It took only Bastian a second to recover from the shock before he responded with equal desire.
His hands cupped her face and he began to flip her over but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"No." She said breathlessly after breaking their kiss, "It's my turn." The sliver of innocent curiosity in her eyes made his desire roar within him. He wanted to devour her.
But he wouldn't. Not yet. He wanted to see what plans his wife had.
He laid on his back and she straddled him, her thighs stretched across his abdomen.
He looked through her shirt, envisioning what her naked flesh looked like. And without him asking she peeled her shirt off and tossed it aside.
His eyes met hers and he smiled at the pleased look in her eyes.
His hands itched to touch the two perfect globes that she'd freed from her shirt. But he refrained by clenching them into fists. 'Such sweet torture.' He thought bitterly.
He watched in agony as her eyes roved over him. He took that time to observe his wife from his new perspective.
Her chest was heaving in breaths that matched his. Her hands were planted firmly on his ribs with her hair draping around her slightly bent neck. His eyes trailed down her torso with her full, heaving breasts, begging for attention and to her narrow waist.
When he was finished he looked at her eyes. The corner of his lips rose in a smirk as he saw a mischievous glint appear in them, mixing with the heated desire and that small sliver of innocence.
Before he could process what she was doing she leaned down and began kissing his neck.
He closed his eyes as his hands instinctively lifted to hold her waist.
He tensed and hissed at her soft lips trailing across his throat. He gasped and let out a light groan. When her lips began kissing his pectoral muscles.
He parted his eyes open when he stopped and smirked at his wife's ecstatic expression. It made him glad to see her so happy with her performance. She was doing an excellent job after all.
"We have to be quiet, remember."
His jaw fell open and his lips quickly spread into a smirk at her timid murmur.
"Same goes for you, my flower." He grabbed hold of her breast and he watched her eyes roll back and her throat strain with the sound of a restrained moan.
He began massaging it firmly and he could see her brow crease in concentration and hear the strangled sounds in her throat.
Oh, no. He wouldn't be having any of that.
He pulled her forward and took the opposite peak in his mouth. She gasped and moaned loudly. He grinned and continued tasting her sensitive flesh.
His free hand began inching down her breeches and she began helping him with her shaking hands.
"Oh, Bastian." She sighed as she placed her lips on his. He held the back of nape of her neck as he kissed her deeply, intertwining his tongue with hers as his hand continued to play with her breast.
To his surprise she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. He looked at her, amused with her actions. Her laboured breathing and feverish movements caused him to tilt his head.
He was aching to be inside her, but she only continued in whatever quest she was on.
She began kissing his neck again and he closed his eyes at her sloppy, wet kisses. When she reached up to behind his ear he shivered at her warm breath caressing the tender skin.
He gasped and stifled a groan when she surprisingly nibbled his ear. Where did she learn that?!
He squeezed her waist as she moved and did the same to the other ear. He swallowed hard at his dwindling control and his ever-growing desire.
As though she'd also had enough of the game, he felt her heat suddenly above his twitching cock and groaned as she sunk herself on it.
He craned his neck back and closed his eyes. 'Move already.'
She began moving, but at a torturous rate. Her moans controlled and muted. He could feel her twisting and grinding and measuring her new position but it was too much. His body was burning for more.
He swiftly flipped her onto her back and held her thigh that was resting on his chest.
"Now it's my turn."
She only panted and nodded desperately.
He grinned and began thrusting into her. Her muscles contracted around him and she began moaning, not caring about outside ears hearing her.
He reached down with his thumb and began stroking her clit. She bucked onto him and cried out. He felt as she neared her climax, her cries and moans getting more desperate and her body convulsing around him.
He watched in delight and pleasure as she exploded before him; her tight muscles completely slackening.
He slowed in his thrusts, his hips still automatically driving into her. He massaged her thighs gently as he watched with a softer smile, her dazed features. She blinked slowly then rapidly when she awakened again.
He leaned down, nearly pressing her thighs to her chest, to capture her lips. She smiled and kissed him back. Their kiss soon turned careless as they both once again were climbing towards their pleasure.
Their muscles wound and tightened as their pleasure rippled through them. He felt her clench down around him and he climaxed. He slowly dismounted the high and fell to the sheets next to his wife.
She was smiling, her face half hidden in her pillow. He smiled through his panting and pulled her close to him; her bosom pressing close to his chest warmly. Oh, how he loved the feel.
They both slept peacefully and awoke the next morning with smiles on their faces.
It was a happy time for them. Their "honeymoon" stage, where both were equally enamoured with the other and yet equally mystified.
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After they awoke in the morning Bastian finally convinced Hydrangea to come topside.
She accepted reluctantly; there was something so safe about the cabin.
He led her down the hallways and up the stairs and finally to the deck. She smiled at the sight of the ocean. The smell of the saltwater was much stronger up here.
She craned her head up and looked at the sails attached to the gigantic masts.
"How long until we're there?" She asked, staring at the ocean from the rail.
"If we keep travelling at this speed, then in about three months."
She looked into his eyes reflecting the ocean, giving the deepest lulls of the sea. She smiled. He looked perfect aboard his ship.
She was excited for these months to come.