I quickly follow his directions. I love it when he is demanding like this. It reminds me of all the delicious things he can do to my body. My ass is in the air when he gives it a slight slap against it.
Stavros slides his hands over my ass and then reaches between my thighs. The movement would have been sweet if he hadn’t pinched me slightly as he moved. Once he gets to my sex, he dances his fingers over me to test me. He is testing to see if I’m ready for him.
He pushes my thighs apart with his knees, exposing me to him. "Oh, baby. I think when we get home, you should only wear bikinis. I like the idea of untying you to get easy access whenever I want.”
“Only if you don’t work that much,” I retort.
I earn an extra slap on my clit. I scream out in pleasure and pain. I love when he gets like this.
He slams home inside of me with his heavy sac hitting my clit over and over as he fucks me harder than ever. His hands are gripping the fleshy part of my ass as he drives me closer and closer to my orgasm.
“Yes, please! Yes!” I yell out over and over again.
“You love being my dirty girl, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
I hear the little bike outside our bungalow signaling our food is here.
“You need to come quicker than this, or we will give the good people of Figi a good show,” he taunts.
I’m on the abyss of my orgasm, and his dirty words and dirty promises give me the final edge to finish. I’m coming hard around his dick, with him following behind me.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bilias? Are you outside for your food?”
“Oh no! I almost missed my second favorite thing about this trip!” I tease while pushing my ass up against his hips.
He slides out of me quickly, helps me get steady, but throws a tee shirt at me.
“If you put that bikini back on, we’ll miss breakfast.”
We arein the process of packing the rest of our stuff before leaving for the airport.
“I’m going to miss Figi,” I whisper as I throw things in my suitcase.
“We will come back, my love. Don’t worry.”
As much as I will miss Figi, I’m concerned about Britney. She hasn’t been answering my calls, and neither has Andreas.
At our wedding, Britney seemed out of it, and I wanted to make sure my friend is okay. Much more than that, I feel like I’ve been slacking as a friend since I have been so focused on the wedding. I hope she is okay.
“Are you still worried about Britney?”
I nod. “Yes. It isn’t like Britney to not call me repeatedly every day.”
Since we got engaged, Britney had been calling me every day to ask about the wedding plans and what she could do to help us. I love her enthusiasm and her dedication to being there for me.
I only had Andreas as a brother and never had a sister.
During the reception, Britney and Andreas were dancing relatively close to each other. I can tell they were trying to fight some attraction to one another, but this has a doomed relationship written all over it. Britney isn’t the type of person who would be comfortable with her boyfriend flirting and dating other women. I don’t even think Andreas knows how to be in a committed relationship with someone.
During our whole trip, Andreas hasn’t checked in on us once. I’m not sure if he’s upset that I’m with Stavros and doesn’t want to hear about the details of our honeymoon or if he’s busy with something,
“We will return home soon, and you can find out.”
We are about to board the plane when Stavros’s phone rings from his bag.
“Yes, I will accept the charges,” he answers on the phone.
He puts it between our heads so we can both hear. “I’m sorry to ruin your honeymoon. I’m in jail,” Andreas mutters.
