Free Web NovelChapter 121: Second Honeymoon: Hannah
We got off the plane and I marveled at the little Caribbean town. The sea air whipped around us, and the sun immediately began warming my skin. Back home, autumn was setting in and cool air had been moving in. While I thought I had been ready for the change in seasons, feeling the Bahamian sun made me realize maybe I hadn’t gotten enough of summer quite yet.
A car took us from the small airstrip, across the tiny island, and we got onto a ferry. I stood on the edge of the ship and looked out at the ocean. Roman stood right over me, his hands gripping the railing on both sides of me.
"This really is paradise," I breathed. "I could stand here and stare out at this ocean all day."
"Careful, the mermaids may lure you in," Roman teased, kissing the top of my head.
"I don’t think it’s me that needs to worry about mermaids," I giggled.
His one hand moved to rest on my waist. "You’re the only maiden for me," he purred in my ear.
I grinned. Even though it had been just playful back and forth, it was nice to hear how much he adored me. I don’t think I would ever get sick of hearing it.
Eventually, we got to the next island and disembarked from the ship. There were taxis all around, but Roman and I decided to walk to the resort. It was a small enough island that it wasn’t needed to take a car, and I just wanted to take in the town. The smell of delicious seafood wafted through the streets. I couldn’t wait to indulge in all of the seafood the Bahamas had to offer. Other than spending time with Roman, it had been one of my favorite parts of the Bahamas the last time we were there.
There was plenty of time for food later on, however. We eventually reached the resort, and it was just breathtaking. I knew that I was running out of adjectives to describe it, but how else was there? The resort he booked for us were a collection of little bungalows that were over the water, a boardwalk taking you to each one; there were white canopies and matching patio furniture outside the bungalows. The brown of the wood and straw contrasted beautifully with the crystal-clear blue water. It was like something out of an actual dream.
I followed Roman’s lead to our bungalow and was once again awestruck when we walked into the room. I couldn’t help it. It was all just so luxurious, beautiful, and tranquil. The room had a natural look to it with wooden walls, but had plush, white furniture and a massive California King bed. It was the perfect mix of traditional and modern, with all the luxury of a resort. I was certain that the fridge was fully stocked with drinks and the cabinets with snacks. The bathroom was surely to be state of the art with jacuzzi tub and the works. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Flowers lined every surface, rose petals tossed carefully over the bed. There were candled scattered throughout, though they weren’t lit. The red petals and flowers were the perfect pop of color in the room.
"Another one of your personal touches?" I asked as I scanned about.
"Couldn’t resist," Roman stated, standing in front of me. He smiled down at me. "What would you like to do first?"
I wrapped my arms about his neck. "I think show some gratitude first," I whispered.
His eyebrows raised, but by the time he could think of a response, I pushed him back onto the bed and had his pants down. I took his member into his mouth and sucked and licked him with dutiful eagerness. Pleasing a man had never been a real thought in my mind before him, but now that I had him, it was sometimes all I wanted to do. I wanted to hear him moan, I wanted to feel him shiver, and I wanted to see the pleasure come over him.
I wanted to be the first and only one to come to his mind when he thought of such acts being performed on him. While I had been a virgin when we first got together and I knew I still had a lot to learn, I don’t think there was any match for our natural chemistry. There was also a sort of loving craving to get one another off, to fill the other with as much pleasure as humanly possible, that drove our ability to overcome our differences in experience in the bedroom.
He had been my first. While I wasn’t his, I was going to be sure to be his last. Even if something happened to us later down the road, I would forever be the one he thought about. I would be the one that made him feel the collision of unbridled desire, passion, and love.
It wasn’t long before he came and I sat up. "Well, that isn’t quite fair," Roman grinned.
I stood then, not wasting any time. "I thought it was, considering you got us here," I winked. "Now let’s go, I want to get a bite to eat before walking on the beach."
"A woman who knows what she wants," Roman purred, kissing my cheek. "What more could a man want himself?"
We walked back down the boardwalk and toward the town. We stopped at an oceanfront café and sat outside, ordering a couple of beers and a slew of food. Before long, beef patties, various kinds of shrimp, rice, and roasted chicken was sat in front of us. We clanked our beers together out of habit before diving into the food.
It was just as delicious as I remembered. It was pure happiness.
"I want to travel the world with you and try all the cuisines," I stated in my state of bliss.
"Consider it done," Roman replied with a wink. "Name the place, and, I promise you, we will make it happen."
"Deal," I grinned.
While I stood by my statement that I didn’t care about the money and would be just as happy, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to enjoy it while we had it. It gave me the ability to experience things I never had before and with my best friend in the entire world. How could I not take the opportunity? I think anyone in their right mind would.
We stuffed ourselves before just sitting there, relaxing with the view and some beers. I usually wasn’t much of a beer drinker, but there was something that just felt right about it on a vacation like that. Maybe it was all of the television and movies I saw growing up with people drinking on the beach. Plus, cocktails seemed a little heavy drink wise for so early in the day. I wanted to enjoy the day and not end up in bed by sundown.
Once we finished, we started the walk back to the bungalow. There was a comfortable silence that fell over us, and it was lovely. I took it as a sign that we were at a point where we didn’t feel nervous around one another and needed to feel every little silence with a question or comment. There wasn’t any way to put it but that everything with him was feeling brand new, exciting, and so comfortable. It was just like how I thought marrying your best friend would be like.
Before going to the beach, we decided to lounge outside of the bungalow to let our food settle. Sitting on the edge of the boardwalk, we swung our feet down to let our feet into the water. "What a perfect start to a vacation," I said with a grin. "I don’t think things have ever gone so smoothly for us."
He laughed lightly and nodded. "I know. Just as a honeymoon should, though."
"We just got here and I’m already dreading leaving," I giggled.
He tossed an arm around my shoulders. "Don’t look too far ahead. Live in the moment with me."
He was right. I needed to enjoy it. It was going to be something I would remember for the rest of my life, I felt. There was no need to sour the experience for myself.
We sat there cuddling and waiting our feet in the water until the heat got to both of us and we felt the need for a nap. Moving through the bungalow, we moved to the other side. Looking over the open ocean was a hammock. We climbed in and held onto one another.
It was what harmony felt like. The breeze gently rocked us as my eyes grew heavier and heavier. I could hear his heartbeat as my head laid on his chest. It was like a perfect lullaby when mixed with the sound of the waves. I loved him, I loved that moment, and I couldn’t wait for what lay ahead of our vacation.
