Eliza Sharp Wears White (Eliza Sharp #5) (Patreon)

Eliza let the water wash over her, careful to keep her hair away from the spray. She just needed to rinse off after the long day. Wearing a puffy wedding dress was surprisingly hot, even though they’d planned their wedding for the fall and outside it was a chilly fifty degrees.

A shiver ran through her and she smiled, thinking about how the day had flown and now she found herself in the bathroom of a honeymoon suite. And out in the bedroom was her…husband. Oh god! Her husband! Cody was her husband!

“Mrs. Cody Sharp.” Eliza whispered, using the bar of ivory soap along her arms, her armpits, along her collarbone. “Mrs. Eliza Sharp. Mrs. Sharp.” Every iteration made her grin. It made her shiver and want to giggle and dance. Hell, she already had danced when she’d slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving her eager looking husband with a promise that she’d be out in no time and they’d be able to finally consummate their marriage.

They’d had sex plenty since that first night and Cody’s subsequent proposal. But tonight… tonight was different. This would be their first time as a true and lasting couple. As husband and wife. For some that didn’t mean much, but for Eliza it meant everything. She’d been thinking and planning and even journaling about what she wanted to do. How she wanted to please Cody. What she hoped for and longed for and lusted after. She’d filled a whole journal. God some of it was embarrassing. Maybe one day she’d let Cody read it, but for not that was going to be a secret, something to hold close to her heart. A little piece of her heart on paper to be explored at a later date.

Now she was here. Finally. The wedding had been perfect. Her burly father dressed in a tux that strained against his barrel chest, with glistening tears in his eyes as he put her hand into Cody’s and whispered reassurances to them both. Encouragement to love one another and always communicate, to make each other a priority. When he was done, the duty of giving the bride awy finished, he sat back to Eliza’s mother, a slim woman who looked like a glimpse into Eliza’s future when it came to how she would age, her father took her mother’s hand and squeezed tight.

They loved Cody almost as much as she did.

They’d exchanged vows. Weathered congratulations and celebration. Fed each other cake. Threw the bouquet and garter. All the traditional things. It was perfect.

Now she wanted to end this perfect day with true and pure ecstasy for her brand new husband. The man that had captured her heart and held it so gently. God she wanted him to be happy. So happy. Just like her.

She was sure Cody was happy, he’d had a smile on his face from the moment their eyes met from down the aisle. But tonight was about her really showing him. She’d planned it out, and now it was time to execute.

Shutting off the shower, Eliza reached out and grabbed a large fluffy towel, wrapping it around herself as she stepped out of the shower. Whipping a hand across the fogged mirror, she stared back at herself, the eager glow in her cheeks and the spark in her eye as she anticipated what would happen soon.

With delicate care, Eliza began to dry herself off. She moved the plush towel along her arms, her chest, over her breasts and under, along her stomach and between her legs. The feeling of soft cotton against her bare folds made her shiver and lick her lips as she descended, drying her legs and feet and then placing the towel on the rack. She took stock of herself in the mirror for a moment, and then pulled her make up back close and began to slow process of touching up and replacing the makeup she’d been wearing all day.

She’d been careful not to get her face wet when rinsing off, but splashes happened. The next few minutes she touched up her blush and eyeshadow. When her makeup was perfect, accenting her natural beauty, Eliza took a step back and looked herself over again. Her breasts were perky, nipples bubblegum pink and hard, as if they were ready to be chewed. She brushed back a few loose strands of hair from her face and picked up the bottle of body oil she’d brought, a soft scent of roses and honey.

Heart pounding, Eliza slowly poured a generous amount of oil into her palm and began to rub it into her skin, moving along her arms, massaging it into her shoulders. She dripped some along her chest, softly pressing it in along the gentle slope of her breasts, over her nipple making her shiver, under her breast and then down her chest, along her stomach, swirling her finger in her bellybutton. Bending forward, her cheeks pulling apart, she dripped oil along her ass crack, letting it slide down over her pink pucker, cascading along her smooth labia. Her hand followed, rubbing it into her skin with a soft hum of anticipatory pleasure.

The oil made her already radiant skin glitter and glisten in the light of the bathroom. Her skin becoming a dim mirror reflecting the glow of the world around her. Putting the oil aside, she picked up a small perfume bottle and spritzed some on both wrists, rubbing them together and then rubbing her wrists along her neck. Then, feeling a bit daring and naughty, she pulled apart the smooth lips of her pussy and gave a shallow spritz of the perfume onto her pussy, giggling with the thought of Cody getting to smell the flowery scent on her sex.

Eliza had carefully placed her brand new lingerie on the counter, all intricate lace and embroidery, ivory white silk, whisper thin. She traced her fingers along the miniscule amount of material, thinking about how it was going to look on her, how Cody would see her in it. How would he react? There was no question he’d be aroused. But she wanted to see the look on his face, how his eyes lit up when she put on a show just for him.

The panties were a thin lace thong in the front and a pearl string back, the front triangle of material meant to cover her mound so thin it was like tissue paper. She picked it up and carefully stepping into them, wiggling her bottom to let the pearls nestle between her cheeks and tightly press against her asshole while the front clung to her thinly oiled mound. The oil quickly soaked through the material, plastering it against her like a thin layer of extra skin.

She took her time, making sure the waist band was perfectly placed, the pearls rubbing in just the right spot along her ass, before picking up the eyelash corset. It was a sheer slim masterpiece that slipped around her torso, pushed her breasts up and over the lace cups, putting them on display. Hooking it carefully, the corset further accentuated her hourglass figure. Along the back was a pearl white ribbon crisscrossing and coming to an end in a bow at the swell of her ass. She took slow deep breaths to make sure it was tight, but not too tight.

Next came the garter belt, a hand span in thickness, all lace that snapped around her waist with dangling straps along her thighs, waiting for the stockings they would attach to. Eliza tucked the straps under her panty waistband, the grabbed her stockings and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi tub. Pointing her toe elegantly, she began rolling on the ultra-sheer silk stockings on, smoothing them as she went so there were no wrinkles or seams. They came up to mid thigh, the garter straps stretching and clipping perfectly, pressing into the softness of her leg. Her legs became smooth, endless columns of temptation.

She slipped on her five inch stiletto clear heels, making her even taller. Now she would tower over her husband, but her plan was to be on her knees for him, so her height didn’t matter. Last but not least came the choker with a small dangling pearl and an ivory comb with a veil of tulle covering her hair as it cascaded along her neck and shoulders.

The outfit was beyond perfect. She was a vision of angelic beauty and desire. All for one man. The man that deserved it the most in her opinion. Eliza adjusted the corset, making sure her breasts pert, perky and plump as the garment pushed them up. Her nipples glistened from the thin layer of oil, hard like pink diamonds. Her fingers traced the thin material between her legs along her bald mound, smoothing out a few little oily wrinkles.

Her breath was coming in shallow hiccups of anticipation. She was ready. Ready to be Cody’s wife. In body and soul. She’d dreamed of a day like this since she was little and started understanding love and marriage. But finding a man like Cody, that had seemed far too fantastical. Oh she knew Cody wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws. And Eliza knew she wasn’t perfect either. But they were two imperfect people that had found each other and, in spite of their flaws and failures, had wanted nothing more than to make a life together and walk through life, flaws and all.

They’d been living together for a couple of months now, getting ready for the wedding and doing their best to adjust to the new dynamic they were committing to. Cody didn’t like rinsing his toothbrush. It was a mess of dried toothpaste that Eliza found herself staring at while she brushed her own teeth, wondering how in the world he could do something so… so… horrible.

Eliza rarely put her panties in the hamper, having come to a routine of every couple of weeks going on a hunt around her apartment, picking up her discarded undies and tossing them all into the wash. Cody had taken it upon himself to pick up her panties and put them ‘where they belonged’---his words, not hers.

He snored. Not overly loud, but for a good hour in the middle of the night, he sounded like a far off freight train.

Cody noted that Eliza had a habit of not finishing drinks, leaving glasses around the apartment a quarter full. Especially coffee, she never finished, there was also a bit left behind.

The list wasn’t endless, but it was long and filled with tiny things that itched and bothered and rubbed each other the wrong way.

But Eliza found herself smiling, thinking about those things. About how it was the small stuff that made a person. We were all made up of little idiosyncrasies. Good and bad and indifferent.

She wanted to know them all. All the good tidbits and bad. She wanted to complain about his rough parts and have him do the same about hers. Knowing that they were paying attention to each other. And then she wanted to make up after the arguments, screaming in orgasm and pleasure as they showed each other that the small things paled in comparison to the love they had for the whole person.

Taking a few deep breaths, she gave herself one more look, making sure her appearance was exactly how she wanted so that when her husband—ahhhh! Husband!---saw her, he’d think an angel had come down and was ready to give him all the pleasures of heaven.

She was ready. Licking her lips and touching her stomach, trying to settle the butterflies, she turned to the door and summoned all the years of modeling practice, training, poise and dedication, and opened it, stepping out into the honeymoon suite.

…

“Holy fuck.” Cody gasped. His eyes went wide as he stared at the living statue of a goddess walking towards him. Sheer lace and silk covering her body, tight against her curves, accenting rather than hiding.

He’d seen Eliza at plenty of her modeling shoots, but how she looked now, had someone been there to take pictures, she would have convinced people that angels were real with every snap of the camera.

The smile on her lips was mind-melting. His cock was at full attention and painfully erect in his dark silk boxers. Why hadn’t he thought to dress up? Did men dress up for the honeymoon? How? God, that was so stupid. A true embodiment of sex was walking towards him and he was worried about what sort of underwear he should be wearing?

Cody attempted to speak but his voice was gone. All he could do was watch as his wife—geez Eliza was his wife! His partner! How? How had he managed that?---came towards him, hips swaying seductively. She stopped in front of him, their eyes connecting over the short distance from him sitting and her standing.

“H…hey…” He finally muttered.

Eliza bit her lip and her cheeks redened. “Hey.” She whispered back. “Do you… do you like it?” Her voice caught for just a moment, as if unsure.

“God, Eliza. You’re… I… I mean I always knew and thought you were beautiful but… I mean… how… I don’t even know what to say. You’re… perfect.”

A blush rushed down her neck, over her chest. He saw her nipples harden more, nestles in a garden of lace. She touched his cheek, just with the soft pads of her fingers and the barest scrap of her nails against his skin. “As long as I’m perfect for you. That’s all that matters.”

Eliza’s eyes glistened for a moment, and Cody stood up, afraid she was about to cry. “Hey…hey.” He carefully wrapped his arms around her, cheek against her temple as she leaned into him. “You’re everything. With or without makeup.”

She snorted a soft laugh. “God Cody. You’re so cheesy.” Her hands grasped his arms and she took a step back. “And I love you so fucking much.”

He smiled back at her, seeing the unshed tears vanish.

“No… my dear…” She cleared her throat and bit her lips excitedly, “Husband.” The word was like a sort of declaration. A confession of faith. “I want you to sit back and let your new wife show you exactly what you mean to her.”

Cody blinked a second. “Eliza… you don’t…”

She shook her head, hands firmly on his bare chest. He wasn’t cut. Only the barest sign of abs. Cody had a soft look, healthy and trim but all soft hills rather than cut valleys and ridges. She wanted to fucking lick every inch of him. And Cody’s sense of fairness and balance wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted and giving him what he deserved.

“Cody. Dear. It's our night. My night to give my wedding gift to you. My body. My mind. My soul. All of me. It’s yours. And I’m going to give it to you. And you’re going to give me all of you too. You’ll have your turn to explore me and do anything with me you want. But right now, this moment, it’s mine to give to you.” Her words were soft. She leaned in, down really because of the extra height her heels gave her, and kissed Cody’s lips as gently as a flower petal touched by the wind.

“Now. Lie back, and let your wife have her way with you.” Her grin was the pure embodiment of moral lust.

Cody fell back onto the bed, his boxers tented.

Eliza giggled, her tits bouncing in her corset, the nipples hard and ripe. Behind her, as if the universe knew Eliza’s plans before they’d even arrived, a mirror reflected her backside, her ass cheeks gently jiggling as she stepped forward and bend down, hands on Cody’s thighs. He could clearly see his wife’s face and in the background her plump ass split by her tiny string panties.

Her lips touched his thigh, soft and warm. She placed slow kissed up, up, up, over the silk of his boxers until her cheek pressed, softly caressing against the tenting bulge of his cock. Cody groaned. The feeling beyond erotic.

“God you’re big.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the silky material, sucking against his covered shaft. “So big for me.” Her eyes met his, the fires of love and lust mixed so volitally that Cody thought she was about to pounce and devour him.

Wiggling her hips, knowing he could see her ass in the mirror, Eliza cupped Cody’s balls in the silk, gently fondling as she continued to plan sensual kisses along his shaft. Up over where the tip pressed to the silk, leaking precum, soaking through so that a small string clung to her pink lips as she pulled away. She licked up the string and groaned. “Mmmm honey, youre pre-cum tastes so fucking good.”

Cody let his head fall back, panting, trying with every fiber of his being to not cum prematurely. Eliza recognized his struggle and relished in the fact her husband was so turned on by her and her light touches, that he wanted to explode. She planned to fuck him all night. Exhaust him. Drain him like a succubus. She was going to give him pleasure beyond measure and this was just the beginning.

“Are you going to cum, honey?” Her sultry whisper sent a shiver through Cody’s entire body.

“I…I’m trying…” He stammered.

“Do you want your wife to help you?” She stood back up with a wide grin. Without a word she walked back into the bathroom, gone for only a moment, and then returned holding a small silicon loop.

Cody stared at it for a moment, unsure what Eliza was holding as she returned to her place between his legs. She began to pull his boxers down, letting them cling to his cock until they slipped off and his erection bounced free, smacking against his stomach. Her hands caressed, touching his length like it was something sacred. With careful precision, Eliza stretched the loop and put his cock through it until it was at his base. She gently released it and it instantly snapped around him.

“It’s a cock ring.” Eliza whispered. Cody’s cock instantly began to swell, the blood no longer allowed to escape. It also had the added effect of preventing his orgasm.

“Shit.” He gasped, feeling the sudden grip of the loop.

Eliza kissed along the bulging viens in his cock. “Mmm, does it feel good? Hurt? Both?” She teased him with the tip of her tongue along his dripping frenulum. Tasting his oozing precum.

“Fuck…god Eliza…” He lifted his hips at the stimulation and restraint around his base.

“That’s what I plan on doing.” She grabbed hold of his cock, looked him straight in the eye and dragged her tongue along his whole length. She did it lewdly. Openly. The whole flat of her tongue against him till she reached his tip, then spit on it. The saliva dripped all over his swollen purple head.

“Your cock is so fucking yummy, Cody.” She groaned, stroking him up and down as she closed her lips around the tip and began to suck.

“Oh…ohhhhfuck…” Cody groaned, reaching for his wife’s head, holding her hair.

She popped off. “No hands. Grab the sheets. I’m doing this all on my own.” Her words were dripping with pure ecstasy, her lips returning to his head and sliding over the ridge bobbing up and down on it as she stroked in time with her mouth.

Cody grabbed the bedsheets, watching his new wife tease and edge his cock. His body hummed with euphoria. Pleasure he hadn’t ever felt before was washing over him, sweeping him away with its white water current.

Eliza bobbed on his cockhead for several long seconds. Coating it in her saliva, letting it drip down his shaft before moving down to his heavy balls, sucking one and then the other into her mouth as she continued pumping his erection.

Widening her stance, Eliza moved her hips, letting her ass wiggle in the mirror, cheeks just barely slapping together for her husband’s viewing pleasure.

“God. God fuck Eliza…babe…I…ohhhhh shit.” He kept groaning, unable to come to a release thanks to the cock ring.

Eliza was all over him. Kissing. Licking. Sucking, Stroking. His cock was swollen and dripping in her spit and his pre-cum. She lavished it with her attention, wanting him to experience pure bliss. For his whole body and all his senses to be centered on this one beautiful appendage.

Her pussy was dripping, soaking through and mixing with the oil so that her panties became just a slick barely there and completely translucent piece of fabric. She was on fire, her pussy burning hot like the core of the earth. Molten and ready to burst.

“I want you so bad Cody.” She crooned, sucking along the underside of his cock making him pulse, oozing more and more pre-cum all over himself. “I fucking love you so much. So much. I want you.”

“Ohhh god Eliza…” Cody was whimpering in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I want you too. I love you. Fuck…fuck I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Eliza let out a joyful laugh and stood up, quickly climbing onto the bed and straddling Cody’s lap. “Believe it honey. God you’d better believe it. I’m all yours. Forever.” Hands on his chest, she lowered her hips and pressed her panty covered mound against his shaft. Her lips puffed and gripped hold of him through the oiled slick material.

Cody grabbed her hips. “Eliza…” He stared up at her, eyes glistening.

She slowly dragged her nails along his chest. “Cody.” It was a whispered prayer when she said his name. Tears came to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “Oh god Cody, I love you. I can’t believe it. That we are here.”

He was nodding, gripping her hips as she moved them in slow miniscule circles, letting her oiled and slick pussy mound rub along his shaft. An intimate pussy job with barely a millimeeter of material separating them from skin on skin.

“Are you really happy?” he asked, hands moving from her hips, up along her waist and stomach, over the corset to her breasts, thumbs gently rubbing her hard nipples.

“So happy.” She gasped. “So happy I can’t even tell you. I… fuck honey…” She looked down at him as she cried happy tears, pressing her pussy against him harder. “You really don’t even know. I’ve been wanting this all my life. When I played with dolls, I imagined having a husband. A family. I watched my parents love each other and wanted to have that. To have the love and the care and the devotion.”

She bounced on him, letting her pussy smack wetly against his shaft, her ass cheeks slapping his thighs. It was playful and fun. She laughed and cried. Smiling wide as she began to sob. Cody leaned up and wrapped her in his arms, tight, bringing her face to his chest and letting the tears wet his skin as he kissed her temple.

“God I love you. I know maybe this is a lot. Dramatic. But Cody, I can’t believe we found each other.” She snuggled close even as she continued to gyrate her hips, rubbing over his erection.

“I can’t either. But we did. We are here. Together.” he whispered into her hair.

“Never let me go.” She kissed his chest. “Keep me. Keep me forever.”

Cody’s hands moved down her back and to her ass, gripping it hard. The mixture of emotional exposure, intimacy, and sexual desire was a cocktail that had them both shifting from innocent to passionate from second to second. A rollercoaster.

She nipped at his chest with her teeth, wiggling her ass in his grip. Her hand moved behind, pulling the string so her panties peeled away from her pussy. With expert ease, she adjusted as she clung to him, wrapping her legs around him and settling into the Lotus position, Cody’s cock pressed againt her mound.

Her mouth moved to his neck, sucking hard, leaving a hicky within seconds from the tight violent nature of her kiss. Then she moved back, tilted her face and their lips met. Hard. Needy. Their tongues met. Teeth bit. Her arms wrapped around him, around his neck. His hands lifted her, angling his cock to find her opening.

Their lips pulled apart with a wet pop. “yes. Yes honey. In me. Please.” Eliza whimpered.

Cody glanced down between them, trying to visually assure himself that he was angled correctly.

Eliza grabbed his chin and made him meet her eyes. “In the eye. Look me in the eye. I want you to see my face when you…oh…ohhhhh fuck…” Her eyes widened.

Cody’s cock head pressed against her opening, slipping in, sinking deep into her slick tunnel.

Tears fell down her cheeks like a waterfall. “Oh god Cody. Oh god. Fuck…fuck!” It didn’t matter that this wasn’t thier first time having sex. Eliza had had Cody inside her so many times since that first night and their subsequent engagement. But this… it was special beyond measure.

This wasn’t her friend’s cock. Her boyfriend’s cock. Her fiance’s cock. It was her husband’s cock, sliding inside her. Stretching her walls. Filling her up so exquisitely that she thought she’d die of happiness.

Their eyes were locked, she allowed her face to freely express everything. No holding back. She released all inhibitions and let Cody see the unbridaled amazement and love as he slide deeper inside her, deeper until his balls pressed against her ass.

She arched back, head tipping and exposing her throat to him as if he were a vampire and she wanted nothing more than to have him claim her body and soul. “Ohhhh god! God above! Holy heaven. Ohhhhh fuck.” She whimpered, her pussy spasming around him, squeezing and milking him.

The cock ring didn’t let him cum. It held him back. And he was both greatful and furious. He wanted to release inside her. To fill her. But he also wanted this moment to last. Holding her ass tight, he started to slowly lift and drop her onto him. Each time she whimpered like a mewling kitten. Arms tight around his neck. Head back in ecstasy as he began to fuck her.

They bounced up and down in the Lotus position on the bed. Wrapped around each other. Cody deep inside her as her lips dragged and gripped him with every in and out.

“Cody! Ohhh god Cody! Please! Please!” She was practically screaming. What she was asking for, she didn’t even know, but she wouldn’t stop begging.

With a burning determination, Cody grit his teeth, dug his fingers into the softness of his wife’s ass, and began to bounce her faster on his cock. The feeling inside like slick burning oil. It dripped down his balls, splashed onto the bed. Eliza’s hands gripped his shoulders as she arched back, breasts out and bouncing free from the corsets minor restraint.

“YES! OH GOD! OH GOD!” She cried, legs frimly wrapped around his waist, hair waving behind her as she bend back like a gymnast.

Cody was panting, sweating, the intensity of Eliza riding him, squeezing and clenching around him violently, his grip and muscles firm as he bounced her, took every ounce of concentration and stamina that he had. Eliza’s tits bounced in front of him and he shoved his face between them, almost comically sucking whatever flesh he could manage to touch with his lips. The side of her breast. The areola. The nipple. It jumped and smacked him in the face over and over and he didn’t care. It was pure bliss.

“Am I tight enough for you honey? Huh? Is your wife’s pussy tight enough on your fucking fat cock?” Eliza’s dirty words drove Cody on harder. Nails digging into the softness of her ass cheeks, leaving deep bruises that Eliza would later admire in the mirror, tracing them seductively on their first night in their honeymoon suite in the Caribbean. Teasing him about how strong he was.

“So…so tight…” Cody moaned, every word a labored breath.

“You wanna cum in me? You wanna cum up deep inside your wife? Huh? Do you baby?” Her hands gripped his hair, pulling his face to hers in a fierce kiss, biting his lip and tasting just a tiny hint of blood.

“FUCK!” He spanked her ass hard, a swift slap in answer to her bite. “I… I want…you…dripping…”

“Yes baby! Yes! Make me drip your cum! I don’t want to go a single day on our honeymoon without your fucking semen inside me!” She pressed her face against his neck, whimpering as she felt the most powerful orgasm rising up like a tsunami wave.

“Eliza! I…oh fuck…ohhhhhh fuck…” There was no way the cock ring was going to stop what was about to happen.

She bit his earlobe. “Fucking spew your hot fucking cum deep inside me. All over my cervix. In my womb. Fill me up Cody! Make me yours forever!”

Her own words pushed Eliza over the edge. She screamed, biting down on his shoulder as wave after brutal, unstoppable wave crashed into her. Cody cried out with her, the restraint of the cock ring doing nothing to stop the volcanic eruption of his ejaculation. He pumped stream after stream of potent cum deep into Eliza’s cunt. She shuddered as she felt it, the thick creamy warmth filling her up and dripping out around the tight union of her lips and his cock.

“Yes! Yes. Fill me. Oh god baby. Cody. Honey. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck!” She sobbed.

Together they tumbled, Eliza falling back onto the bed, Cody on top of her. They clung tightly together, sticky and sweaty as they attempted to remove any space between them.

Eliza traced her fingers along the muscles in Cody’s back, feeling how tightly wound they were. The sweat slick along his spine. She pressed her lips against his shoulder, slow and steady, coming down from her orgasm, easing him down from his. One hand on his back, the other in his damp hair, she took in deep breaths of him, smelling him, taking everything about him into her.

She kept her legs wrapped around him, his cock still hard and buried inside her, cum dripping down between her ass cheeks, over her asshole. “I love you.” She whispered into his ear. “I love you.”

Moments passed. Their hearts continued to pound. Cody began to move his hips again, the slow motion of his cock sliding in and out of her sensitive folds. Cum oozed and overflowed with each deep thrust. Her hands moved to his buttocks, gripping them, relishing how firm his ass was, feeling it flex as he entered her.

“God…so good. So good.” She whimpered.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay like that. The slow tender pace of him inside her. Of her walls sucking him, gripping him. They were connected in such a complete way that Eliza lost herself in the feel of Cody’s heart pounding in his chest as it crushed against her breasts. The taste of his skin, the smell of his musk and sweat, the feel of his lips when they found each other and let their tongues tangle. It was mystical. Unknowable. She pressed hard against her husband and promised with every breath and touch, that she would take care of this man. She was his and he was hers. This was what unity was and she wasn’t going to waste it.

They’d found each other.

Bonus: Eliza Sharp Bears It All

The weather in Montego Bay was as perfect as weather could ever be. It was hot, but not stifling. The breeze from the ocean cooled the skin, tousled the hair, refreshed the lungs when you took in a deep breath of the salty air. Sparse clouds drifted lazily through the sky, giving just enough shade from the blazing sun.

Eliza stepped out onto the patio of their on the water bungalow, staring out at the endless ocean. Cup of coffee in hand, she stretched both arms up and went up onto her toes, loosening her sore muscles. Her bare tits and bald pussy soaked up the sunshine, as well as the rest of her bare skin. She’d decided that her honeymoon was going to be as clothing free as possible, only packing a few light sun dresses to wear for specific occasions. The rest of her wardrobe was lingerie and swim wear. All carefully selected for their sex appeal.

She took a step further out onto the patio, not caring that there were bungalows on either side of theirs. They were angled so that the neighbors weren’t supposed to see each other, but if you stood in just the right place and looked at just the right angle, you could catch a glimpse of the other bungalow’s patio. The same patio that Eliza was standing on naked and unashamed.

People could look all they wanted. Let them drool and dream. Cody was the one that was getting the delights.

A soft snore drifted from the bedroom behind her. Eliza glanced over her shoulder as she took a sip of her rich coffee. Cody was tangled in the white sheets of the king sized bed. Still sound asleep.

She grinned devilishly. She’d worn him out last night. Again. It was only their second night as husband and wife and she’d ridden him like it was her last night on earth. A hand slid down her stomach to her sex, still feeling the puffy soreness from the pounding she’d taken. Cody had a good deal of stamina and determination. He never rested until Eliza got just as much as she gave. She let a finger dip between her lips. It came away with a slick drop of semen.

Looking back out to the ocean, Eliza licked her finger clean of her husband's release and then took a refreshing sip of her coffee, mixing the two bitter tastes. It send erotic shivers down her spine and made her ass wiggle.

“I like that view.” Cody’s sleepy murmur instantly made Eliza’s nipples hard. She turned to face him.

“The ocean is beautiful.” She remarked, holding her coffee up in front of her breasts as if in some perverse advertisement.

Cody chuckled. “I mean your wiggling behind.”

Her cheeks reddened and she smiled. “Cody Sharp. Are you ignoring this absolutely beautiful scenery for an ogle of your wife’s ass?” She cocked a hip and put her hand on it to emphasize her mock disapproval.

Her husband sat up in bed, staring at her with a lazy loving smile. “I think your ass is the most beautiful scenery I have ever laid eyes on.”

Grinning even wider, Eliza turned and pushed her rear towards him, wiggling it, then reach back and pulled a cheek open. “It’s nice, but it has this sink hole in it…” She looked over her shoulder at him playfully. “Maybe you should dive into the depths and see what you find.”

Cody blushed deeper. They hadn’t tried anal yet, but Eliza was determined to let Cody have every hole on their honeymoon. Of course they’d have ample opportunity to do so in their marriage, they didn’t need to rush. But she wanted him to sample all her delights while they had the rare uninterrupted time together, before having to go back to the real world and all it’s responsibilities.

She trailed a finger along her crack, over her asshole. “Maybe tonight?” The question lingered as she licked her lips and stood straight again.

“M…maybe…” He croaked, clearing his throat. It was so fun to make him uncomfortable like this.

She leaned against the doorframe, looking back out at the ocean again and breathing slow.

“You know the other guest might see you, right?” Cody was climbing out of bed, just as naked as Eliza was. She watched his cock, soft now, sway as he went over to the coffee maker.

“So? Let them look. I model lingerie for a living. Sometimes what I’ve worn hardly covers anything. I’m used to eyes on me.” She paused and turned seriously towards Cody. “Unless that bothers you?” They’d had frank discussions already about her job, about how much skin she showed and the fact that photographers and other models were going to end up seeing her naked from time to time. Cody didn’t seem to be too bothered by it. But now they were married, would that change his view?

“Hm? Oh…no…” He held his mug thoughtfully. “I… well… it’s complicated.” He admitted, coming to stand in front of her. “I’m definitely jealous of people seeing you. There’s this sort of misogynistic part of me that wants your nudity all to myself. To hide it from the world. But beauty is meant to be shared. And, I know we pledged ourselves to each other, but I don’t own you Eliza. I don’t own your body or your sexuality. I don’t get to dictate what you show or don’t show. Though I would hope you take my feelings into account now that I’m your husband.”

Eliza put a hand on Cody’s chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. “Of course. Your feelings mean everything to me. If it was something that really bothered you, I could change my position. There’s plenty of other modeling jobs out there that don’t require so much skin.”

“But you don’t want to.” Cody said simply, his smile warm and understanding.

She sighed. “No. Full honesty. I love my job. I love lingerie and modeling it. But you’re my husband, and my priorities have to shift. Sometimes love requires a little sacrifice, and if that meant I needed to put on less revealing clothing for my job, then so be it.” Her nails gently scratched along his chest, down towards his stomach and gently twirled in his belly button playfully.

“I don’t want you to do that Eliza. I’m happy with things as they are. But sure, I’m gonna be jealous and uncomfortable sometimes. I do want you for myself. I know that’s selfish, but love is just a little bit selfish sometimes. I’m jealous for your attention.”

Her hand moved down to Cody’s soft cock, her palm caressing the warm soft flesh. “Mmm you have my attention Cody. All of it. Forever. A job’s a job. That’s all. And if it ever becomes too much, you tell me.” She leaned in and kissed him, sliding her tongue along his lips and teeth. “Because your comfort is more important than my job description.”

He sighed, feeling her lips and her touch, stimulating him as they both stood and sipped their coffee, looking into each other’s eyes.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re comfortable being naked.” He looked out to the ocean for a moment. “Is it more common than I think? You being naked during photo shoots?”

Eliza chuckled. “Not as much as you’d think. I mean, sure, sometimes outfit changes are fast, so we just slip one pair of panties off and switch them for another right there on set. But most of the time we get ready in dressing rooms. Models help each other out. We have assistants that make adjustments and what not. But it’s all professional. At least ninety-eight percent of the time. The other two percent is pretty rare, but…” She shrugged, leaning against Cody, her hand still caressing his genitals.

“So…” He glanced at her curiously.

“Such a nosey Ned.” She sighed. “You know I’ve had sex at photo shoots Cody. I’ve told you as much. It happens. And yes, being nude isn’t all that big a deal to me. Hell, there was this one shoot I did early on where we were at a nude beach. After the shoot was over we all stripped down to nothing to enjoy the day.”

She felt Cody’s cock stir in her hand. Eliza gripped the hardening shaft gently.

“Is that your non-verbal way of asking if anything naughty happened at the nude beach?” She asked casually, one hand on his cock the other bringing her coffee to her lips.

Cody blushed and sipped his own drink.

Leaning in, she nipped at his ear. “Yes dear. The nude beach was very sex positive. We had a bit of a mini orgy.”

His cock hardened further, Eliza’s hand gripped tighter and started to stroke him in the warm air of the Caribbean.

“And if you’re wondering, yes, I got fucked. I think…” She hesitated trying to remember. “I let five men fuck me. Two were crew members, the other three were beach goers. I let the crew cum inside me, the others they just shot all over my tits.”

Cody let out a groan, his jaw clenching as Eliza started pumping his cock faster.

“It was so hot. So sweaty and sticky. I don’t really recommend beach sex. Sand gets everywhere. But it’s hard to resist when there’s all these dangling cocks, swaying tits, bouncing asses, and pretty pussys just out in the open. Begging to be looked at. Getting wet and hard.” Her voice had turned seductive, her grip tight.

“Do you like thinking about that? About me naked in front of all those eyes. Taking eager men’s cocks just to relax after a long day. Laying out in the sun, in the open, legs wide and cock ramming deep into my bald little cunt?” She was growling, fist a furious piston as she stroked her husband.

“Go…god fuck…ahhhh, mmmggggr….” Cody let out a gutteral grunt and bucked his hips into Eliza’s fist. Cum shot out over the patio and into the crystal blue waters of the ocean beneath their bungalow. Jet after thick hard jet. Eliza jerked him off in the clear salt air, licking his ear lobe whispering filthy things to him and relishing in the beauty of her husband’s ejaculation into the ocean.

“Mmmmm that’s my man. Fuck baby that made you cum hard!” She giggled, letting his cock slowly relax and deflat in her hand before she pulled away. Looking at him with mischevious love, she licked the remnants of his cum from her hands as if it were the richest cream. “Yum. A good morning treat.” She winked and took another sip of her coffee.

“Fuck.” Cody breathed, a little weak in the knees but staying upright next to Eliza. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Eliza turned to her husband, playful stern. “No you listen Cody Sharp. You’re not allowed to die. Especially not from your wife giving you a hand job or otherwise.” She stepped close, pressing her bald mound to his soft, now messy, cock. “You’re gonna stick around for a long time, and we are going to grow and explore together.”

Cody smiled and nodded, giving her a gentle kiss on the nose. “Okay. But if you’re gonna say stuff like that, I’ve gotta prepare myself. I knew you were wild but… fuck Eliza, you can be filthy.” He laughed.

She smacked his shoulder, but there wasn’t any strength behind it. “Well all my filthiness is for you now. So buckle up buttercup, I’ve got stories, and I’ve got fantasies, and though I’m a fairly conservatively spoken woman, I’ve got a motherfuck’n filthy vocabulary when the time calls for it.”

Cody was laughing loudly now, wrapping her in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, listening to the echoing sound of his mirth in his chest. They pressed together, naked and unashamed and unafraid. It wasn’t long before Eliza felt Cody’s cock begin to stir again while they stood there enjoying the coffee and the scenery.

“Come on honey.” She pulled away, their skin peeling apart pleasantly. “My mug is empty, and so is my pussy. Only one of them is getting a refill.” They stumbled back into the room and onto the bed, two becoming one again and their soft moans mixing with the gentle crash of the ocean tides.