JASMINE’S HONEYMOON.

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Xavier’s fingers laced through mine as we giggled down the Argelès-Sur-Mer beach, hopping our way forward like two teenagers on a summer trip, only that this was more than a summer trip; it was our honeymoon!

The sand on the beach squished between our toes, and we paused to dance, giggling and swirling under the dark sky and to the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.

Still whimsical, we broke away and started to run ahead.

It was the middle of September when the beach got dark early, and it was still hot in the season. The crowd was less than one would expect at a beach, thanks to the students being back in school.

With our backpack hanging down Xavier’s back, we continued to run in no particular direction, stopping when we found ourselves at the north end of the beach.

“We’re the only ones here Jasmine,” Xavier suddenly observed, panting through his mouth.

I chuckled and dropped to my knees, “Pass me some water,” I said, feeling equally shaken from our little romp.

He shrugged the bag off his back and sank his knees into the sand beside me. Then, he unzipped the bag, collected a water bottle, uncocked it, and handed it to me.

I gulped most of the fluid down my throat and returned the bottle to Xavier, who drank the rest of the water. 

Still on our knees, with hands pressing down on our thighs, we watched the water, and as it steadily washed across the shore, our breathing stabilized.

“It’s so peaceful here,” I said.

Xavier looked around, “I still can’t believe we’re the only ones here.”

I followed his stare and noticed that this side of the beach was almost deserted. I couldn’t believe our luck. Eager to make the most of our night, I reached forward and pulled the backpack to myself. I reached into the bag and retrieved the large beach blanket that Xavier and I had packed from our hotel room, and his eyes lit up with excitement.

We had anticipated this moment, talked about it, and planned for it for the past year, and now that it was finally happening, we could not hide our excitement. 

Together, naked on the beach, somewhere in the south of France, this was it!

Xavier joined me on his feet, and we spread the blanket down on the sand.

“This should do,” Xavier said and eagerly reached into the bag for the bottle of champagne and plastic party cups.

As he set it down, I glanced around one more time to confirm that we were still alone. Satisfied and with a child’s enthusiasm, I removed my dress from over my head, crumpled and shoved it into the bag just as Xavier was undoing the buttons of his t-shirt.

The night breeze fleeced across my skin, and I savored the sweet feel; it was not too cold, just perfect for our planned night.

“My god Jasmine, you look beautiful!”

I blushed.

“Did you pick that lingerie out for me? For this?”

Men with their silly questions, “Of course I did!” I rolled my eyes, “I wasn’t going to come on my honeymoon, less prepared?”

He took two steps to stand in front of me, “Of course you were not,” his voice filled with desire, making me chuckle excitedly, “oh boy!” He remarked.

His eyes shimmered as they wandered over me. He took my fingers by the tip and spun me around, “Babe, you’re perfect!” he said, and the sincerity in his voice aroused my senses. I felt so beautiful and confident.

He held a finger up in the air, “Wait,”  then bent over and picked up the wine and plastic cups.

He handed the cups to me and proceeded to peel the foil cover off the champagne’s cork. I was watching him with a plastered grin across my lips. Then, with the foil off, he twisted the muselet in six quick twists, and the cork came ripping out the bottle, followed by the signature pop sound.

We giggled and watched as a light waft of white fog slowly exhaled from the bottle, followed by the rise of gurgling bubbles flowing from the top of the bottle!

I held out my empty cup, and Xavier poured me a delicious amount and then filled his cup.

“To us,” he said, holding up his glass. “I love you, Jasmine. Our love story began over twenty years ago: you were always that popular girl in high school and I was the shy awkward nerd who couldn’t have imagined, that I’ll win the heart of the prettiest girl I’ve ever known, nor have the honor of having her marry me, many years later. You’re everything babe and for as long as I breathe, I would love you – this is an assurance—”

“Aww—”

“I love you, Mrs. Jasmine Wong,” he touched his cup to mine, “Happy married life to us.”

“I love you. There’s no better person I could have wanted to do life with. Happy anniversary.”

And to that, standing on our feet, we drank from our cups, watching each other.

 

 

We relaxed on the ocean’s shore. The moon and stars were shinning down on us, and the water clapped against the beach, blue and bright, running over our bare feet.

I stood up, locked eyes with Xavier, and reached my hands to my back. Gently, I undid the ropes of my bikini top and Xavier’s eyes lit up at my breasts, falling bare under the moonlight. Charged by the desire in his eyes and determined to arouse him even further, I slipped my fingers down to my hips and unknotted the ropes on my bikini bottoms.

The fabric fell on the blanket, and Xavier’s breathing heightened, “Jas-s-mine!”

“Your turn,” I reminded him, and he jumped to his feet, pushed his shorts down his legs and off his feet.

Eagerly, he hugged my naked body, and our mouths crashed hungrily against each other.

Everything about France had been romantic thus far; from the fantastic scenery to the breathtaking spots, to the people, and now to this enchantingly beautiful lonely beach! I felt like a teenager again, excited and full of life!

I welcomed Xavier’s tongue, and my eyes slid shut as the warmness of his breath tingled through my veins.

We lowered onto the blanket, and his fingers brushed against  my breast just as the waves slapped beautifully against the shore.

The tip of his fingers surrounded my hard nipple, and as he tweaked the taut pink flesh and rolled it clockwise between his fingers, I hissed into his mouth, “Bab-be.”

Xavier’s hand swept up my neck and into the back of my hair. He grabbed a hand full of hair, slowly tugged my neck backward, and began to plant soft wet kisses up and down my neck.

His left hand cupped my right breast, rubbing sensually as his tongue trailed wet kisses up and down the flesh of my neck.

“Xa-a-avier…” My lips moaned his name, parting widely next to his head.

His lips rushed away from my earlobe, back down to my neck, and then up to my cheeks.

Sloopy kisses covered my face, stroked my nose, and finally, settled back on my mouth. All the while, his hand kept kneading the flesh of my breast and tweaking the nipple.

Xavier gently pushed me down on the blanket and leaned into me, kissing me passionately on the mouth. His fingers trailed the opening between my breasts, lightly down to the golden curls that grew between my thighs.

When his hand touched the soft heat between my legs, I trembled and sent my thighs wide apart, giving his fingers more room.

Xavier fell to the blanket on his back, and before he would make another move, I climbed over him and stared at the hard erection protruding between his legs.

I kissed his cap before swirling my tongue around it. The salty fluid seeped into my mouth, and I clasped the length with my right hand and began to bob up and down his full size, drooling as I went.

Xavier heaved against the swell of my butt. He groped both cheeks and giggled them as if his life depended on it. He sent a soft spank across the flesh on both cheeks and kneaded them before spreading them apart.

I moaned, mouth full of him. I swallowed his length and felt his tip at the back of my throat. I gaged and slipped up for air before gliding back on again.

I loved it!

He felt full and intrusive inside my mouth, and I just kept going.

My fingers cupped his balls at the same time that he ran his fingers through the wetness of my parted thighs, and I quivered, inching back against his face.

His hands grabbed the cheeks of my butt, and without a moment to prepare myself for what was to come, I felt his tongue warm and hard on the tip of my clitoris. He buried his head under my butt and lapped the juice from my mound as it flowed into his mouth.

My thighs were beginning to shake uncontrollably.

His lips pulled softly at the swollen flesh of my clitoris then his tongue went back in, licking the tip in upward strokes.

My waist glided against his face, and my breath heightened. I threw my head backward with my hand securely around his length as I enjoyed the immersing pleasure coursing through my veins.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I crawled to his thighs and straddled him. 

With my right hand, I reached underneath and guided his stiffness into my waiting moistness. As the head of his cock pressed into my wetness, I skimmed down on him until he was buried inside me and his engorged veins rubbed against my tightness, heightening my pleasure.

My back was his view, and my view was the beach!

God, I was excited!

I twirled slowly, with him buried inside me. Then, I planted my hands on his thighs and began pushing on his length up and down.

As I hopped, rolling my hips to angles where I felt him the most, a wave of energy rushed through me, and I uprooted my hands from his thighs and sunk them behind me, with my back now inches away from his face.

Xavier sent his hands around my chest, and as they squeezed on my breast, I felt my body lost in rapture. I yelped and suspended my hips as warm fluid rushed out of me and spilled down onto Xavier’s thighs.

“Yea-a-ah baby!” Xavier groaned excitedly.

He gently pushed me forward so that I was bending over on all fours. Then, he knelt between my legs with our eyes, overlooking the ocean.

He kneaded my butt, then plunged into me, and I gasped, excited at the invasion.

His hands crossed over my butt, and he began to dive in and out of me in quick tempos of sharp and deep thrusts.

His breath heightened, and my cries got louder.

Guttural moans escaped his lips, and I felt my body tighten as another orgasm flowed through me.

“Xav-vier-r-r-rrrr!” I clutched the blanket’s edges, and he stiffened inside me, quaking, as his seed emptied inside me.

 

He stayed inside me, then gently pushed me flat on the blanket and stretched out on my back. Soft kisses visited my neck, earlobe, and shoulders. I smiled and parted my lips to say something to Xavier when we heard chattering voices of teenagers walking on the beach and towards us.

Beams of torchlights followed, and Xavier and I jumped to our feet, scrambled our belongings, and ran off, giggling.

 

 THE END.

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “JASMINE’S HONEYMOON.”

  1. No one writes better than my girl👏🙌🏽

  2. Whew 😰.. I love how you give vivid descriptions in simple words 🙌🏼

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