#2903: Where Passion Caught Us
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Carine and Rob are finally married and they go on vacation to continue to celebrate this new chapter of their life. Once they reach the tropical island they aren’t able to keep their hands off of each other even for a second...
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Ever since the day of our wedding, I felt like I was on cloud nine. It went great, without a single thing to make our day worse, and I was very grateful to all my family and friends for it. Collin and I had been together for five years and I couldn’t believe that we were finally married and about to go on the best vacation of our lives.
I felt so happy and excited that there was nothing that could get me down. Well, except for a few things. While planning the wedding, I forgot to account for a significant event which, I was afraid, was something we should’ve never skipped – our first night together.
While I was just planning the wedding everything seemed perfect – we were going to celebrate, have enough time to say goodbye to everyone, settle everything that was left to settle, and go straight to the airport to catch an almost twelve-hour flight to the tropical islands where we were meant to spend our honeymoon. It seemed perfect, right? I thought so too, but in the end, I realized that there was something I missed – leaving time for us to spend together between these two events. My mind was filled with fantasies about me and my husband finally celebrating our union not only with champagne but also with sharing the pleasure only we could give each other. Maybe I thought that I was too tired for it after the wedding, maybe it just slipped out of my mind, but the result was all the same – we didn’t get to it and later, as we were sitting in the airport, I wasn’t thinking about the beaches with the white sand and palms, I was thinking about how much I wanted to touch my husband and fuck him. I wasn’t sure if Collin felt the same, but I was curious to know.
Once we sat down, waiting for our boarding to start, I leaned to Collin and whispered my questions to him, wondering about his reaction. He instantly raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I could tell that this situation humored him. He asked since when I was this horny and for how long I was thinking about it. I felt my face turn red. I didn’t want him to think that sex was the only thing I was thinking about, even if it was. I nudged him, reminding him that Collin didn’t answer my question yet. He gave me a long look before he leaned to my ear and made the situation worse.
He told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about tearing my clothes off ever since he saw me in my wedding dress, that he wanted to kiss every inch of my body over and over until I’d be only capable of moaning his name. I was shaking as he said those things to me, feeling desire rush through every part of me, but he only started by torturing me.
Collin told me that he planned to make me cum as many times as I’d be able to handle, in every position we’re capable of until we’re both so tired we’ll collapse on the bed, unable to move for at least a whole day.
He moved away and looked at me with an innocent smile which made me even more mad. I slapped him on the shoulder, telling him to not play with me like that. We had a long flight ahead of us and I didn’t want to spend it thinking about all the things he was going to do to me once we landed. He laughed, saying that if I’m so impatient there’s always a lavatory. It was a joke, I could tell, but this idea, once it got into my mind, wouldn’t leave no matter how much I tried. I kept thinking about it, imagining it, even though I knew I wasn’t brave enough to pull something like that. I would’ve been too afraid to get caught to ever attempt it. Collin saw my reaction but didn’t say anything, and I was grateful for it.
Soon we boarded our plane and I felt happy that very soon we’d reach the islands and our honeymoon would officially start. While most of the plane was packed, there was a spare seat in our row and I was very happy for a chance to not share our space with anyone. I could sit close to Collin, leaning against his shoulder, thinking about all the wonderful things waiting for us.
I was pretending to be patient, but in reality, I could barely sit straight. Ever since Collin told me about getting together in the lavatory my mind was filled with fantasies about it, all of them leaving me aching and burning to feel his touch. I sighed and he asked me what was wrong. I just shook my head, not ready to talk about it. But Collin knew me too well to just let it go.
He asked if I was still thinking about consummating our marriage in the lavatory. My cheeks turned pink again, and I hid my face in his shoulder so he wouldn’t see how embarrassed I felt. It just made him laugh. Collin leaned to my ear again and I knew he was going to say something terrible to me, something that would make my body ache even more, but he still continued to speak.
He told me that he would’ve loved to see me, with my hands pressed to the mirror, my breathing fast as he kissed my neck, touched my body, and made me feel good while all those people were just outside, able to hear any loud noise I’d make. He wondered how long I would last if he ate me out there the way only he could, which always made me scream. What I would do while trying to keep myself quiet? Yes, having sex as a married couple for the first time would’ve been so much more romantic on an island, but doing so in a public place, in a surge of passion, would’ve been much hotter. He asked me if I thought so too and I was only able to whimper in return. He was torturing me, we both knew it, and I hated Collin for it, but I also wanted all those things he promised me to actually happen and I was torn between my desire to act decent and, well, real desire to get fucked fast and hard and feel the release I needed.
Collin moved away and looked at me. I could tell that he wanted it all too, but he would’ve never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do. He told me that we could do it if I wanted or we would wait until we landed, he didn’t mind either way. Of course, I could tell that he didn’t want to wait, but that was one of the reasons I loved him so much – he always put me and my desires first. And my only real, true desire at that moment was to feel him inside me, one way or the other. And I wanted it to come true.
I got off my seat and told him that I needed to use the lavatory. I gave Collin a long look, so he could see what I actually meant and follow me. He smiled and nodded and I knew that he understood my intentions. Due to our luck, there were a lot of free lavatories on the plane and my only concern was whether Collin would be able to find me or not.
Once I got inside I was reminded about how small that space was and I started to worry – how the two of us would be able to not only fill inside but also have sex there. A few minutes passed by and I was starting to panic when, finally, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and allowed Collin to get inside before we locked ourselves inside.
He looked around, then looked at me. I laughed, saying that it was the least romantic place for us to do it, but Collin just shook his head, telling me that any place is romantic as long as he’s there with me. I was once again reminded why I married him, but we didn’t have much time for sentiments. We could get caught or interrupted at any moment and we weren’t going to waste our time.
Collin moved me, leading me by the hips, until I wasn’t pressed to the small sink. He kissed me with love and passion, his hands started to run up and down my body in a familiar way, igniting the desire I felt ever since we got married. I wanted him, I needed him more than anything or anyone else and he knew it, he was ready to give all of him to me.
He put his hands under my shirt and bra, massaging my breasts, teasing my nipples and making me let out soft whimpers. He laughed, reminding me that we needed to be quiet. While that part of the plane was noisier than the rest, I knew that if we weren’t careful we’ll get heard and we’ll get caught very fast.
He kissed my neck, gently sucking on the sensitive skin, and I knew that if he won’t stop doing these things to me I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. I told Collin about it and he took it as a challenge, which I didn’t fully hate.
His hand dipped down, to my pants, under the elastic, and into my panties. He rubbed my clit and I spread my legs wider, wanting more of his touch. I wanted him so badly I was afraid I’d cum before he would even be inside me, but he was quick to change things up.
Collin turned me around, making me face him and myself in the mirror before he pulled down my pants and then his. I felt his cock, hard and throbbing against my slit. He wanted it just as much as I did, there was no doubt about it. He teased my entrance with his tip while looking at my face through the mirror. He reminded me about the things he promised and said that they were about to come true, all of them.
I let out a moan when he entered me and Collin instantly covered my mouth with his palm. He told me to moan out as much as I wanted now, no one would hear me. And then he started to fuck me – rough, hard, just the way I needed to too. I felt his cock sliding inside my slick walls and could barely breathe because of how good it made me feel. He teased me for so long, my thoughts were filled with desire for too long, and I simply couldn’t hold on for long.
My pussy squeezed him hard, making Collin stay inside me, as I finished, shaking and screaming into his palm. I accidentally pressed something and the water started to run, bringing me back to reality. I looked back at my husband and laughed. We both enjoyed it more than we should’ve.
We didn’t get caught and soon were on our way to the hotel where we were going to spend our honeymoon, continuing to have amazing sex and celebrating our new union.