making her soaked hair cling to her neck. “You sure you don’t want to come in the water with me? It’s the perfect temperature.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I reply, pulling her down between my legs on the chair.
She spends most days swimming and riding the waves on her brand-new surfboard. She’s shit at surfing, but seems to enjoy being thrown around by the waves, battered by the elements of nature. I’ve never been much of a swimmer, but I’m content to sit here with my cooler full of beer, my jeans rolled up to my knees, and my chest bared to the sun. We’re both sun-kissed, and Elena’s hair is starting to take on natural golden highlights.
Elena lays against me, one hand braced on my chest as she stares at me. “Is this how you’re going to spend our entire honeymoon—laying around and getting drunk? If you aren’t careful, those beers will make you pudgy.”
I grunt when she pokes at my stomach, then capture her hand and suck her index finger into my mouth. “I’m up for my morning run at six sharp without exception. A few beers aren’t going to have that much of an effect. Besides, I can think of a way to work off some calories.”
Elena gasps when I haul her up my body, spreading her legs so she’s straddling me. Her lips part and her breaths come harder and faster as I start unbuttoning my jeans. I’m as hard as a rock just from watching her cross the distance from the shore to where I’m sitting, and don’t even care how pitiful that makes me. I’m addicted to this fiery woman, which isn’t a problem when she’s always close enough for me to get my fix.
“Let’s make a baby,” I murmur, moving the scrap of her bikini aside and pushing into her. The tight clench of her around me is perfect, and the slight undulation of her hips driving me wild.
“Dr. Molena said it may not happen as fast as we want,” she says, bracing her hands on my chest and moving with the upward pulses of my hips. “I’ve only been off the implant for a month.”
“All it takes is once,” I remind her, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes. Our movements are leisurely and slow, our bodies well attuned to one another. “In the meantime, let’s just call this practice.”
The decision to end Elena’s birth control and open ourselves to the possibilities of expanding our family wasn’t an easy one. So much of my stance against having children was shaped by my past, but Elena proves to me every day that I don’t have to be ruled by my past. My life doesn’t have to be like my parents’, something that’s plainly obvious right now, as I make love to my wife on the beach during our honeymoon. I can’t imagine being privileged to hold a tiny human that’s part Elena and part me, and want to do anything other than protect them and love them with everything I have. With a mother like Elena and a father like me, none of the evils of our world will touch them, and none of the horrors of my childhood will have any place in our family. My kid can be whoever and whatever they want to be … even something as imaginative as a pro baseball player.
Elena moans, taking my hands and holding them over her breasts. “Hmm … I like practice.”
“Good,” I tell her, gripping her neck and pulling her down so I can kiss her lips. “Because I’m going to … practice on you for the rest of our trip. Every morning, every night. Lunchtime, too.”
She laughs, and the sounds melts into another moan, her legs shaking on either side of me as she approaches climax. “I like the sound of that.”
I grip Elena’s hips and drive up into her one last time, coming at the exact same time she does. We cling to each other, shaking sharing panted breaths as I pump my hips and give her every drop of my finish.