Honeymooners
THIS is what everyone is really looking forward to.
A friend of mine was talking about her honeymoon the other day and it made me think about the pure sexual energy during that time. Truly a different level. Hope you enjoy what that conversation inspired!
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I barely listened to the guide's words as we walked through the museum. That was a shame since I was the one who wanted to come and my husband, Kaden, just agreed to go with me. When we booked our honeymoon in France I was adamant that we shouldn’t just stay in the hotel room or go out to eat. In a country with this interesting culture, I wanted to see as much of it as I could. I wish I knew when I was booking the trip that my mind would be busy with anything but learning about the painting technique used for the portrait in front of me…
“Are you listening, Tina?” Kaden whispered, leaning to my ear. His hand was resting on the small of my back, making me feel the warmth of his palm.
“Of course, I do,” I frowned, not ready to admit that I missed most of the excursion because of the thoughts that kept coming back to my mind. “Are you doubting me?”
“I don’t,” he smiled. “Keep going then.”
We moved along with the crowd as I was mentally beating myself up. Why didn’t I stay in bed this morning when I wanted to so badly? Why did I feel the need to drag myself and Kaden out here, where I couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t touch him, couldn’t put his hand down my panties so he could feel the way I… No, no, bad thoughts! I couldn’t be thinking about that if I wanted to stay calm long enough to see the end of the walk.
It wasn’t a mystery for anyone what married couples usually spent their honeymoon doing. My bridesmaids and my older sister teased me about the sexathon we’d be getting at for months but I was sure that it wasn’t about us, that Kaden and I would mix having fun in the bed with having fun outside of it but something went wrong. I had an idea about what might have caused that change, but I didn’t want to admit that it happened even to myself.
“Tina,” Kaden rubbed my back again. “We should keep going.”
I swore silently, trying to get myself together. How did I miss every word of what a woman in front of us said? When I looked at my husband’s face I could see him silently laughing. He knew that I wasn’t listening and still, he was going along with it. I knew that he would tease me about it tirelessly as soon as we’d stay alone, but for now, he was more than calm with me acting so lost.
Like many couples, we were through our fair share of phases when we simply couldn’t take our hands off each other, spending every moment having passionate sex and I would’ve thought that it was just one of those moments if it wasn’t for one change that happened - I was off my pill for two weeks now and it seemed that my body desperately wanted to have a baby put inside it. Each time we had sex I was thinking about only one thing - Kaden’s cum filling me, giving us one more chance to become parents. This idea was turning me on in just a split second and, as we were walking through the museum, I felt a wet pulse between my legs, my clit asking for attention.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to go back to the hotel?” Kaden asked, rubbing my back and allowing his hand to dip lower to graze over my ass. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
We were standing in the back of the crowd and I knew that people around us wouldn’t see his move. He was looking at me with his eyes shining and part of me was sure that he thought about the exact same things I was thinking of.
“We can’t leave now,” I said, but my words came out with a whine. “The tickets were so pricey.”
I knew that it was the weakest excuse of all time, but I was still trying to fight my desire. Part of me was ashamed of me turning into the same sex-crazed person everyone became on their honeymoon, but would that really be that bad? I was with the person I loved, with the man I wanted more than anyone I ever did, so maybe this fight wasn’t worth it?
“And what would we do if we returned back to the hotel right now?” I asked Kaden teasingly, as the group we were a part of moved to the other painting. I could see in his eyes that he was ready to tell me all about it.
“I would undress you,” I heard his whisper in my ear. “Tease you and make you moan so loudly we might get kicked out of the hotel.”