The soft rays of the sun woke me up from a deep night's sleep. As I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but smile at the sight the floor-to-ceiling windows showed. The sun rays granted the turquoise of the Caribbean Ocean that surrounded La Romana. Our hotel room was so spacious, light and comfortable and it felt as if I was in heaven. I was grateful for being able to see such a beautiful place; I was even more grateful that during the 2 weeks of our honeymoon we would be seeing two different places. The Dominican Republic was our first one and then we would fly all the way to Nepal for a more different experience.
I turned around to face Jeffrey who was still sleeping like a baby. The thin, smooth sheets covered half of his body and I couldn't help but caress his skin with my finger tips. I touched his tattoos, tracing the outline of them and making circles on the silk that was his skin. His chest went up and down as he breathed and continued to sleep deeply. I wondered if he was dreaming of anything. God, I wanted to kiss him so much.
My fingers reached for the smoothness of his neck, then traced his black and white beard where his jawlines was. I couldn't help but go on; caressing his cheek with my thumb, he finally woke up. His eyes met mine and he smiled instantly, causing butterflies to come to life in my stomach.
''I must've died and woken up in heaven'' he said, so cheesy it made me chuckle. He smirked cutely at me as I admired his beautiful, sleepy face. His dark hair was tangled and messy and I couldn't say it looked bad; it didn't, it never did. It looked so good that I leaned over so that my lips would brush his in a sweet, short kiss.
''Morning'' I whispered, my face still close to his. He grabbed my hand and caressed the smooth skin; he loved doing that, mostly in the morning. He then went higher until he reached my shoulder where he made circles with his index finger. My skin reacted to his touch immediately, goosebumps forming all over.
''Come cuddle me'' he pulled me closer to him, my legs tangled into his as we faced each other. They say that the honeymoon phase doesn't last forever, but I sure hoped it did. I was content, happy and more in love than ever. I purred as Jeffrey's hand continued to touch my skin in such a lovely way I had to close my eyes to take the moment in.
''That feels so good'' I whispered to him, hoping he'd never stop. His thumb went for my lips, resting on them before seductively caressing them.
He then leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that ignited everything in me. I could feel the wave of warmth fill me up, every inch of me becoming warmer; just from one kiss. It was all about who kissed you, I supposed. Jeffrey made everything feel magical, heavenly, amorous. One simple touch of his would send me to the moon and back. It was all Jeffrey.
The kiss kept on going, but it was still soft and gentle, and that was made it so erotic. Our tongues didn't fight each other but they touched ever so lightly every time our lips moved in sync with each other and oh god, it felt so good. After two years or ten, it didn't matter; Jeffrey could always make me feel like I was newly in love.
As we kissed, his left hand started to touch my body very gently, as if it was fragile - as if he didn't know how much it could take. I was running out of breath, my heart beats getting faster and my moans gathering in my throat.
Finally, as we broke the kiss and looked at each other, Jeffrey changed position and placed himself above me. Through his underwear I could feel him and I lifted my hips up to feel it better between my legs. He cupped my face with both his hands and looked at me admiringly before kissing me passionately and making sweet love to me.
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We were walking on the small road next to the beach after a night out with a lot of food. It was a warm early September's night, the air so enjoyable. We were walking hand in hand when Jeffrey spotted a small and colorful ice-cream shop and literally dragged me inside.
''You want us to be able to roll on our bellies instead of walking to the hotel?'' I laughed as we entered the shop. They had such a large selection of ice-cream and it looked so good that I had to take back my earlier reluctance; who could refuse ice-cream?
We decided to enjoy our dessert on the beach, looking at the ocean. It was dark, but the moon reflected on the water and it made the view seem like it was taken out of a magical story. The waves hit the shore gently, leaving traces of foam behind them and I felt like I didn't want to leave for a long time.
As we finally stood up and Jeffrey went to throw away the trash, two loud men walked by. I could feel them slow down as they got close to me, but I tried to shrug it off and ignore them.
''Ay, que culo'' one of them said as he grabbed my ass and then started laughing. I turned around and got ready to hit him in the balls hard enough for him to cry for the rest of his life. Before I could do anything though, Jeffrey's fist met the guy's face hard enough to knock him down. The other man had already run away.
''Did you just fucking touched my wife?'' Jeffrey told him through gritted teeth as he pointed at the guy. I had never in my whole life seen him like that, but he was just protecting me. The man got up and I thought he was going to go, but the moment I saw him clench his fist I ran towards him and punched him. I didn't manage to knock him down, but he took a few steps back. Fuck, it felt good.
''Quieres mas? Pedazo de mierda'' I asked him if he wanted more before he finally went away swearing in Spanish.
''Are you okay?'' Jeffrey asked as he looked at me worried.
''I'm fine, just angry as fuck. The fucking audacity, holy shit'' I was raging, boiling. I couldn't believe how disgusting some people were.
''I'm gonna kill that motherfucker'' Jeffrey's eyebrows were furrowed as he looked in the direction the creep went.
''Don't worry about it, he's gone'' I grabbed his hand and pulled him into a quick hug.
''You, on the other side, are full of fucking surprises, aren't you?'' he smirked. ''I had no idea you could speak Spanish. You sound so fucking hot when you do it though'' he stated and I giggled. ''And that punch? Hot damn, what a warrior''.
''I learned Spanish when I was young. Loved it so much that I still know some of it'' I smiled as I replied to him. ''You, though, are the hottest when you're so protective of me''. I got on my tippy-toes and french kissed him. The adrenaline from the moment took over us, so we went to the hotel and fucked senseless in the shower.
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On Cloud Nine ✧Jeffrey Dean Morgan
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