I gazed at the ocean and couldn’t believe the spectacular view. The cool ocean air gently swept through my light brown hair like a soft wave. Marcus chose the right place. My heart warmed as I thought of my husband on the first day of our honeymoon. A year ago, I would have never thought I would be married today. I was dedicated to my career and enjoyed dating. A serious relationship was the last thing on my mind when my best friend Tara told me she knew a guy I should meet. I went with no expectations other than to hope he was decent guy.
I talked to Marcus twice over the phone before meeting him in person. When he described himself to me, I was surprised to discover he was black. I had dated a few black men in the past, but race has never been an issue. Tara had not known this fact. I felt she introduced us simply because she has a thing for black men with big dicks. Tara has never dated a black guy and made me test the water for her. I was disappointed in her actions, but since my phone conversations went so well with Marcus, I decided to meet him anyway.
Right away, Marcus and I clicked. I felt that warm tingly feeling inside every time we saw each other. For some reason, I decided to wait a while before having sex with Marcus and was never so happy with a decision. Marcus is by far the most talented man in bed I have ever experienced. If I hadn’t gotten to know him beforehand, I would worry sex is the reason I love him so much. Our first night of sex was mind-blowing and it got better as we grew closer. I have never loved and lusted so much for a man as I do for Marcus. Our relationship is like a tropical paradise. Yes, we have powerful storms now and again, but when the skies clear, we are still in paradise. Not once have I ever denied Marcus his passion for sex, even during those storms. That’s why it’s been so hard for me to hold back a few little things for him until our honeymoon.
As I returned to our honeymoon suite, I could hear Marcus in the shower. I licked my lips as I thought of my husband’s sexy body wet and covered with soap. I moved towards the mirror in the bedroom and opened the thick white cotton terry hotel robe. I inspected my body from head to toe and smiled with pride; I am in the best shape of my life. Soon after I met Marcus, I started exercising again and I finally began seeing results. The lingerie I wore accented my body perfectly. A white sheer lace flyaway babydoll hugged the curves of my breasts and a tiny matching thong framed my cleanly waxed pussy. This was the tamest piece of lingerie I had brought on the trip and I couldn’t wait to show it and the others to Marcus. The sound of water stopped and I quickly covered myself. I sat on the plush bed and crossed my legs showing a little thigh. My heart fluttered with excitement as I heard Marcus moving in the bathroom. “What are you doing, Honey?” I asked eagerly.
“I’ll be out in a second, Princess,” Marcus responded.
I love it when he calls me Princess; it always put a smile on my face. Since the first day, Marcus has taken extra care to make me feel special and I am so happy to be his wife. “Mrs. Ashley Hunter,” I whispered to myself as I held my hand to admire my magnificent wedding ring. Marcus walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His dark chocolate body glistened from the remaining water droplets he had missed. I wanted to jump him right there and show him the skills I’d been saving for this day. Somehow, I remained levelheaded, but noticed he kept his right hand behind his back. “What do you have behind your back, Sweetie?” I questioned as I approached him near the bed.
“It’s nothing Ashley, just a little wedding gift. I want to thank you for becoming my bride. I want you to know how much I love you and how happy you’ve made me. I’m the luckiest guy on earth.”
I looked into my husband’s sexy eyes. “Oh Marcus, you didn’t have to give me anything. I love you and the ring itself is way to much.”
“I know but I want you to have this,” he said as he gave me a small box elegantly wrapped in white and silver paper. I opened the beautiful box and couldn’t believe my eyes. A diamond and platinum bracelet glittered. It was the same bracelet Marcus and I had seen in the jewelry store when we bought my engagement ring. I joked with Marcus about the bracelet and how I wanted it for our tenth wedding anniversary when we could afford it.
“Oh my god, Marcus,” I finally spoke. “We can’t afford this. What will we do about money for a house? How will we pay for this honeymoon? I can’t accept it. I know you want me to have it but we have other things we need to take care of,” I pushed the box into his hands.
“Princess, I would never do anything to hurt our future together. I have a confession. I hope you won’t be mad. Your ring and this bracelet are paid and I have a little more in the bank than I told you. I’m sorry. It’s not like I didn’t trust you to know how much money I have but it’s something I don’t talk about. I didn’t tell you, because I know you’ve worked hard all of your life. I wanted to surprise you with this gift. I don’t want to keep any secrets, Ashley. I love you,” Marcus looked into my eyes as he handed me the bracelet.
I looked into Marcus’s big beautiful brown eyes as my green ones began to tear. My heart fluttered with emotions and my knees weakened. I jumped into my husband’s strong arms and hugged him tight. I kissed his lips and sucked his tongue deep into my mouth. I tasted my salty teardrops. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Baby,” I moaned in his ear. “I’m going to make you so happy, Marcus.”
“You already have,” he replied lovingly. I kissed him deeply.
Marcus helped me hook the sparkling bracelet around my wrist. He looked so sexy with that big smile on his face. I felt my body crave him, wanting to please him like never before. “I have a little gift for you too. It’s kind of a gift for my handsome groom. It’s killed me to withhold it from you for so long.” My hands traced his strong back to the edge of the bath towel around his waist.
“Ashley, what in the world is it?” Marcus questioned.
“I really need to show you, Honey,” I said as I snatched the towel off of his waist and dropped it to the floor. “Sit in the chair. I’ve got something for you.” I dropped my robe to the floor and knelt before my ebony altar of passion. I lightly stroked Marcus’ heavy sack with my nails. I watched his mahogany cock uncoil and conceitedly stand at attention between his thighs. My hand closed around his dark brown shaft, stroking it lightly. My mouth watered as a beautiful drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his mushroom. I wanted that wonderful familiar flavor of my husband. I guided his cock towards my lustful lips.