Their eyes met like they did many times, but then oceans of emotions flooded in their stare.

Jonas lowered a strap of her nuisette to kiss her shoulder. His nose slid along her neckline, and he let his hands under Sierra's dress to pose them on her lower back.

Suddenly he stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to see what you have on before taking everything off."

As in the morning, Jonas registered her silhouette and added it to his images gallery before resuming.

Sierra readjusted her position to sit saddle-legged with her knees outside his thighs. He grasped her by the waist and pulled her closer. Jonas lifted her nightdress and began to indulge her breasts with kisses.

The man who molded clay defined the contours of her frame with his fingers delicately caressing her spine before pressing the dimples of her lower back. The gesture sent ripples all over Sierra's body, and she remembered when Jonas told her she had no idea to what extent he was good with his hands.

She laid back on the bed, and Jonas shifted his position. He placed one leg between her thigh and continued to kiss her. The door to the veranda was open. Thus all the melodies of the night invaded the room, cooing sounds and fluttering wings of birds animated the background. Sierra let her hands glide on his torso before pulling down his pajama shorts.

Naked.

It was a first for both. Jonas blushed intensely, and Sierra could see the flush even with the dimmed light. The man couldn't control himself, Sierra was his wife, but his shyness mechanism went haywire. And seeing Sierra unclothed blew a fuse, his ears burnt as blood rushed to them. Jonas could only imagine how red they were.

Sierra kissed him and grasped the nip of his neck to bring him closer to her. The beat of their hearts clashed as they reverberated on each other with the contact.

Jonas breathed deeply; his nose roamed to pick up every accent of scent on her skin. The man's hands began to wander around Sierra's intimacy, and fingers invited themselves inside her while his tongue made circles around the areola of her nipples. The woman's temperature rose

The rules never changed; one began by observing. Thus foreplay held an essential part of their physical apprenticeship. Jonas registered where and what triggered her pleasure.

He kissed her down to her navel and noted how Sierra's body tensed up when he passed the point. Perhaps it was something she didn't like or too much for a first.

"Don't stop."

Sierra's input was unexpected, but the man didn't plan to say no if his wife asked for it. So he went down. Minutes passed, and Sierra began to unwind.

Jonas took his time. They had it; why rush?

Sierra's thighs glistened with droplets of sweat made from euphoria. She climbed on the man and began her experience with him. Jonas let her do, Sierra too sought to know what the man appreciated, but his partner contentment procured the height of his satisfaction like many men in love.

The act was the last wall, proof of love trust; the symbolism weighed on Sierra's shoulders as her mind, body, and heart accepted the man entirely. She transformed the questions marks into periods, closing all queries when she welcomed Jonas's erected member within her.

A small gasp escaped as Jonas dove deeper. The man held her waist while Sierra had one hand before his stomach and the other on his thigh.

Sierra moved slowly at first to find the right rhythm. They needed time to adjust and create their tempo.

Jonas pulled Sierra towards him, and she released a moan.

The island climate, hot, seemed to explode despite the air conditioning at his max. The already present droplets on their skin began to run in spirals on their legs as Jonas toppled Sierra and pulled her pelvis towards him another take. He lifted Sierra's legs; her bottom rested on his thighs. The men seemed to know or took a lucky guess as he opted for a grinding missionary. The position demanded a lot of hip work on his behalf. Sierra discovered her man could grind as he thrust closer to the most erogenous part of her clit.

Sierra bit her lips to control her noise, but there was no use as rapture heightened crescendo. She then tried to silence her sounds by hiding her head above his clavicle, only giving in and moaning in Jonas's ear with the movements.

Her husband's breath became louder while its heat fanned her cheek. Jonas grasped Sierra's hand ring and squeezed it on the pillow when the intensity of the motions reached its climax, and every element in their bodies clashed in the chaos of the imminent orgasm.

Tissues.

The one thousand dollars a night resort was no different than a motel concerning this. The box beside the bed quickly emptied itself as the couple sought to quench their thirst, only to see the hunger mount for one another.

Mediation helped Jonas to center his energy. The man had a lot of control which suited Sierra, who burnt slow when making love. The couple improvised the takes of their sex scenes through a night that seemed too short.

The sound of the bell and the familiar room service call woke Jonas, who found himself face to face with his wife's foot. He smiled, recalling the last position as he put on his pajama bottom.

He opened, took the tray, and put a do not disturb sign on the door.

When he returned to the room, Sierra still slept. His caress on her back had Sierra open her eyes within a second, "hmm, is it morning already?"

Jonas pushed back the few curls on her face, "yes, and breakfast is ready."

"Ah-te-te-te," Sierra muttered as she tried to sit up. The woman's body ached in places unknown. Her legs were weak, and she wondered if she'd even make it to the veranda before realizing Jonas had a table tray beside him. It was time to pay the fee for the sex ride.

"Sleep well?" Jonas asked with his candid stare and wholesome blush.

How could such an angelic-looking being have such a huge sexual appetite? 

Sierra forgot how the man spent his year living like a monk. If the woman began making her movies from the moment they were engaged, Jonas's were already in post-production.

"I wouldn't call last sleeping, but yes."

They began to eat in an odd silence where stares crossed and smiled in complicity; the coffee, toasts, and fresh fruits filled up their energy barometer.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Sierra announced.

Jonas watched Sierra get up, "do you want to join me?"

"Pardon?" The man wasn't sure he heard right.

Sierra smiled, "I asked if you wished to take a shower with me."

The woman had more than a truckload of apprehension that Jonas managed to dissipate by putting her at ease as he always did.

Jonas, the husband, wasn't much different from Jonas, the roommate. Oh, there was the love, plenty of it, and the woman couldn't get enough.

And therein their bungalows Italian shower, the man showed Sierra his imagination had no boundaries.

Then again, what could one expect from a man who spent his life creating?

The couple joined the do not disturb club of the island as they spent days three and four in their bungalow.

Jonas held Sierra in a hug, and they watched the fifth day of their honeymoon dawn while swaying on the suspended teepee in the veranda. Their hearts resonated at the same pace.

Never had they known such bliss and tranquility of mind. They wondered how they managed to live without the other and how it would have been a regretful life if they had missed each other.

Some would see you can't miss something you don't know, but Jonas was sure he would.

Though he had other women in his life, there was this one thing, a hole that no one managed to fulfill. Soul mates constantly search for the missing piece. Jonas thought Cecile filled the space a little, but in reality, it was a glimpse of Sierra he saw through her.

The man had a son he loved dearly. Leone was the greatest gift Cecile left him, but there he wished more than ever for Sierra to carry his child.

Hi,

I hear you all with your finally exclamation!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It's softcore (I can really be filthy sometimes 🤣🤭😅).

See you tomorrow; imma sleep now.

Thank you for reading!