Sam watched as Amily splashed around in the water like a little kid. She looked so playful and happy, her joy became infectious. She glanced back to where Sam sat, shining the most gorgeous smile as her hand waved feverishly. It was less than 48 hours ago they were married before family and friends in a lavish beach ceremony. Amily had looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, it had taken Sam's breath away. Their relationship had not had an easy start. Amily's parents had been so dead set against she and Sam dating that at one point they had cut her off and disowned her. But after some time and healing, they'd come around to the new school of thinking.
Now that they were partners for life and since they got on the plane, Sam had been thinking about just how to please this blushing new bride. It didn't help that Amily was sporting one of her sexier bikinis; the beige skimpy one with brown zebra print. The top barely kept her large golden breasts holstered and the bottoms (if they could be called such) just covered the globes of her luscious booty. Sam's mouth watered hungrily, praying the Corona would squelch some of the need. They needed to get back to the freaking hotel and now.
Standing up, Sam motioned Amily over. With the exuberance of a giddy kid, she ran over to her love, wrapping her arms about the broad shoulders of her new partner. Their lips smashed together in a passionate greeting much to the awe of the on-lookers around them. Sam ran long, gentle fingers through Amily's curly, lengthy locks, studying her eyes with a smoldering look.
"Let's head back to the hotel, baby," Sam said, huskily against Amily's her. "I'm hungry and I got a craving for some of your spice."
Amily giggled merrily, love playing in her dark brown eyes. "I got a craving, too. But you may have to catch your lunch."
With that she raced off, leaving Sam to chase after her.
It had taken them no more than a minute to get to their bungalow. Amily's parents had gifted them a gorgeous two weeks in a secluded resort in Bali. The second they stepped into their room, Sam snatched up Amily and tore off the bikini top to feast on her breasts. Amily sighed against her partner's solid body, her fingers fondling her breasts beneath a black tank. Sam looked so good in the freshly done cornrows that she had so lovingly braided last night. Her fingers ran over the ridges before settling on shoulders tight with need and want. Her hands reached over and pulled off the tank top, revealing a simple black bikini top.
Amily always appreciated the view of her new partner. Sam's body was off the hook. Her abs were super tight forming more of a 12 pack than the normal six. Her hips were slim, but her legs were thick and muscular; a harken to her days playing college ball. Her arms were toned, but not too much so, and those shoulders. They were shoulders that could hold the world. Amily's lips laid sweet kisses along them, her fingers unlacing the top, tossing it to the side.
Sam was hard at work, pulling down Amily's bottoms, desperately trying to get at her little trinket. However, the taste of her nipples rolling ever so nicely over her tongue was keeping her more than occupied. The sounds of pleasure sighing from her wife's lips was causing a puddle and ache in her. She loved the way Amily's body fit to hers, despite their significant height difference. She was a giant of six-two to Amily's petite five-three. She turned her around slowly, pulling her pert bottom up against her throbbing core as her mouth feasted hungrily at her neck and ear, making Amily squirm in delight. Sam's eyes looked in the mirror watching as her fingers drifted to the crock of her wife's apex, before disappearing into the soaked alcove.
Amily was hot, steamy and wet. Sam's fingers pressed firmly over her pulsing nub, strumming it sweetly. Her fingers laced in Amily's soft locks, tugging her head back possessively to whisper, "I wanna taste you all over. I wanna feel your clit on my tongue and hear you call my name."
Amily moaned sexily at the words, her hips swaying to the rhythm like a hypnotized cobra. Turning around, she wrapped her legs around Sam's waist as she carried her over to the large, four poster bed. Laying her down slowly, Sam ran her tongue down Amily's lush, thick body, settling over her core. Parting her thighs, she took a long sip of her moist muff, taking in the heady, fruit-like smell and taste. She was quivering restlessly beneath her mouth, her words a jumble of love and praise. Sam gently gripped her engorged clit between her pearly white teeth, sucking and tugging at the same time.
"Uh, Sami, I love it when you do that," Amily screamed, bucking against the sheet, her fingers gripping Sam's head, holding it in place. "Keep that up."
"That's what I wanna hear, wifey," she smiled against her muff. Sam was so turned on by Amily's reaction, she couldn't help but touch her own swollen folds, preparing it for some tasty love, having dispensed with her shorts. Her fingers danced over her clit, the nerves coming to life under her massage. "You don't know how much I wanna fuck you right now."
Leaning over Amily, Sam pushed her ring, middle and index finger deep within her depths, feeling each smooth ridge of her cavernous walls. Amily caught her breath relishing the fullness of her long fingers deep within. Her head arched off the mattress. Sam's thumb was making sweet work of her clit, the friction tightening her muscle walls, spreading the intense fire from her middle out to her extremities. Sam expertly changed the pace of the strokes from slow to fast to torturously slow, watching as Amily's body tried to keep up. Her wicked smile and sultry stare was turning Amily to melt butter.
"I love watching you," Sam said sweetly drawing her nipple into her mouth for a taste.
"I love watching you watch me," Amily panted, feeling the pangs of a climax ripple her womb. Sam's fingers began to beckon forward, rubbing deliciously over her G-spot.
"Will you spill for me this time, baby?" she asked devilishly. "You know I love it when you rain."
Amily's back arched feeling her body vibrate as Sam's fingers began to pump harder and faster into her, the feelings becoming all too consuming. The ripples started to come one after another and Amily was hard pressed to keep them in check, needing a release. Suddenly, as a climatic scream tore from her lips, a gush of pleasure juice flooded from her body, causing her legs to shutter and shake violently. Sam's hands quickly went to work glazing her thighs with her love potion, trying to calm her ecstasy. Her lips gently tasted her mouth, breathing in her sighs and whimpers. She brought her fingers to Amily's mouth, allowing her to taste the wine she'd created from their lovemaking, which she greedily suckled from her tips with a smile.
Amily wrapped her hands around Sam's neck, not wanting to break their contact. Between loving pecks, she said, "I am really going to enjoy married life with you."
Sam licked her juice from her fingers, saying with a laugh, "You better, 'cause you and me are forever, wifey."
With that she rolled over her, pressing her into the mattress to enjoy an afternoon cocooned in love.
Now that they were partners for life and since they got on the plane, Sam had been thinking about just how to please this blushing new bride. It didn't help that Amily was sporting one of her sexier bikinis; the beige skimpy one with brown zebra print. The top barely kept her large golden breasts holstered and the bottoms (if they could be called such) just covered the globes of her luscious booty. Sam's mouth watered hungrily, praying the Corona would squelch some of the need. They needed to get back to the freaking hotel and now.
Standing up, Sam motioned Amily over. With the exuberance of a giddy kid, she ran over to her love, wrapping her arms about the broad shoulders of her new partner. Their lips smashed together in a passionate greeting much to the awe of the on-lookers around them. Sam ran long, gentle fingers through Amily's curly, lengthy locks, studying her eyes with a smoldering look.
"Let's head back to the hotel, baby," Sam said, huskily against Amily's her. "I'm hungry and I got a craving for some of your spice."
Amily giggled merrily, love playing in her dark brown eyes. "I got a craving, too. But you may have to catch your lunch."
With that she raced off, leaving Sam to chase after her.
It had taken them no more than a minute to get to their bungalow. Amily's parents had gifted them a gorgeous two weeks in a secluded resort in Bali. The second they stepped into their room, Sam snatched up Amily and tore off the bikini top to feast on her breasts. Amily sighed against her partner's solid body, her fingers fondling her breasts beneath a black tank. Sam looked so good in the freshly done cornrows that she had so lovingly braided last night. Her fingers ran over the ridges before settling on shoulders tight with need and want. Her hands reached over and pulled off the tank top, revealing a simple black bikini top.
Amily always appreciated the view of her new partner. Sam's body was off the hook. Her abs were super tight forming more of a 12 pack than the normal six. Her hips were slim, but her legs were thick and muscular; a harken to her days playing college ball. Her arms were toned, but not too much so, and those shoulders. They were shoulders that could hold the world. Amily's lips laid sweet kisses along them, her fingers unlacing the top, tossing it to the side.
Sam was hard at work, pulling down Amily's bottoms, desperately trying to get at her little trinket. However, the taste of her nipples rolling ever so nicely over her tongue was keeping her more than occupied. The sounds of pleasure sighing from her wife's lips was causing a puddle and ache in her. She loved the way Amily's body fit to hers, despite their significant height difference. She was a giant of six-two to Amily's petite five-three. She turned her around slowly, pulling her pert bottom up against her throbbing core as her mouth feasted hungrily at her neck and ear, making Amily squirm in delight. Sam's eyes looked in the mirror watching as her fingers drifted to the crock of her wife's apex, before disappearing into the soaked alcove.
Amily was hot, steamy and wet. Sam's fingers pressed firmly over her pulsing nub, strumming it sweetly. Her fingers laced in Amily's soft locks, tugging her head back possessively to whisper, "I wanna taste you all over. I wanna feel your clit on my tongue and hear you call my name."
Amily moaned sexily at the words, her hips swaying to the rhythm like a hypnotized cobra. Turning around, she wrapped her legs around Sam's waist as she carried her over to the large, four poster bed. Laying her down slowly, Sam ran her tongue down Amily's lush, thick body, settling over her core. Parting her thighs, she took a long sip of her moist muff, taking in the heady, fruit-like smell and taste. She was quivering restlessly beneath her mouth, her words a jumble of love and praise. Sam gently gripped her engorged clit between her pearly white teeth, sucking and tugging at the same time.
"Uh, Sami, I love it when you do that," Amily screamed, bucking against the sheet, her fingers gripping Sam's head, holding it in place. "Keep that up."
"That's what I wanna hear, wifey," she smiled against her muff. Sam was so turned on by Amily's reaction, she couldn't help but touch her own swollen folds, preparing it for some tasty love, having dispensed with her shorts. Her fingers danced over her clit, the nerves coming to life under her massage. "You don't know how much I wanna fuck you right now."
Leaning over Amily, Sam pushed her ring, middle and index finger deep within her depths, feeling each smooth ridge of her cavernous walls. Amily caught her breath relishing the fullness of her long fingers deep within. Her head arched off the mattress. Sam's thumb was making sweet work of her clit, the friction tightening her muscle walls, spreading the intense fire from her middle out to her extremities. Sam expertly changed the pace of the strokes from slow to fast to torturously slow, watching as Amily's body tried to keep up. Her wicked smile and sultry stare was turning Amily to melt butter.
"I love watching you," Sam said sweetly drawing her nipple into her mouth for a taste.
"I love watching you watch me," Amily panted, feeling the pangs of a climax ripple her womb. Sam's fingers began to beckon forward, rubbing deliciously over her G-spot.
"Will you spill for me this time, baby?" she asked devilishly. "You know I love it when you rain."
Amily's back arched feeling her body vibrate as Sam's fingers began to pump harder and faster into her, the feelings becoming all too consuming. The ripples started to come one after another and Amily was hard pressed to keep them in check, needing a release. Suddenly, as a climatic scream tore from her lips, a gush of pleasure juice flooded from her body, causing her legs to shutter and shake violently. Sam's hands quickly went to work glazing her thighs with her love potion, trying to calm her ecstasy. Her lips gently tasted her mouth, breathing in her sighs and whimpers. She brought her fingers to Amily's mouth, allowing her to taste the wine she'd created from their lovemaking, which she greedily suckled from her tips with a smile.
Amily wrapped her hands around Sam's neck, not wanting to break their contact. Between loving pecks, she said, "I am really going to enjoy married life with you."
Sam licked her juice from her fingers, saying with a laugh, "You better, 'cause you and me are forever, wifey."
With that she rolled over her, pressing her into the mattress to enjoy an afternoon cocooned in love.
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