Paradise

We arrived at the beach house in Myrtle Beach, Virginia. Grammy gave Nash the keys to it, and we had it for seven days. We got out of the car, and Nash picked me up, carrying me over the threshold, taking me upstairs. He carried me into a room and set me down. After kissing him, I retreated to the bathroom to change. It took time to get out of my dress, but once I did, I promptly turned into the outfit that the women packed for me, skimpy lingerie. I walked out to find him only in his boxers. I don't know why I was so nervous, considering this was Nash, and we already had sex. I guess now that we didn't have to hide the fact we're married made everything seem surreal. I walked over to him, and he placed his arms around me, engulfing me as he captured my lips. When he pulled back, we were trying to catch our breaths, and I could feel the lust blazing in his eyes. It made my body heat. Things started to get intense between us as he took control and started to roam my body with his lips and hands until the lingerie was on the floor. "Much better, I prefer this look over all others," he said in a husky voice, making my cheeks heat. Then he dropped his boxers before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I wanted him more than anything right now. My body was craving him, his touch, his kisses, his whole being. The minute he slid inside, I let out a groan as he started thrusting inside of me. Things got so intense between us that he picked up the pace until I screamed in pleasure, and he released with a loud groan. We stopped to catch our breaths as he looked into my eyes. "God, I love you so much." I couldn't help but smile like a fool. There was something about being with your husband that differed entirely from just being with a boyfriend. "Shall we go again?" It was a question that slipped his lips quickly and effortlessly. "We can go all night long," I purred, causing him to take me repeatedly until we both collapsed into a peaceful slumber. I had a feeling the entire time we were here; we would spend a lot of time in the bedroom, naked. That was fine by me, at least we have privacy. I woke up the next morning to find Nash has gone and the shower running. I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. A few minutes later, the shower turned off and out walked Nash in just a towel wrapped around his waist with him drying his hair with another cloth. "Good morning, wife," he greeted me with a smile. I don't know what it was, but just hearing him say that was a turn on or the fact he was only in a towel with water dripping down his naked torso. "Morning, husband," I grinned. He walked over to me and kissed me. Since last night was terrific, I returned the favor. I reached for the towel and pulled it from him. Then I leaned forward, placing my mouth on him. He let out a low groan. Then I went to work, letting my tongue slide all over, then I glanced up. His head was lull back as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him. He enjoyed it so much that he placed his hands in my hair, guiding me. After a few minutes, I tasted it. The saltiness that invaded my mouth as Nash groaned, knowing he just had his release. I swallowed and pulled away, looking up at him. His head snapped down. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" He questioned me. "Kat gave me a few pointers," I giggled. "Nixon is a fortunate man," he responded with a smirked. It didn't take long for him to recover as he reached down and grabbed my legs, yanking me forward as I fell back. Then he slipped inside and went crazy. It didn't take long for us to find our release as groaned together. Once we finished, Nash said, "I think we need another shower." "Didn't you already have a shower?" I looked at him, confused. "Yeah, but not with my wife," he smirked, then it hit me. Well, in that case, why not? One can never be too clean. After we showered, we dressed and went downstairs to eat. I was starving. Nash and I made breakfast together. I could get used to this since we would work together in the bakery. We whipped up some waffles, bacon, and eggs. Then he placed the food on the plates while I poured us some coffee. While we sat and ate, I had to ask him, "So, did you do that a lot before we got together?" He stopped mid-bite and looked at me, confused. "Do what?" "You know, service yourself?" I asked sheepishly. He about choked on his coffee. I sat there, trying not to laugh. Once he caught his breath and cleaned himself up, he answered, "Well, considering, I didn't have many options. I had to take care of business." I couldn't help but grin. "What?" He looked at me curiously. "Nothing," I answered as I shrugged. "Mags, what?" His annoyance was coming out in his tone. "It's just to know your husband was beating off to the image of you when you were a teen, and he was with someone else. Cute if you ask me," I smirked. He gave me a look and said, "That's not funny." "I think it's adorable. To know that even back then, I could give you a hard-on," I said while leaning into Nash. "Oh, you think that's adorable?" He asked me with a stern look. "Hmmm," I mumbled. "I'll show you how adorable I can truly be," he said with a seductive look. He quickly got up and placed me onto the table. Yanking aside my panties, he undid his shorts and dropped them. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I could not get enough of him. As he thrust inside of me, we were getting syrup and food everywhere, while knocking over our coffee. Note to self; we may have to eat out for the duration of this trip. Once we finished, he buried his head into the crook of my neck. "Woman, what has gotten into you?" "I can't help it, Nash. I want you all the time," I panted. "If we keep this up, Grammy may just get her to wish," he said, taking a breath. I giggled. He pulled out of me and pulled up his pants as I fixed myself. We showered, then we cleaned up the mess we created. I had to admit; breakfast was delicious. We left the beach house, catching the sights and swimming, but most of the time, we were chasing each other around inside of the home naked. We got a little exuberant and marked every place in the house. At one point, Nash had me bent over the counter as we went at it. Holy hell, this was insane, but I loved every minute. He was like a machine, and I could not get enough of it. I thought something was wrong with me. In the entire time we have been together, never once did I crave sex as I do now. Even after we eloped and were married, I didn't want it as much as I did now. As for Nash, I think he was enjoying it as much as I was. That could be a problem. Our week finally ended, and we made our way back home. Nash had another surprise for me. Now, what did he have planned? But it always worried me that it would be like what Nate surprise Pat with after they got married, a rundown house. She told me what happened and how she had to deal with Nate and his brothers, on fixing it up. It's the current house they live in today. All I knew was whatever it was. I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. In a few days, we had to meet up with Nate and Pat at the bakery. Kate had given them the key. It was all set up and ready to go. They were overseeing it until we returned from our honeymoon. We also had to get ready for Nixon and Kat's wedding. So much to do in such a little time, but first, I needed sleep. Sleep is what I wanted at the moment. With that, I fell asleep with my head on Nash's shoulder. I'm exhausted but contented and happy.