My Honeymoon With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) (3 page)

“
Mitch…baby…slow down,” she pleaded as she gasped for breath. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as all he did was suck harder. It seemed the more she pleaded, all he did was suck more. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming when he switched to give her other breast equal torture. “You’re going to kill me,” she said as he sucked on one breast and let his hand rub the other one. Before she knew it, one of his hands was struggling to get his pants off as he held on to her back using his other hand. “I’ll do it,” she said raising herself to get his pants off. He quickly wiggled out of his pants as he pulled her panties to the side “Oh my…God!” she suddenly cried out when he filled her up. She looked down at him panting for breath. His pupils were dilated from the lust that had taken over. She felt him secure his arms around her before he began pushing himself inside her, slowly. She looked into his eyes as he pushed himself into her until every inch of his cock was buried deep inside her. Without knowing it, she had begun digging her nails into the rich leather of the seats as she felt him pull out and then push back in. She closed her eyes and eased herself on and off his cock, letting her cunt coat him with her juices.

She was his and he was hers. They both knew it and they had confessed that in front of all their friends and families. Something about that thought simply drove her over the edge. Subconsciously, she had taken over and was now almost drop fucking herself onto his rigid cock. She had not even noticed that he no longer held her. All she knew was that the feeling of Mitchell’s cock buried deep inside of her was all she needed right now. “Mitch…I want to…” she began saying but her voice trailed off as her body erupted in a rhythm of violent orgasms. She buried her head in his shoulder as she felt her muscles giving out. Mitchell was not left behind either. The wonderful feeling of her pussy convulsing against his hardness was enough to send him over the edge. He cried out as he held her close, waiting for his orgasmic state to pass.

As they lay in each other’s arms, panting, tired, spent, they never felt the limo come to a slow stop.

“
We need to dress up,” Mitchell said in a whisper. She nodded as she climbed off him. She looked around for her bra and noticed it dangling on the door handle. She giggled as she put it on and looked over at Mitchell who was tucking in his shirt.

“
I need to change,” she said. “And something to drink,” she added as she turned around so Mitch could zip her up.

“
You can do that on the jet,” he said zipping her gown up.

“
So I still have to wait and find out what it is you have planned?” she asked as the driver opened the door for them. Mitchell leaned over and kissed Natasha softly.

“
I love when you blackmail me with sex and trust me, I’m not complaining,” he said. “But this time, Natasha Black-Schmidt, it won’t work,” he added and planted another kiss on her forehead. She suddenly felt her cheeks flush.

“
Let’s go, my blushing bride. A beautiful time awaits,” he said in a mock old English voice.

“
Why yes, my Lord,” she said with a smile as she took his hand and followed him out. She would just have to trust him.

Mitchell had been right to deny all details pertaining to their honeymoon to Natasha because there were no words that could describe their honeymoon destination. It could be because there was no way his very financial talk would ever measure up to magical island of Antigua.

Everything about the island was perfect, including the fact that it was a Caribbean island. Once they landed, she could immediately tell that her honeymoon was not only going to be amazing but also one everyone would be envious of. Mitchell had her blindfolded in the car until they got to the hotel suite. At some point, Natasha had scolded him about the fact that people would look at them strangely.

“So, let them,” was his reply. Once in the suite, Mitchell removed the blindfold and stepped back as his wife took in the lovely scene.

“
Oh my God,” she said in a low voice. “This is so….” Her voice trailed off as she struggled to get the right words to finish her sentence.

“
Perfect, right?” he asked. All she could do was nod. The suite was up on the thirtieth floor overlooking the beach and community pool below. Outside on the balcony was a beautiful Jacuzzi that Natasha silently made plans to get to know a little better, or maybe a lot better. The king size bed looked luscious and inviting with a white spread and red rose petals scattered all over it. Right in the middle of the bed was a bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate for dipping them. There was a bottle of champagne on ice, two glasses and a plate of chicken wings on the bedside table. She turned around and looked at Mitchell.

“
You planned all this?” she asked looking at him. He smiled and nodded.

“
But the wings are mine. The chocolate is obviously for the lady,” he said as he closed the door. He walked towards her and took her in his arms. “I told you the quickie in the limo wouldn’t ruin our wedding night,” he said. Natasha smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“
Technically it’s the morning after the wedding night,” she said. “We’ve been flying for eight hours remember?” she asked smiling.

“
Of course,” he said. “So, what do you want to do first?” he asked.

“
I don’t know. This is my first honeymoon. What did you do on your first honeymoon?” she asked looking up at him. Mitchell frowned.

“
That’s way below the belt,” he said. “You have to pay for that you know,” he said.

“
That’ is exactly what I want,” Natasha said kicking off her shoes. “I have been a very naughty girl and maybe I need a spanking,” she said in a mock child voice. He smiled as she let go of his neck and moved towards the bed. “But first,” she said as she picked up the bowl of strawberries. Mitchell smiled and dramatically rubbed his hands together.

“
I have never been one to shy away from a steamy situation,” he said. Natasha smiled and put the bowl down.

“
Maybe we can soap each other up while we talk about our plans for the future. You know, the normal boring stuff that married people do,” she added as she walked towards the bathroom. “Oh and Mitchell,” she said stopping in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a sexy beckoning smile. “Now that we are in the Caribbean, maybe you should bring your A-game,” she said before practically running to the bathroom.

“
Woman, when have I ever not brought my A-game?” he asked as he walked after her. He quickly got out of his clothes and dumped them on the floor. “I’m about to show you what my B-game can do,” he said. Natasha frowned as she started the shower. “If you survive that, I will bring my A-game,” he said with a smile. She laughed as she wriggled out of her dress.

“
Sometimes I wonder how I never managed to see that humongous ego you have,” she said as she stepped under the shower. He joined her under the running water and looked into her eyes.

“
I wanted to make sure I marry you before I showed that ugly side,” he said smiling. She smiled up at him as he put his hands on her waist. She saw him give her now wet breasts a long lingering look. If she didn’t know any better she could have sworn he was staring.

“
Ahem, Mitch. They are still the same ones you have been looking at for the past two years,” she said. He laughed and turned her around.

“
I know. It’s just that you seem to be more beautiful every time I see you. I can’t believe you…all this...” He ran a hand up her upper thigh to her torso, “...is all mine,” he said finally before planting a kiss on her shoulder. She smiled and put her own hands on his.

“
What do you intend on doing about having all this goodness in your hands right now?” she asked. He pulled her backward toward him so that she could lean against him. She could already feel his semi-erection pressing against her ass. Even after eight hours of flying, he still had the vigor of a teenage boy in heat. He brought his head down again and kissed her other shoulder before trailing his tongue along her shoulder blade. She closed her eyes as he reached for a loofah and some bathing gel on one of the shelves. She let out a low gasp when she felt the cold bathing gel being squeezed onto her back before he began to slowly and gently scrub her back using the loofah. He turned her around and did the same to her breasts but instead of using the loofah, he worked the lather up using his hands, obviously enjoying the sensation of her hard nipples pressing against his palms. She put her hand out and as if in a telepathic mood, he immediately knew what she was asking for. He reached for the bathing gel and squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and then put it back. She looked into his eyes as she began to slowly rub the gel on his chest, his abs and finally his now rigid cock. She heard a low moan escape his lips and smiled.

Natasha began to slowly rub the gel up and down his shaft, totally disregarding the rest of his torso.

“The rest of my body needs cleaning too,” Mitchell said in a low voice. She smiled.

“
I am not interested in the rest of your body right now,” she said. “I was hoping you would appreciate it,” she added as a frown took over her smile. He leaned against the cool tiled wall and smiled down at her.

“
I’m sorry I ever complained,” he said as she went on rubbing her hands up and down. She looked at him and smiled, an evil if not erotic smile.

“
That’s what I want to hear,” she said as her other hand made its way around his neck. She pulled him down for a long kiss. It was a sensual kiss with their lips hard pressed against each other, their tongues meeting in glorious eroticism. She pulled away from his lips as her hand also pulled away from his cock. He looked down at her in disapproval but all she did was smile and pull him under the running water. They kissed as the water flowed down their bodies. He suddenly pulled away and turned her around once again. She gasped when she felt two of his fingers finding their way to her already wet insides. She leaned against him and writhed as he began working his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first but rapidly as they went on. She began uttering small moans, especially when his other hand cupped a breast, holding her roughly against his own fiery body.

“
Mitchell, I want more,” she moaned. He needed no second bidding. He turned the water off and walked her out of the bathroom to the bed. He quickly took the bowl of strawberries and chocolate and placed it on the floor before gently pushing her down on the bed. Their bodies were still soapy, evidence of how unproductive their shower session had been. He brought his body on top of hers and looked into her eyes. “I want you so much, baby,” she said again. Her pupils were dilated from the lust she had for him from the way she wanted him to ravage her. Mitchell looked into her eyes as he slid himself inside her.  She closed her eyes as she felt him filling her every fold, feeling her depths. She raised her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing for an even deeper penetration. Mitchell gave a small thrust of his hips to show his appreciation.

“
Open your eyes,” he said looking down at her perfect face. “I want you to look at me as I make love to you,” he said. She looked into his eyes as he began a slow but sure movement inside her, slowly ensuring that each stroke spoke what his words could not. He sank deep inside her and brought himself up. She was having an increasingly hard time keeping her focus on his face, in his eyes. She wanted to bury her face in his shoulder and scream, wincing her face in ecstasy but he didn’t want to break the gaze. She  looked into his eyes as he sank inside her again and again and again…bringing her dangerously close to her relief. He knew she was about to get to that point of no return. He knew she wanted to cry out, going by the way she moaned and the way her face would flinch every time he thrust deep inside her. “I want to hear you moan for me , baby,” he said. Natasha looked at him and let out a squeak when he once again thrust into her. His long soft strokes had now been replaced by long hard ones. His hips were now slamming into her more intensely as he went on. She once again let another loud moan escape her lips when he thrust into her. The intense look he gave her must have contributed to her fast orgasm as she soon began feeling her insides almost crying for help and he, the wonderfully attractive tormenting devil he was, slowed down.

“
Why would he slow down now?”
she wondered as she raised her hips to encourage him. He smiled down at her and pulled his cock out of her. “No….don ‘t…please…” she begged. He smiled as he once again reintroduced himself to her wet pussy. She screamed out as one of his powerful thrusts made her own walls explode in the tune of millions. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his back as he went on thrusting, struggling to stay inside her despite the raging force threatening to push his cock out of her. His perseverance paid off as he soon felt himself erupt inside her, pouring load after load of his own cum into her.

“
I love you so much Natasha,” he said as he panted for breath. She relaxed her legs on the bed and her arms dropped to her side. At that moment, Mitchell’s limp cock slipped out of her preceding a gooey mess on the bed.

“
I love you too, Mitchell,” she said in a whisper as Mitchell rolled off her tired body. He took her hand in his and the two of them drifted off to sleep.

*****

On the fourth day of their honeymoon in the magical islands, Natasha decided to try out the pool. She had been procrastinating on everything…a walk on the beach, the pool, shopping…all because she and Mitchell were like sex crazed bunnies. On this day, she woke up excited to see what Antigua had to offer. Instead of the usual room service breakfast, the two of them had headed down the poolside café.

“
But I want to stay in bed all day,” Mitchell had said in the morning.

“
Mitchell Schmidt, if you continue screwing the brains out of me, I will not have a vagina by the time we get back to the States,” she had told him. “Besides, I need some air. All I can smell in here is sex,” she had said before they headed out. Mitchell may not have wanted to make love all day, but as he told her, there was something beautiful about not having to wake up early, not having your phone ringing off the hook or emails popping up every second. It was the life he had always wanted.

“
You do realize you would be worth maybe ten, fifteen dollars if you had this life, right?” she asked as they rode down the elevator.

“
Hey, I said I wanted to wake up late, not wake up late and carry a sign saying ‘will work for food.’ I love being rich. I just need a break sometimes,” he said as the elevator doors opened.

“
And his true colors finally show,” Natasha said as they walked out. The sun kissed pool was a sight to behold. The hotel had gone the extra mile to construct a pool that gave the “I am right in the middle of the ocean” impression. It was in the middle of a tropical setting…low hanging branches, rock waterfalls…basically, if you simply focused on the pool, you’d have the feeling of being lost at sea and swimming to a tropical island.

“
Good morning, Mr. Schmidt, Mrs. Schmidt,” a brown skinned waiter said with a smile. Natasha and Mitchell smiled back at him.

“
Good morning, Zeneal,” Mitchell said. “Do you think we could have our breakfast in the poolside café?” he asked.

“
Well, the café is part of the hotel so I’m sure they won’t mind,” Zeneal replied.

“
Oh good, because there is this beautiful omelet you have been serving that is simply divine. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t have it,” Natasha said in mock drama. The three of them  laughed.

“
We will make sure you have your usual bacon omelet, Mrs. Schmidt,” Zeneal said. “Anything for you sir?” he asked looking at Mitchell.

“
Just the usual, but extra butter in the pan for the pancakes. I want the edges nice and crispy,” he said as he and Natasha walked towards the pool.

“
Just so you know, when we are back home, you will be on brown rice and kale for a week,” Natasha said as the two of them walked towards one of the empty tables. Mitchell looked at her questioningly.

“
Why would you even say that?” he asked as he pulled out a seat for her.

“
You have been having extra buttered pancakes every day since we got here! Heart attack alert,” she said sitting down. She thanked God her eyes were well concealed behind the big sunglasses she had on because she would have bust out laughing when he called her bluff, which was going to be any time now….Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold sensation on her back. She looked at Mitchell who said nothing. He just stood there his mouth gaping open as if he had just seen the most shocking thing ever.