I keep that thought to myself as I reach for her hand. She takes it and lazily rises from the floorboard.

“Oooh,” she crie
s out as she slams into my chest. “I gotta pee.”

“Go handle your business
,” I order. “I’ll wait over there for you.”

I
saunter over to the side deck, collapsing on the padded bench. My body is drained as fuck. I close my eyes until I hear Rayna return. We eat in companionable silence and mutual exhaustion, and afterwards she cuddles up underneath me. We watch another super yacht pass us, pointing out the luxury features we can observe from afar. Then things get quiet. Rayna’s out like a light. Uncharacteristic, blissful chatter can do that to an otherwise guarded woman, I guess.

A female
crewmember comes to clear breakfast and offers to bring a blanket to cover a tulle-attired Rayna. As I agree to it, I smile, ego filling my chest at her picking out this sexy nightgown to wear for me,
as my wife
. I’d love to rip it off her, but clearly she’s just as enervated as I feel. Minutes later, the crewmember returns with the blanket, collapsing it on top of us and that’s the last thing I process before I go under my damn self.

~~~~~~~~~~

A warming sensation burgeoning from my groin reaches up to my skull and stretches down to the tips of my toes. My scalp prickles and my belly jolts, stirring me from sleep. Distinctive warmth hits my face, and then I feel my bottom lip softly tugged from my face. My abdomen jerks again, this time it feels like forbidden pleasure.

A s
lickened muscle swipes my mouth, slowly. Then I hear, “Azmir,” almost in a pleading whisper.

I c
an feel my toes flutter to an awakening…again spawning stirring heat from my core. It’s some eerie and arousing shit. I can smell a familiar scent, feel acquainted warmth, and weight moving fluidly against my body. The pulling of my bottom lip returns and then my eyes finally flicker open. 

The sun
has set, illuminating the golden embers of the captain’s salon right above us.
We slept the day away
. The motor still vibrates like a lullaby beneath, and water stretching miles out and seemingly above is damn near pitch black, but I soon gain perfect sight of the disturbance of my sleep.

I s
ee an unsmiling, uncomical, and mostly staid Rayna over me. With one arm, she steadies her hovering
and humming
body over mine, and the other arm is pointing south, stroking my cock. I now realize it’s what’s causing my jerking. Her damp mouth is parted and her are eyes smoldering with concentrated desire. I slant my neck to look down at exactly how she’s gripping me. As I see her hands pulling and pushing me, stroking me up and down, I swear, I can blast the fuck off from the sight of it alone.

“You haven’
t touched me yet,” she breathes into my mouth. Rayna then ducks her head and dips her wet tongue into my mouth, once again and withdrawing with my lip suctioned between her lush lips. “Remember, when you showed me what sex would be like for your wife the night before you left for Atlanta?” she doesn’t give me a chance to answer, but I register the occasion in my foggy brain. “Well, this is what sex is like with my husband after six weeks without,” Rayna whispers before positioning herself over me. I can feel the misty heat from her sex suffusing my pelvis. My cock twitches in anticipation of her as her pussy suspends over me.

And then
her pliant feminine lips slams onto me, bringing juice sputtering down my stick as she descends. I suck in a full breath.

“Ooooh!” Rayna crie
s out as her eyes squeeze shut as though she’s in pain.

Fuck
!

She’
s tight, only able to sluice in two-thirds of me before stopping. Her heavy eyes open and shoot to mine like daggers. She’s panting, out of breath already. I’m not too far behind, reveling in her tightness. I find that my back has risen inches off the padding of the bench. I can feel her inner-muscles percolating around me. She needs to move. Rayna
has
to begin her grind or I’ll go fucking crazy.

She move
s her face closer to mine and murmurs, “We only have a few minutes before the captain returns.” She shutters over me, gripping me like a vice. I’m hanging on by a thread, about fucking to lose it. “I need you…need you so bad. Make love to me, Azmir.”

Rayna push
es down forcefully until her naked flesh slaps against my hips.

“
Baby
,” I cry out, having lost all constraints. My need for her supersedes any desire for privacy at this point. I grab her by the hips and thrust upwards, eventually working my way into decisive strokes, making sure she feels me in her heights even.

And even though she’
s used the term making love, Rayna isn’t requesting that. No. She wants to fuck and that’s very clear as her soft flesh slams into me, clutching tight, jerking me to and fro. I see the sweat sprouting from her delicate pores as she gyrates wildly above me.

Our bodies join in such harmonic sequence.
Physical familiarity has returned. A harmony beyond any previous plateau in our lovemaking. As Rayna claws my shoulders, I feel a zinging sensation. Fuck if it isn’t a spiritual transfusion, making this experience with Rayna powerful, far more satisfying than physical sensory. It’s goddamn catalytically soul-stirring. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters—some bad, some good, some horrible. And sex with Rayna has always been unparalleled, but this—this phenomenon is an experience unto itself. As our trembling bodies slam into each other, I feel whole.

There’
s a sheath of pleasure over the pain in her scratching my shoulders, trying to hold on to me for dear life. I’m so caught up that I don’t feel Rayna’s orgasm eclipsing. I only realize it’s upon us when she pops her torso straight into the air and grabs the front of her neck with one hand and my right knee behind her with the other. And when I see the traces of blood and small pieces of my chafed skin underneath her white coated nails, my balls tremble and my upper body and feet soars from the bench simultaneously and jerk back down in sequence, uncontrollably. I can feel the barreled loads shoot into her canal each time my body leaps.

What the…fuck!

If this physiological response happened with anyone but my wife, I’d be an insecure man. To allow my body to succumb to such emotional and physical pleasure is beyond my comprehension. I feel raw, vulnerable.

“Azmir!” Rayna
cries out, while her arms encircle me.

To anyone else, that calling of my name would be perceived as panic, but to the person on the other end of what we’
re experiencing—what we’re making together, I know she’s embracing my flight, padding my landing. I shiver as unadulterated languor encloses me.

She thr
ows her soft body onto mine, pinning me to the bench with a grip of my shoulders in an impassioned embrace. I’m assessing my body, observing my heart trying to beat out of my chest, the sweat that envelopes my entire frame, and my head that’s slowing its spin.
What was that?
I can’t bring myself to complete comprehension. I can only
feel
the explanation of it, not verbalize it.

In the recesses of my befuddled mind, I c
an make out the muffled sounds from voices above us, in the captain’s salon. Futilely, I wonder if they heard us. I can’t feel my toes to give a fuck.

“Oh, my god, Azmir!” T
hat cry is in alarm. Rayna lifts slightly to gain my gaze. “Your shoulders are bleeding!” she holds up her bloodstained palms. Her eyes are horror-stricken.

I look to my left and right, observing my
slit shoulders. Sure enough, they’re smudged in blood with fresh traces ejecting. I don’t feel the stinging sensation until now. However, the smarting pain can’t rival the endorphins floating through my veins or the warming balm that stretches the full length of my body.

Fuck!

“I’m so sorry, baby,” she grimaces. “I got carried away. I could help myself. Oh, my god…I’ve never felt anything like that be—”

I cap that last word with a hard kiss. I unleash my tongue to wildly explore every crevice of her delectable mouth. Rayna fold
s into me instantly, moaning helplessly into my mouth. The kiss is so captivating, I forget to breathe.

I
barely hear the captain, who obviously doesn’t know we’re tangled beneath him, announce the chef’s call for dinner. Rayna belts out a conspirator’s giggle, and then covers her mouth with the back of her hand as if that helps from tipping anyone off. In her delirium, she even has the nerve to hold the shushing finger to my face. I have no damn clue who she’s quieting besides herself. I haven’t whispered a word; I’m still coming down from what she put on me moments ago.

We need to get up to wash th
e blood off her and tend to my shoulders. It’s apparent that we have a dinner order to put in as well. As I lift both our bodies from the bench, making sure Rayna’s ass is covered before I turn the corner for the steps to the lower deck, she tries to fight her giggling fit to examine my now brooding state. I’ve been perceptibly preoccupied and not with her in mirth.

“
Fuck,” I finally murmur over a hard exhale. “We’re buying this boat.”

She then br
eaks. Rayna can’t contain her cackle…all the way to our shower.

I
’ve arranged for us to cruise for seven days starting in Los Angeles with stops in Puerto Vallarta and Cabo San Lucas. Our next few days are filled with recreation, sun bathing, swimming on and off the yacht, island hopping, shopping, drinking, eating, hiking in the Sierra Madre Occidental Mountains, exploring, and feverish smashing. We only have a week to celebrate our union due to our demanding work schedules. I’ll be heading out of town just a few days after returning from my honeymoon. Besides, Rayna was insistent on not taking too many days off work.

Nonetheless,
during our week-long celebration, I bond with my wife, teaching her how to swim in the ocean amongst other things.

~~~~~~~~~~

The yacht was docked just off Baja and we were diving off the open deck of the boat. Rayna’s sun-kissed bronzed skin looked sexy as fuck in her sun yellow string bikini over her well-toned figure as she stood at the lip, prepared to jump. Her eyes were big in anticipation, though it was her third time in a row plunging into the Pacific. Each time, her contemplation was shorter than the one before. I did the countdown from below as I squinted, shielding the hard sun from my eyes.

“5-4-3—”

Buzzing with excitement, Rayna leaped into the cool water, screaming on the way down before I was through. I heard the splash a few feet away, and when she came up, Rayna brushed her face with her hands, looking around for me. Marcus and a few other crewmembers cheered her on. When she located me, she swam over, wrapped her legs around my waist as she clasped my frame.

“How was that one?” she pant
s in my face, covertly asking for my approval.

“Much better, Mrs. Jacobs,” I reward.

Rayna then kissed me with her tongue and I tasted the salt of the ocean. I couldn’t give a fuck. My wife was happy and nothing could please me more.

That day
, Rayna was a tamed learner. Another excursion brought out the Tasmanian devil in her. We were docked on Puerto Vallarta while water skiing in Cabo when Rayna became overzealous along with our boater. I guess she’d conveniently forgotten she was a novice to the sport. We were mere yards out from shore and Rayna wanted to exert bravado and hold the handlebar with just one hand while she tossed the other in the air, and thrust her hips over the water. The instructor stressed to us the importance of maintaining a steady grip of the bar to avoid losing balance in the water. Well, once Rayna was skiing behind the water boat, she felt the urge to alternate swinging arms in the air. She sang to herself and even at one time, squatted.

I yelled over to her from the back of the boat to cut the shit, but drunken minds don
’t take too well to heeding. Rayna had downed three glasses of margaritas, well past her alcohol limit of two. I noted it, but thought
fuck it
,
she’s on her honeymoon
. Well, during her skiing, my lady wanted to charm me with seductive moves. And while it frustrated me, it excited our boater who zig-zagged in the water to have her tits bounce in the air.

I called out to him once
and he did not reply, but did stop zig-zagging. We were returning to shore at this point and I’d guessed they wanted to have last minute fun. Minutes later, he did it again, encouraged by Rayna’s hooting and yowling in the water.

“
Hands on the bar!” I roared out to her.

She
’d caught on to my rebuke, but it didn’t have the correcting effect I was going for.