𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 something about you made me feel a little more alive and a far less lost
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THEY WERE NOW on week two of their honeymoon, and the married couple couldn't help but feel like they were living their best life.
Ophelia was currently sitting in the hot tub, sipping on a green drink that Dean had made, and it didn't taste too bad. She smiled over at her husband as he was grilling some steaks. She tilted her head as she watched him move around the grill, singing to an AC/DC song. She continued to sip from her drink and eyed him, getting a little turned on.
He wasn't wearing any shirt, only swimming trunks, and his back muscles were showing more than ever after the night they had last night.
Somehow, while they — quite literally — had sex all night long, they ended up all over the place. The living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the beach, and even on the porch. She didn't know how she ended up in all those places, but she didn't care because it was the best week she has had ever.
Sighing, she imagined him touching her body, and she moaned quietly. She sat her drink down on the rock wall that was around the hot tub, and she reached behind her, untying her bikini.
Throwing her top to the side, she stood up, and slid her bikini bottoms off, and strutted towards her husband who hasn't noticed any of her movements. He was too invested in his steaks which had her smirking.
She had no clue where her horniness was coming from, but all she knew was that she wanted to stay in that bed with Dean until they both died from having too much sex.
As if that was possible with them.
"Oh, Dean..." She called out seductively and grinned as he turned around and choked on his saliva. "I want you." She approached him and ran her fingers up and down his stomach before reaching his swimming trunks, and literally ripped them off of him.
"Damn!" Dean groaned and he closed his eyes as he moaned as he felt her fingers run down his stomach and lower. "Fuck, woman!"
Suddenly, they were in the hot tub, and she was sitting on his lap, kissing and licking his neck. His hands found their way to her back, and he thrusted upwards into her, making her moan loudly.
"You're mine," she whispered possessively into his ear before biting into his neck, sucking his blood which only made him thrust harder into her. "I love you, Dean!" She shouted before she came down, and fell limp into his body, panting heavily. "I love you so much."
"God, I love you so damn much, Ophelia," he groaned, running his fingers down and up her back. Then, his eyes widened and he looked towards the grill which was smoking. "My steaks!" He picked her up and placed her down beside her before running towards the grill, trying to stop the smoke from doubling.
Ophelia laughed as she watched him shuffle around before the fire died down, and he turned to her with a glare. She rose her brow and lifted her hands up with a smirk. "Hey, don't blame your wife."
"You distracted me," he accused of her, but he gave him as she gestured for him to come to her. He walked into the hot tub and pulled her up so that she was on his arms now. He hoisted her up further and gripped her ass, groaning as she bit into his neck. "The things you do to me."
Ophelia laughed loudly as he sat back down, and thrusted into her once again.
