I stared out the open French doors, watching the sunrise over the deep blue ocean. A crisp warm breeze wrapped around my bare flesh and teased my senses with the scent of sand and salt water. The sounds of crashing waves and seagulls almost drowned out the faint breathing of the man in the bed behind me. The sky was still a dark blue only lightened by a touch of brightness on the horizon. It looked like it would be another beautiful summer day spent with my brand new husband, Keith.
I walked slowly back to the bed where he slept. His chest rose and fell as he took in the warm Florida air. It was tanned and covered with strands of dark hair. His shoulders were broad and strong. He was perfect in my eyes. He loved me like no one ever had, for all of me, even my soft tummy and full hips, which allot of men couldn't seem to accept as part of me. But Keith saw them as part of my beauty.
He opened his eyes and looked up at me. A smile came over his face as he took my hand and guided me down beside him. His fingers traced my nipples, teasing them slightly. A shiver ran over my body from his gentle touch. Keith pulled me over on top of him so my breasts were pressed against his chest and my legs were between his. I could feel him getting excited against my tummy. He pulled me closer to him so he could kiss me. His lips were soft against mine, his tongue searching for a response from my own. His big strong hands found the roundness of my ass, caressing and squeezing, lifting me so he could move in between my legs.