Emily's hand works my cock like she's trying to milk venom from a snake, and I'm losing my goddamn mind under the Caribbean sun.
"Look at you," she purrs, her silver braid draped over one bare shoulder as she leans over me. "So hard for Mommy already, and I've barely touched you."
The turquoise water of Curaçao stretches endlessly behind her, but I can't focus on the paradise surrounding us. Not when her fingers are doing that twisting thing at the head of my cock that makes my toes curl against the wooden deck of our private cabana.
We've been here less than a day, and Emily's already determined to make this honeymoon memorable. Our villa sits on a secluded slice of beach, completely isolated from the main resort. No guests wandering by, no staff unless we call them. Just me, my wife, and white sand that gleams like crushed diamonds under the afternoon sun.
"God, Emily," I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily into her grip.
She laughs, the sound rich and wicked as she adjusts her position on the lounge chair beside mine. Her white bikini leaves almost nothing to the imagination, the tiny triangles of fabric barely containing her generous curves. I can see the outline of her nipples pressing against the thin material, hard from the combination of her arousal and the ocean breeze that occasionally drifts through our cabana.
"Such a needy boy," she teases, her pace slowing to an agonizing crawl. "We haven't even been married forty-eight hours, and you're already desperate for me."
"Always desperate for you," I manage between ragged breaths.
Her thumb swipes across my tip, collecting the bead of precum that's formed there. She brings it to her lips, maintaining eye contact as she sucks it clean with deliberate slowness that makes my cock pulse in her other hand.
"Mmm," she hums appreciatively. "You taste like mine."
Before I can respond, Emily's already moving, swinging one leg over my hips with the grace of a dancer. The white bikini bottoms disappear to the side, and then she's sinking down onto me, taking my cock inside her in one fluid motion that punches the air from my lungs.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands instinctively reaching for her waist.
But Emily catches my wrists mid-air, redirecting them upward. She places my palms directly on her breasts, the thin fabric of her bikini top doing nothing to hide the heat of her skin or the hardness of her nipples pressing into my palms.
"Hold these," she commands, her voice dropping to that honeyed purr that makes my brain short-circuit. "Squeeze them while Mommy rides you."
I obey without thinking, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she begins to move. Her hips roll in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down on me with practiced precision. The sensation is overwhelming, the tight heat of her surrounding me, the weight of her breasts in my hands, the way the sunlight catches in her silver hair like captured starlight.
"Now tell me, baby," she says, her pace increasing as she rises and falls on my cock, "what kind of Mommy do you want today?"
My brain struggles to process words while she's doing this to me. "What?" I gasp.
She leans forward slightly, changing the angle so I hit deeper inside her. Her breasts press more firmly into my palms as she picks up speed, her ass slapping against my thighs with each downward thrust.
"Do you want a kind Mommy?" she asks, her voice breathy but still commanding. "One who pampers you and tells you how perfect you are?"
She punctuates the question by clenching around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like a vice. My back arches off the lounge chair, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
"Or maybe..." she continues, grinding down hard enough to make me see stars, "maybe my good boy wants a mean Mommy who makes him beg for it?"
The sensations crash over me like waves, her heat clenching around my cock, the weight of her breasts filling my palms, the way she's bouncing on me like she's trying to extract my soul through my dick. It's too much. Way too fucking much.
"I... uh..." Words dissolve on my tongue as another wave of pleasure short-circuits my brain.
Emily stops moving entirely, staying fully seated on my cock as she studies my face with those calculating blue eyes. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her lips.
"Oh," she purrs, leaning forward until her silver hair curtains around us. "Maybe you want to be dominated completely? Is that it, baby?"
My breath catches. The way she says it, like she's just discovered a delicious secret, makes my cock pulse inside her.
"Handcuffs?" she continues, her hips making tiny, torturous circles that keep me right on the edge. "You want Mommy to tie you up? Make you completely helpless while she uses you however she wants?"
The image floods my mind, my wrists bound, Emily riding me while I can't touch her, can't control anything. Just completely at her mercy.
"I can be a true dommy mommy," she whispers against my lips, her tongue darting out to trace my bottom lip. "Turn you into my perfect little fucktoy who can't do anything but take what I give him."
"Yes," I gasp, the admission tearing from my throat. "Fuck, yes."
Emily's expression shifts into something wickedly calculating. Her hips resume their movement, but slower now, more deliberate. Each rise and fall of her body sends electricity shooting up my spine, but she's keeping me right on that agonizing edge.
"Let's make a deal then, baby," she says, her voice dropping to that dangerous purr that means trouble. "If you can wait until Mommy gives you permission to cum right now, I'll tie you up tonight. Really make you helpless."
My brain struggles to process her words while her pussy grips me like a velvet vice. "I... fuck, I don't know if I can..."
Emily's smile widens, predatory and beautiful as she suddenly increases her pace. Her ass slaps against my thighs with renewed vigor, the sound obscene in the quiet of our private cabana. She bounces on my cock like she's trying to break me, her breasts bouncing in my hands with each powerful thrust.
"Well then," she purrs, grinding down hard enough to make my vision blur, "I guess you can just kiss getting tied up goodbye, huh?"
"No!" The word tears from my throat, desperate and needy. "No, I can do it. I can wait."
She laughs, the sound rich with dark amusement as she rides me even harder. Her silver hair whips around her face, catching the sunlight filtering through the cabana's open sides. The ocean breeze does nothing to cool the heat building between us.
"We'll see about that," she taunts, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my cock. "You're already trembling, baby. Already so close to losing control."
She's right. My muscles are tensing, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine. Every nerve ending in my body screams for release, but I force myself to hold back. The promise of tonight, of being completely at her mercy, bound and helpless while she uses me however she wants, that fantasy gives me just enough strength to resist.
"That's it," Emily encourages, noticing my struggle. "Fight it for Mommy. Show me how good you can be."
Her pace becomes punishing, each downward thrust hitting something deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. Sweat beads on her skin, making her body glisten in the tropical sunlight. She's a goddess above me, silver-haired and perfect, taking her pleasure from my body while I struggle not to give in.
"Please," I gasp, my fingers digging into her breasts. "Emily, please..."
"Please what?" she asks, her voice breathy but still commanding. "Please let you cum? Or please keep torturing you?"
A groan tears from my chest, guttural and desperate. I'm right there, balanced on the razor's edge between control and complete surrender. My entire body trembles beneath her, every muscle locked tight as I fight against the overwhelming need to let go.
Emily keeps riding me, those perfect breasts bouncing in my hands, her pussy squeezing me in rhythmic pulses that make my eyes roll back. The wet sounds of her taking me, the slap of skin on skin, the ocean breeze carrying her scent, it's all too much.
"I can feel how close you are," she purrs, her voice thick with lust and power. "Your cock is throbbing inside me, baby. You're right on the edge, aren't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, barely able to form the word. "Fuck, yes."
She grinds down hard, rotating her hips in a way that hits every nerve ending at once. My vision blurs, and I'm certain I'm about to fail, about to lose any chance of being tied up tonight.
Suddenly Emily's movements slow, becoming languid and deliberate. Her expression shifts into something softer, more tender, though no less commanding.
"Okay, baby," she coos, her fingers coming up to stroke my cheek. "Mommy will give you a count, okay? Can you hold on for just a little longer?"
I nod frantically, not trusting my voice.
Her smile is pure seduction as she resumes riding me, her pace measured and torturous. When she speaks, each word drips like honey.
"Ten..."
The number hangs in the air between us. She rises slowly, almost letting me slip out completely before sinking back down with agonizing precision.
"Nine..."
Her inner walls clench around me, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. I dig my fingers into her breasts, using them as anchors to reality.
"Eight..."
She leans forward, her silver braid falling over her shoulder to tickle my chest. Her breath is hot against my ear as she continues her descent.
"Seven..."
The cabana spins around us. The Caribbean paradise becomes nothing but background noise to the symphony of her body taking mine.
"Six..."
Her pace increases slightly, each thrust deliberate and devastating. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, exactly how to keep me right on that precipice without pushing me over.
"Five Ahhhh…"
The word barely leaves her lips before it transforms into a guttural moan. Emily's entire body goes rigid above me, her pussy suddenly clamping down on my cock with devastating force. Her eyes roll back, mouth falling open as her orgasm crashes through her without warning.
"Oh fuck, oh FUCK!" she cries out, her hips jerking erratically as waves of pleasure overtake her. "Danny! Yes, baby, YES!"
Her inner walls pulse around me in rapid succession, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that threatens to drag me over the edge with her. I grip her breasts harder, feeling her nipples stiffen impossibly more beneath my palms as she rides out her climax.
"I love you," she gasps between moans, her silver hair wild around her face. "God, Danny, I love you so fucking much!"
She doesn't stop moving. If anything, her pace increases, becoming frantic and desperate as one orgasm bleeds into another. Her thighs tremble against my hips, her whole body shaking with the intensity of it.
"My perfect boy," she pants, grinding down hard. "Mine, all mine!"
I'm hanging by a thread, every muscle in my body locked tight as I fight against the overwhelming need to cum. Watching her lose control like this, hearing her scream my name while she uses my cock to chase another peak, it's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Emily's movements slow. She collapses forward slightly, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. Her pussy still flutters around me, aftershocks rippling through her core.
"Oh," she breathes, a lazy smile spreading across her flushed face. "Where was I?"
My entire body writhes beneath her. I'm so close, so impossibly close that even the small movements of her breathing threaten to finish me.
"Four," she finally says, her voice breathy and satisfied.
The word shatters my control completely. My back arches off the lounge chair as my orgasm explodes through me with devastating force. "Emily!" I cry out her name, my fingers digging into her breasts as I empty myself deep inside her, pulse after pulse of release that seems to go on forever.
"That's it, baby," Emily coos, grinding down to take every last drop. "Give Mommy everything."
My vision whites out at the edges as pleasure radiates through every nerve. I'm vaguely aware of making sounds, desperate whimpers and groans that I can't control as she milks my cock with those perfect internal muscles.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm gasping for air like I've just run a marathon. Emily sits atop me, looking smug and satisfied, her bikini top askew and her lips curved into a victorious smile.
She pulls me into her chest while I'm still trembling, and I wrap my arms around her waist gratefully, burying my face against her soft skin. Her heartbeat thunders beneath my ear as I struggle to catch my breath, each inhale filled with her scent, sunscreen and salt air.
"Well," she says after a moment, her voice carrying that edge of theatrical disappointment, "I guess it's just boring old vanilla sex for us tonight."
A laugh bubbles out of me despite my exhaustion. "Vanilla is good too," I manage between gasps. "Honestly, any time with you is the best."
Her fingers trace lazy patterns across my back, the touch soothing and possessive all at once. "I'm just teasing, baby," she murmurs, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "I'm tying you up tonight whether you earned it or not."
I nod against her chest, relief flooding through me. My cock gives a weak twitch inside her at the promise, already trying to recover despite being thoroughly spent.
"For the record though," Emily continues, her nails dragging lightly up my spine in a way that makes me shiver, "I love vanilla sex with you too. I love any kind of sex with you, Danny. Rough, gentle, dominant, submissive, as long as it's with you, it's perfect."
The sincerity in her words makes my chest ache. I tilt my head up to look at her, finding those blue eyes already watching me with an intensity that steals what little breath I've managed to recover.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," she replies, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss that tastes like salt and promises. "Now come on, let's get cleaned up."