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When everything has settled, Travis finds that sleep will not come.
The last few days have blurred together — hours spent indulging in each other’s bodies, licking rich chocolate frosting off each other’s fingers, daydreaming about forever. He’s been asleep for so long that he’s not sure whether the swirls of pink in the sky mean it’s morning or night, but fuck, it’s beautiful, and he’s so deliriously happy.
Taylor’s so far under the duvet that he almost misses her among the mountainscape of sheets and pillows, a strand of tangled blonde hair the only clue to the lithe figure beneath. Travis drops a kiss on her temple, unwinding her from his leg and sliding out of bed.
He shifts the gauzy curtain covering the door and slides the glass open. He looks back, watching the breeze ruffle the sheets around Taylor. Her nose twitches, and he turns to soothe her back to sleep, but she just nestles into Travis’ pillow, tongue peeking out to moisten her lips, and he falls even deeper in love with her — his darling wife. He pads across the deck, creaking a good morning! to the gulls and the waves and the remnants of yesterday’s sandcastles, and sinks into the hanging chaise.
—
Travis isn’t sure how long he’s been outside for, but he’s snapped out of his daze when Taylor tugs open the door. She smiles at him, sleepy. He beams back.
“Mornin’, Tay Tay! I’m sorry, meant to be there when you woke up. You sleep well, baby?” She shakes her head, dragging her feet over to the couch and tucking herself against his side.
“Too early,” she mumbles against his chest.
“We’ve spent like three full days in bed, sweetie, you must have been so tired. Partied too hard, huh?”
“Well, we haven’t actually been sleeping in the bed, have we?” (For somebody so sleepy, she’s remarkably quick with the banter.)
“And whose fault is that, hmm? You seemed pretty eager, if I recall. A very willing participant.”
“Are you calling me easy? And to think, I thought you were going to cherish me forever! Is this really the beginning of the end, Trav?” she whines. He laughs.
“I love you, sweetie. Let's take a nap.”
—
Taylor wakes again, bleary-eyed, aware only of Travis’ arm around her back, the other one stroking her hair, warmth pressing into her stiff limbs from what she thought was a blanket but what might actually be the sun smiling down over their bodies.
She begins to move, pointing her toes and straightening out her legs, curving her spine into the stretch. Her head falls against Travis’ shoulder, and his arm comes to rub at her side as she bends her knees over his legs and digs her feet into the seam of the couch cushion.
“Hi, sweetie, good morning,” he says, so softly she could cry. She’s so happy to be here with him. Married to him. She loves him more than anything.
Barely awake, she tells him as much. He smiles, devastatingly handsome, and moves to rub the sleep from underneath her eyes. She takes his hand in hers, kissing the pad of his thumb. She leans up as he leans down and they kiss slowly, eyes sliding shut, hands sliding over skin. They break the kiss as Taylor shifts slightly onto her side, rubbing her thighs together— when did she get so wet?
They kiss again, harder. Taylor runs her teeth across Travis’ bottom lip, and he whines into her mouth as she swipes her tongue into his mouth. She moves again, straddling him, pressing her knees into the seat, her calves flush with his thighs. The lounger rocks beneath them.
“Let me take you inside, honey, forecast says it’s gonna be windy,” he says, and she nods. She’ll do anything he asks. “Can’t have you swinging off here like some kind of fuckin’ amusement park—” she snorts at that, cuddling closer to him “—gotta keep you safe, baby.” She moves her arm to scratch at the nape of his neck like he likes, and he groans from the back of his throat like she likes.
In their bedroom, he sits again, this time on the edge of the bed, letting Taylor kiss from his earlobe down his jaw and back to his lips again. She whines, pressing down into his lap. He hears blood rush through his body, feels his cock start to swell in his boxers. Taylor feels him too, clearly, from the way she smirks into his mouth.
“Trav, can you-“ she starts.
“I got you, sweetie.” He helps her sit up on his lap, moving her barely-there nightgown up her thighs, stroking over her stomach, calloused hands meeting soft skin. He holds his hand to her mouth, has her lick his thumb like she did earlier that morning. She won’t need it, though. He finds that out quickly, sliding his fingers between her legs, dipping beneath lacy fabric to find her swollen clit.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he gasps, “all for me?”
“Was dreaming about you. It’s all I can think about, how much I love you, how good you make me feel. Please, Trav.”
“I love you so much, sweetie.” He brushes her messy bangs aside with his lips and kisses her forehead. “Gonna take care of you, make you feel good forever.” She’s rocking her hips more forcefully now. He knows what she wants, and he’s almost there too, but he doesn’t want to rush. He needs her to know how much he cherishes her.
(She does know, and he’s aware that she does, but he’s still not over how beautiful she looked in her wedding gown and how her bottom lip wobbled through his vows and how she stopped reading her own to brush the tears off of his cheek. He’s completely infatuated with her, always.)
Finally, he swipes a finger through her sodden opening and swirls his thumb around her clit. Her head comes to rest in his neck as she moans, high-pitched and drawn out, biting his shoulder to stifle it. He eases her head back up by her chin and kisses her softly as he presses a finger into her, stroking a few times.
“Fuck, Travis.”
“That feel good, sweetie?”
“So good, please, I need—“ She cuts herself off, moaning again with her eyes closed and head thrown back, but he knows her too well, so he adds a second finger and keeps pumping his hand inside of her. Her eyes fly open and he almost stops, but suddenly she’s petting his lap and tugging at his waistband through her hazy pleasure and then he’s gone, too.
She lifts her hips enough to take his sweatpants completely off — they’re too hot for this time of year, anyway, who needs them? — and keeps pulling at his boxers until they’re pushed aside and she can take him in her palm, admire how hard he gets for her, swipe a finger over his tip and watch the milky pearl slide down the ridges and valleys of his skin.
He’s whimpering, eyes fixated on her hand pumping up and down his cock. She grabs his wrist until he stills inside of her, and he stares into her eyes as he brings his fingers to his lips and swirls his tongue around his fingers, first his index, then his middle.
He moves to her waist, taking her slip into his hands again and pushing it to her shoulders, then over her head, cradling her elbow as he untangles the strap from her body. He moves to her chest, pressing kisses underneath her breast before taking her peaked nipple in his mouth. Her hands come up to his head, nails digging into his scalp and palms pressing him closer to her body.
Taylor takes his face in her hands, presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, and smiles down at him. She thinks that he looks like a Golden Retriever, eyes wide, smiling at her like she’s the only woman on earth, like he’s so relieved to have found her, like all he wants is to keep her happy. She also thinks it’s probably a poor choice to tell her new husband (!) that he looks like a dog when he’s making love to her, so instead she takes his dick in her hand again and moves up his lap until he just presses into her.
She’s not sure whether she shifted down or he flexed his hips, but she finds that she doesn’t care as he slides deeper and deeper into her. She thinks she might die from the pleasure. Travis moans as he bottoms out. She grinds into his lap, her clit catching on the bottom of his cock, and she whimpers, turning her neck to kiss him.
“Don’t move, baby,” she whispers, and she starts to ride him, knees locked around him, arms thrown around his neck, their lips together. He moans again, chokes out a raspy breath into her mouth, his thick fingers digging into the tops of her thighs. When she starts to lose herself in the pleasure, Travis pulls back, rolling his body over hers. Taylor wraps her ankles around his lower back and pulls him forward. He catches himself with his forearms on either side of her head.
“What do you need, sweetie?” he asks, his tip sliding past her soaked thighs, brushing her clit over and over again until she can’t take it anymore.
“Make me come, please, Trav, I need you, I need it so bad,“ she moans. He pushes all the way into her this time, then pulls out, then slams back in. She’s so warm, perfectly tight around him, small hands brushing over his skin wherever she can reach, nails scratching at his arm as it works between her legs.
“Open your eyes, baby, look at me,” he says, and she obliges. “Good girl, look at those pretty eyes.”
She’s not sure whether it’s the low register of his voice or his breath in her ear or his glazed over eyes or the way he’s biting his lip or the veins pulsing on his biceps as he rubs his fingers over her clit, but she tightens around him, feels her body light up as he presses down into her, pulls him closer to her with her legs on his back and her arms over his shoulders, holds him to her as her body shakes and her muscles spasm and her stomach tightens, and he thrusts one more time and it’s almost too much but he’s twitching inside her, his tip brushing over a spot that feels so good as he groans and fills her up and she spills over onto his cock and her vision goes white.
Her arms and legs go limp, legs falling open, and her body releases even more slickness onto the sheets beneath her as she pants. They lie there until Taylor starts to shiver, so Travis pulls her into his arms and sets her down on top of the sink while he runs a bath. At her request, he climbs in first and helps her to settle on top of him, washing her hair, holding her to his chest, scratching her back and whispering how much he loves her into her hairline.
Outside, the wind picks up, and the lounger starts to rock, but the future has never looked brighter.