Jessa settled back against him. Their honeymoon at the Sandals Resort was just the disconnect from the world that they needed.
She was loving the warm climate, beautiful scenery, and food so good they happily overindulged. The five-hour cruise with seafood and champagne lunch was the right outing after being holed up in their private villa enjoying being pampered by their butler, ordering from room service, and making love until they both were sore.
Once the boat docked they enjoyed a walk together on the beach. The wrap she wore around her hips was sheer and did little to shield the white thong of her strapless one-piece bathing suit. The wind blew and Jessa reached up to hold her large woven hat atop her head. Jessa came to a stop and looked up at him through her shades. They had agreed on the plane ride to Antigua that sex on demand was the first rule. Not ever.
He dipped his hands around her to tightly grip her buttocks. She felt him harden against her and she bent over. Her hat fell from her head onto the floor. He pulled the thong of her strapless bathing suit to the side and entered her.
He was hard and hot. His fingers dug into her flesh. The feel of the soft hairs surrounding his shaft tickled her. His deep and fast strokes made her moan. He brought his hands around her waist to press one beneath her suit to massage her clit and the other to cup her breast. That made them both cum. It was fast, hot and electrifying. Hammer stepped back, freeing his dick from her. Jessa dropped down on all fours as she struggled to reclaim the strength in her legs and the air in her lungs.
