Gerard's P.O.V
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Next morning. 9:28am
I walked into the kitchen, naked. No need for clothes on honeymoon. I set up a tray. I cook a full English breakfast and plate it up onto two plates. I make myself a coffee and Mysty some orange juice. I put it all onto the tray with knives and forks, then head to the bedroom.
Mystys still asleep. She's laying on her back. One arm bent above her head, the other on her stomach. Her head facing where I was earlier. The covers had rode down to her hips, revealing her chest. I smiled as I set the tray down on the bedside table.
I walked to the bottom of the bed and grabbed the covers. I tugged them slowly. As I did, more of her body was revealed. I pulled them until they were piled up on the floor. Then I climbed onto the bed, carefully. I parted her legs, slightly as I lowered my head towards her opening. I rested my hands on her hips as I stuck my tongue inside her.
Mystys P.O.V
I woke up to Gerard eating me out, hungrily. I arched my back, reaching my hands down to tangle in his hair. "Fuck, Gee." I moaned.
He started to move his mouth up my stomach. Kissing and licking till he reached my neck, where he started sucking as he lined himself up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust into me.
"So fucking perfect, Mrs Way." He moaned against my neck. "Feels so fucking good."
I turned my head to kiss him. He obliged by connecting our lips. He kissed me hungrily as I ran my hands up and down his back.
I moaned out as he picked up speed. "Oh god, Gee." I suddenly wanted more of him. "Harder, baby."
He thrust harder as he picked up speed again. It felt so good. The rougher he got, the better it felt. He thrust into me as hard as he could one last time. Then he decorated my insides. We stayed like that for a while as we rode it out.
He pulled out then kissed me before getting up and pulling the covers over us. Then he picked up the breakfast tray.
"Eat." He said, resting the tray on my lap. "You'll need the energy for the next round."
I laughed as I picked up the juice.
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