Bianca — Epilogue 2
Another four months later…
We spent the first half of the morning surfing. Keeping up with Will was next to impossible, but the longer we spent on Cupid's Cove, the better I got.
"What about the hike to the waterfall? We were going to go for a swim," I asked in between kisses, but Will was already too far gone, not that it took much.
"Later," he mumbled into my mouth, before his fingers fumbled for the zipper of my wetsuit.
The sound of him pulling the zipper down mixed with our eager moans as our little pecks turned into a deep, toe curling, passionate make out session. It always surprised me how fast he could get my clothes off, even when it came to things like wetsuits. As he peeled the fabric from my skin, he replaced its presence with his warm hands, making me shiver.
By the time the wetsuit fell to my feet, we were still stumbling around in the corridor of the first floor.
Will reached out for a door, his mouth still sucking on mine as I repaid the favor of removing his wetsuit with speedy fingers. A door swung open just as I went down on my knees before him.
"Much, much later," he said, falling back against the wall as I stroked his dick with both of my hands.
"What about yesterday's picnic? You said we'd do that today too," I teased, looking up at him as I dragged my tongue up and down his dick, feeling it harden against my lips.
"I'll give you something to put in your mouth," he said, wrapping my hair around his fist impatiently and forcing his cock into my mouth. "That beautiful mouth of yours looks perfect wrapped around my dick," he said, resting his hand on my head as I started worshiping his cock.
I twirled my tongue around every bit of his cock I could get to while pumping the rest with my fist, reveling in the occasional tugs on my hair, as he maneuvered my head to move the way he wanted it to. My mouth opened wide, tongue hanging out, to cram more of him inside of me. Before he lost patience, I wanted to have a taste of every inch of him.
Up and down his dick my head bobbed, forcing more and more into my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck Bianca," he moaned, eyes falling shut as his hips started pumping.
My hands moved to his hips, preparing for our little back and forth of who could force the most of his dick down my throat. Feeling like teasing him, I sucked mercilessly hard on every inch until his dick started sliding down my throat. Then I sucked all the way back to the tip as hard and fast as I could. This went on for a few more rounds before he pulled back on my head and started pumping roughly. He watched me intently for this part with conflicted eyes as he fucked my mouth and tears ran down my cheeks.
"Now, I want to be inside you now," he growled, unceremoniously yanking my head off of his cock
When he said now, he'd clearly meant it. I was barely on my feet when he spread my legs, gave my pussy a little rub to check that I was wet. Then he grabbed my thighs, picked me up, lined my pussy up with his cock and impaled me on it.
"Will! Fucking hell! Aaah! Fucckk!"
I glared at him as he licked his lips, dark, lustful eyes watching me spread wide for him as I screamed my head off.
"I am your wife now, you know. The least you could do is—"
He grabbed onto my hips, lifted me off his dick then dropped me back down onto it.
"—give a girl some warning!"
"Fucking long reception. We could've used that time in better ways," he grunted, repeatedly bouncing me up and down his dick as he stumbled into the room, not bothering with the door.
Somehow we made it to the bed, still joined as one. He laid me down on my back, grabbed onto my breasts, put my legs on his shoulders and started pistoning in and out of me for all he was worth. All I could do was lie there, scream and writhe in passionate pleasure. I gave my body over to him as he pulled my ass off the bed and up against him to fuck into me deeper.
He slowed down when the orgasms took charge of my body, easing in and out of my leaking pussy as he lowered us both back down to the bed.
"Aren't I the best husband, making you feel so… Good?" he said tauntingly, rubbing my breasts round and round in circles as he trailed kisses between my breasts and up my neck.
This man was impossible. Sometimes he started out hot and heavy, manipulating my body until I couldn't see straight. Then there were times like now, when he'd suddenly slow down and just be all over me. There was no stopping of course, but I couldn't even be mad at him.
Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his eyes always on me. Watching to see if he was pleasing me. Not that he ever wasn't. Raw and animalistic or doting and loving, I simply couldn't get enough of him.
"I love you, Will. You're absolutely the best husband ever," I muttered with a wobbly smile, a stray tear slipping out of my eye as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper into me.
"Don't get sappy on me now," he said, kissing away the tears as he rocked gently against me, always watching me, always eager for my happiness. "I will go back to fucking you like a maniac," he scolded with a grin.
It was only a few days after our wedding and we'd left everything and everyone behind for our honeymoon. For the entire December, it would just be us. No problematic families or work crises and no more toy soldiers on the island, just like he promised.
I did continue to cry, as I saw the love I had for this man mirrored back at me. The feel of his weight on me. Every tantalizing second as he stroked deep and slow inside me. All the happy memories swimming around in my head. Everything overwhelmed me.
His lips hastened to kiss the tears away once more.
"How did you know you'd be bringing me back here?" I asked him, feeling his impatience building once more as his dick started leaving and reentering my pussy faster.
His eyes found mine again as both of our breaths turned shallow once more.
"I didn't, I just hoped," he said, thrusting into me hard and deep.
A fleeting sadness touched his eyes. He shoved his dick into me hard and fast, as though fucking me would erase the thoughts in his head.
I let out a cry, letting those words sink into my heart.
Before long, his entire body was pinning me down and he was fucking the breath out of me.
"I spent every night on Cupid's Cove touching you, trying to persuade you to keep letting me. Hoping someday you'd let me love you with more than just my body," he rasped into my ear.
My back arched, the words triggering a long, drawn out orgasm as I watched his body stiffen and pleasure flooded through his nerves too.
"I'm going to make you so happy you won't be able to stand it," I vowed, lightly combing his hair as he collapsed onto me. "I'll fuck love into your heart whenever you want me to."
Will chuckled into my wet hair.
"That is what we did, is it?" he asked, gently rolling off me, before taking my hand into his, turning his head to the side to look at me. "In that case, consider me always in desperate need of your love."
He grinned at me with that same sparkle in his eyes that he had on our wedding day. Although the circumstances that had brought me here, to this island, to him, were less than ideal, I knew I'd be grateful for them always. Will's love was complete. Eternal.
"I'm going to hold you to that, Will Hunter," I said, crawling into his arms. "You're my miracle."