I want to start off with thanking you for your patience. I hope it is well rewarded. No matter what we do, sometimes life gets in the way of our hobbies.
As always I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it.
I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it.
Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner.
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I squirted a wavy line of lotion over her freckled shoulders and began to massage it in. She let out a low moan of appreciation.
"Can we just stay here forever?"
I just laughed and worked my way down her naked back. The here was the cliff top village of Ravello Italy, just up the hill from the Amalfi coast, in a room overlooking the sea.
"Where ever you are is where I want to be, forever."
Her hand reached out and ran up my leg gripping tightly once she'd extended as far as she could reach. I thought back to a few days ago when I woke up to the bright smile of my wife and asked her if she was happy and felt my heart melt at her answer.
"If I were any more happy I would explode on the spot." She proceeded to show me just how happy well into the morning, which facilitated our families in getting to know each other better without our presence being required.
Despite the fact they had never met before the past week both families blended well together. Our mothers were both teachers of a sort, the fathers didn't take long to start chatting over a glass of Ireland's finest old whiskey. Jimmy the clown and Shannon would soon have their comedy act polished for public performance. Sinead was showing a slightly rounded belly now, having conceived not long after our St. Patrick's day trip. She and Pam talked babies and motherhood for hours. I worried for Jimmy, but knew he'd make a great dad, just like ours, when the time came.
The wedding was everything we could have hoped for, and everything we would have wanted had we taken the time to plan out every step. The hotel came through with flying colors and we wondered just how to make Kylie, our event planner, benefit from our gratitude.
I worked down Cate's back to where the bikini bottoms were and laughed. She wouldn't go all in and prance around bare-assed in the sunshine, as she'd put it. She noted that on the hill next to this, there was another hotel with balconies also facing the deep blue of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
"The last thing I want is someone with a pair of binoculars, or worse a telephoto lens, getting a full view." She had spent the first afternoon on the small terrace in her black bikini but today got more daring and left the top inside the room, hanging from the door handle. There was a low wall which would keep prying eyes at bay while she got some sun. I was on hand, lotion in hand, to make sure that my delicate skinned white rose didn't turn from pink to red. Given enough sunshine she was tanning nicely though, freckles appearing along her shoulders.
"If you told me a year ago that I'd be here basting the most beautiful woman in the world with sunblock, I would have told you that you were dreaming. If you'd told me she would be my wife, I would have told you that we were both dreaming."
"Yet here we are, Mister Butler."
"That we are, Missus Butler."
She ended the debate, for those who had argued amiably over libations at the pub, about how she would be known after the wedding.
"Professionally I will remain Doctor Catelyn Murray PhD, but in all else I will always belong to Dylan and will henceforth go by Missus Catelyn Butler." She added broadly, with only a slight slur. Everyone agreed with her decision which she was happy to hear since the decision, as she pointed out, was hers to make.
I stood and bent forward and bit her backside through the bikini bottom.
"Mmm, just like a ripe peach."
"If you're hungry there's always room service." She laughed.
"I was going to wait for you to turn over and dine then."
"Oh really? Do let me get a few minutes of sun on the front first. I'd hate to look like a lopsided slice of toast, all tan on the back and white on the front."
I did just that after a slow massage of her breasts, stomach and legs she seemed entirely on board with the idea as I slid the bikini off. In an unexpected move Cate had gone to a salon and gotten a complete wax the week before the ceremony. To her embarrassment, and Shannon's humor, she had walked gingerly for a few days after. I, for one, was enjoying it immensely. I found it highly erotic when she was bare down there. I lavished my appreciation on her several times since and she seemed to enjoy the attention even mentioning that I should get waxed too, in front of her sister. They had a grand time teasing me about it for the rest of the evening.
"If you told me a year ago the most handsome man on earth would lavish his affections on my naked body at the drop of a pin, I'd have told you that you were crazy. Had you told me he would drop to one knee and ask me to marry him, I'd have had you committed."
"Yet here we are Missus Butler." I drew my tongue gently between her legs making her sigh. I attempted to take my time but her hips squirmed wanting for a quick release. I looked up her body which arched, her arms over her head holding the edge of the lounge chair tightly as she lifted herself up to meet my mouth. She bit her lip and moaned softly, as I did my best to get her to cry out. Her hips bucked upward as I finished her off, leaving her in a sweaty, gasping heap of boneless flesh.
"If anyone nearby has photos or video of that I'm going to throw you off this balcony."
"If anyone does I hope I can get some eight by tens, or a copy of the video at the very least." I bit gently into the flesh of her thigh.
"As soon as I feel like I can stand without falling over I will be taking you in, throwing you on the bed and having my way with you. Prepare yourself accordingly."
I picked up the sweaty glass of ice water I'd had and drank it down sucking an ice cube into my mouth. I leaned down and placed my cold tongue against her and she yelped nearly crushing my head with her thighs.
"Bastard!"
"I thought you'd like a little cooling off." I said and laughed.
She pulled the back of the chaise up a little, her smile was nearly as bright as the sunshine, her tiny sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She'd gotten the small lenses because she didn't want 'raccoon eyes' as she called them. Her hair fell over her shoulder, her nipples stood pink and very erect. She gave me the come hither finger and I leaned forward and kissed her, something I thought she would avoid after the first time I'd brought her to orgasm with my tongue, but didn't flinch at the thought of it. Her hand found its way into the small spandex swim trunks I wore.
"These need to go, now." She growled as she fought the stretchy fabric. She even made me stand up so she could wrestle them off more easily. I stood there at full attention.
"Give me the glass." She had an evil grin on her face as she took the glass, sucked one of the melting ice cubes into her mouth and rolled it around. Luckily my back was to the balconies of the other hotel at the moment and she took the line of sight to her advantage and leaned forward and licked me with her frozen tongue making me gasp at the sensation. She had me good and chilled and wet before claiming that I had best take her inside and perform my matrimonial duty forthwith. Who was I to deny a lady?
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