He stops trying to control my movements, giving in to how incredible it feels.
I thrust forward and pull back and his cock slides in and out of me.
I cry out with each movement.
I can feel him getting harder by the second and my pussy is pulsing over his cock.
I can barely hold myself together. My entire body is shaking.
He grabs my hips, lifting me slightly, and starts fucking me so hard that I have to hold on even tighter.
His cock slams into me, over and over again. Until I am blinded by pleasure.
I throw my head back and scream his name as the tidal wave of my orgasm rocks through my body like a storm. It surges through me repeatedly.
Then I feel him explode inside me, gripping me tightly against him so he can push deep into me.
He collapses backwards onto the bed, pulling me with him.
We are both panting. Grinning and glowing with sweat.
He laughs and I know that laugh - full of mischief.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me out of the villa door, onto the sand - and right into the bright clear blue water of the ocean. In my wedding dress. I scream and pretend to fight against him - not that I could if I tried - and besides - the water feels incredible.
Floating in his arms in the salty sea. He pulls me against him and kisses me again.
“I love you, little kitten.” He whispers.
“I love you, Masaccio. My husband.”
