Chapter 115 CHAPTER 115

Chapter 115 CHAPTER 115
Ethan Morgan. 

After playing in the water for a while, tiredness begins to creep in softly. The laughter becomes more spaced out, the movements slower. I lean against Gabriel, still inside the sea, resting my arm on his shoulder.

"I think I overdid it a little..." I say, laughing softly.

He runs his hand through my wet hair with that calm look that always reassures me.

"We should rest a little. We're still tired from the wedding, the party... and the long flight."

I nod without arguing. For the first time, agreeing to rest doesn't sound like a waste of time to me.

We walk out of the water slowly, picking up the clothes we left scattered along the way. We enter the room laughing at our own mess. Everything feels too light, too good.

We head straight to the bathroom. We put our clothes in the basket and, taking our time, strip off what's left. When we step under the shower, the warm water falls over me like a hug.

I close my eyes for a few seconds.

My God... the Maldives.

I still can't believe it.

It feels like a lie.

It feels like a dream too beautiful to be real. Yesterday I was at an altar, saying vows, surrounded by people I love. Today I am here, in a place I only used to see in photos, married to the man of my life.

Gabriel washes my body carefully, with the same attention he has always given me.

I smile to myself, feeling my chest tighten with happiness.

When we finish, he grabs two towels hanging in the stall. He wraps one around me first, adjusting it affectionately, and then wraps the other around his own waist. We leave the bathroom still a bit dazed from tiredness and joy.

As soon as I reach the bedroom, I throw myself onto the bed without a second thought. I don't even care if the towel slips a bit or not. I spread my arms, laughing to myself.

I am happy.

Happy in a complete way.

The wedding.

The party.

And now this... this absurd, beautiful, and unexpected gift that my mother-in-law gave us.

I turn my face to Gabriel, still smiling like a child who just got everything he ever dreamed of.

If this is a dream... I hope I never wake up.

"I love you, Biel. I've never been this happy in my life. I still can't believe I'm married... and spending my honeymoon in the Maldives."

He climbs onto the bed and lies down next to me, pulling me gently until I fit against his chest. His arm around me makes me sigh.

"I can't believe all this is real either," he says, his voice low. "We went through incredible moments, through difficult moments... and now we're here. Married. Celebrating our victory."

I let out a soft laugh and turn over, getting on top of him, still laughing.

"Tomorrow... the day after tomorrow... and the day after that too... I'm going to spend the whole day in the water. Just like a manatee."

He laughs out loud, throwing his head back.

"Hey."

I give him a light slap on his chest, making him laugh even more.

"W-Why a manatee?" he asks, between laughs. "And not just a fish?"

I shrug.

"I don't know... a manatee feels more like me."

He laughs again, but soon his gaze changes. It becomes calmer and deeper. His hands hold my waist firmly in that way that always makes me feel safe.

"I love you, Ethan. My beautiful husband."

I smile, feeling my chest tighten with emotion. I lean in slowly and kiss his lips.

The kiss begins peacefully, without rush. A soft touch, loaded with everything we lived through. But soon it changes. The pressure increases; our mouths fit together with more desire, more hunger.

The heat grows between us as he deepens the kiss, pulling me closer as if there weren't enough space between our bodies.

My breath hitches. The kiss becomes slow and intense at the same time, the kind that makes the whole body react. It isn't just affection; it's desire mixed with love; it's accumulated longing. I feel the shiver rush up my skin as our mouths meet again and again, in no hurry to stop.

My body begins to move on its own over his, drawing a muffled sigh in the middle of the kiss.

"Ethan..." he whispers against my mouth, his voice heavy with desire.

"I want to... Biel. I want to make love," I murmur between our lips, before marking his mouth with a gentle bite.

In the blink of an eye, I am flipped onto my side. His mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck, making my breath hitch.

"Yes... Biel." My voice comes out low as his tongue moves down to my chest, sparking an intense shiver. "Ah..."

And it becomes clear that I am not the only one consumed by desire.

He moves down slowly, his mouth teasing my skin with kisses and light bites, leaving a hot trail wherever he passes.

My legs react on their own as he positions himself between them, pulling the towel away without ceremony and tossing it to some corner of the room.

His mouth finds my thigh, first affectionately, then with more intensity, sending shivers that rush through my entire body.

"Biel..." My voice comes out low, heavy with need. "Don't tease me like this... I missed you so much."

The sound he makes betrays how much he is also consumed by desire. His proximity makes me lose control; when his mouth engulfs my intimacy, it makes me hold my breath, and each of his movements leaves me more surrendered.

"Like that..." I say softly, my fingers closing into his hair, asking for more, without needing to say anything else. "So good."

The suction of his mouth against my cock shakes my entire body.

"Ah... Biel... I want to suck you too," I beg desperately.

I want to taste you.

I want to feel your texture again.

He sighs, completely affected. He lies down next to me, his chest heaving.

"Put that delicious ass of yours in my face, my sun. I want to lose myself in your flavor."

I moan whiningly at his words and do exactly what he asks. I step my legs over each side of his body and lean forward, undoing the knot of his towel calmly, feeling the heat of his thickness in my hand.

Without wasting any more time, I swallow as far as my mouth can go.

"Fuck... Your little mouth is so soft, my sun. That's it... Keep going just like that."

Just hearing his moans and his raspy voice makes my whole body shiver. I close my eyes tightly as I feel his tongue touch my entrance. The sounds he makes while exploring me are too lewd.

Too sexy.

I run my tongue over his tip, tasting the pre-cum, and take him in once more. Feeling his intimacy go even deeper into my mouth, making him shudder beneath me.

I feel my body tense up as I feel him insert a finger without stopping sucking me. The sensation of his tongue is so good that, when I realize it, I am grinding.

Wanting more.

Begging for more.

My body relaxes very quickly, enough for him to insert the second finger. I lick his length while jerking him off. I suck hard on his tip without stopping the movement of my hand.

"Ethan! Like that! Don't stop! Oh, fuck! Swallow my cock."

I obey. Swallowing his cock. I push myself to the point of managing to take all of it inside my mouth.

"Fuck! Oh... Ah."

I feel his cum drip down my throat. I swallow it without any problem, running my tongue over my lips, tasting the bitter sensation of his climax.

"Damn. You sucked me so good I couldn't help it." He sighs and grabs my waist. "Now, push that good ass over and rub it hard in my face."

A shiver runs through my body, but I obey. I rest my hands on his stomach, pushing my ass further back, sitting on his face.

"Ah! Biel!" I feel his tongue enter inside my entrance.