Jagger winks at her but leans into Oran. “Take a picture with me, bro. Let’s give them more material.”
Oran leans over for the picture and Jagger wraps his arm around him and presses their cheeks together. The result is Jagger with a cheese that shows all his teeth and Oran scowling. Berke snorts and drowns his Blood Mary. He looks at Dallas as he licks the remainder off his lips.
“And this is the circle you were itching to enter.”
Dallas perks up, his hazel eyes are full of sunshine. “I’m very happy to be here.”
Everyone laughs and I can’t miss the opportunity to mess with my big brother. “See? Someone appreciates us.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumps but I see a hint of a smile. He moves over until his light-brown eyes connect with Imala. “May I be excused, mum?”
Imala rolls her eyes but leans over and pats Berke on his bearded cheek. “As long as you’re good and get your homework done.” She looks at me, her eyes big and innocent. “They grow up so fast.”
Berke laughs at her quick comeback and stands. “Fuck all of you, and I mean it with love, but I have to go catch Bowie’s yacht party. You know what Will Ferrell says, Boats and Hoes.” I snort; there’s never been a more accurate statement to describe my brother and Bowie’s lives. Berke pats me on the shoulder. “Have fun on your honeymoon. Just ask yourself what would Berke do and she’ll be in love before the night is over.”
I roll my eyes at his advice as he disappears.
Chapter Eighteen
Caerwyn
I watch my wife as I take a sip of my tea. We’re sitting across from each other at the table the rest of our party has vacated. Our flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow and we could technically go to one of our homes, but what’s the fun in that? It’s just us now. We have the room for the night. Knowing she’s waiting for me to make a move has my body taut with anticipation. Every passing second feels like foreplay. We don’t speak. It’s not necessary; our thoughts are in the same place.
Imala hasn’t changed overnight. Her wardrobe is still full of clothes that are too big for her smaller frame. The clothes no longer irritate me. They tease me. Her oversized t-shirt droops to the side to reveal her smooth shoulder. I never thought an innocent body part could be so alluring.
Her pink tongue pops out to moisten her pouty lips as her eyes track the finger I’m using to trace my mug’s rim. We’re both imagining it on her body. My plan to tease her is backfiring. Giving in, I rise and head to the elevator. I suppress a smile when Imala falls into stride with me.
The elevator is full, but no one pays attention as we enter. We settle on opposite sides towards the back. A family of three is chatting with a couple about how exciting their visit to our famous amusement park was and the couple discloses their celebrity hunt that started with driving by our family homes. I keep my amusement to myself. Had the couple remained at the hotel, they would’ve hit pay dirt.
Imala tries to hide her face in her shirt lest the couple begin to pay attention to their surroundings. I’d been off the island long enough to not be at the top of the Founder’s-Kids-Sighting-Most-Wanted list. The couple exits first, and our eyes meet once she relaxes. I undress her in my head as I run the tip of my tongue along my teeth. She blushes when she catches my intentions. Imala licks her lips and I study them, remembering how good they taste. I want to feel them all over my body and I want to see them wrapped around my dick. I withhold a groan. It’s going to be so much fun teaching her how to suck dick. We don’t move once the family jumps off; we’re too busy mentally fucking each other. I know my thoughts are dirtier. She may read about sex, but I have experience.
Imala’s gaze drops to my hardening dick and I adjust myself for her amusement. The elevator pings and the doors slide open just as I tuck my hands in my pockets. Leading the way again, I exit and go to our suite, Imala is right behind me once I push the door open. A jolt of sexual energy travels through my fingers when I grab her. Her breath catches in surprise when I press her against the door and cage her between my palms flat on the wooden surface. I lean in closer; not at all shy about my dick poking her.
Gripping her just under her jaw, I release an aroused hum at the feel of her pulse racing underneath my thumb. We used the same soap this morning, yet she smells so damn sweet some of my patience slips. I turn her head to the side and slide my tongue up the column of her neck.
Her whimper makes my dick happy. “It’s my turn, wife.”
Dipping my hands under the hem of her shirt, I allow my fingertips to glide up her silky skin as I lift then remove the shirt. Goosebumps pebble her skin as I take my time removing her bra. The sight of her breasts makes me moan. Last night, seeing her in the lingerie almost made me cum in my pajamas. I loved unwrapping her as my wedding gift. Fuck everything else we had the crew take back to the house. I have everything I wanted from the wedding in the hotel room.
Imala’s tits-full and dusted with light brown nipples-spill into my hands. Testing their weight, I squeeze them but don’t give her nipples attention just yet. Her anticipation of my touch has my dick leaking.
“Did you know some women can cum from nipple play?”
I leave that information out there then take a broad lick of her nipple. Her shiver has me ridding her of everyth
ing touching her body until she’s completely bared to me. Imala watches as I kick off my shoes and lose my shirt. I’ve shucked everything but my boxer briefs when I pull her to my body and steal a kiss. It’s rougher than before, branding and greedy. Imala returns it, pulling my hair as I tongue-fuck her mouth. Excited, I grind against her as I grip her ass.
Imala starts to claw at the band of my underwear. Her enthusiasm makes my dick ache. Pulling away, I push them down, but she doesn’t get much of a chance to set her eyes on my dick. I spin her around, trapping her wrists on the door above her head.
I rub the head of my dick along her ass cheeks, my pre-cum leaves a shiny trail to mark my territory.
“First, I’ll fuck you from behind. Then I’ll teach you how your husband likes to be fucked.” I reach around and rub her clit. She’s so fucking wet; her juices soak my fingers. I press my thigh between her legs to widen her stance. “You want me?”
“Yes, please,” she begs.
I love her eagerness. I press my tip to her opening, groaning at how hot and wet she is for me.
“Arch your back, Caterpillar.”