Chapter 45

"Shayla," Michael whispered. "Shayla, wake up," he said again, softly shaking her.


"Hmm?" She groaned.


"We're here." Shayla stretched and looked around. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, you are so beautiful," Michael said biting his lip.


She smiled and looked out the window, "wow! It's beautiful here, Michael! Where are we? You have to tell me."


"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, welcome to Bora Bora. Please fasten your seatbelts as we land," the pilot said over the intercom.


Shayla gasped, "Bora Bora?! Michael, this place is beautiful!"


"Baby, you have to buckle up," he laughed.


She buckled her seatbelt, "I can't believe we're in Bora Bora."


"Believe it, Shayla. Because we're going to be here for a while.


VII


When they finally reached their honeymoon bungalow, Shayla explored every inch of it, "Michael this place is amazing!" She said as she zipped into the kitchen, the bathrooms and finally the bedroom. Rose petals formed in a heart sat in the center of the white bed. She smiled, "this is lovely."


"What do you want to do? We can swim, go to the meeting center and engage in some activities..." Michael suggested.


"I don't care what we do," she walked up to her husband. "As long as I'm with you."


"What do you say we go swimming then? Then we can go eat, play some games," Michael ran his fingers up and down Shayla's bare arms.


"Sure. Just let me change and I'll be ready," Shayla took one of her bags into the bathroom with her. Michael went out to the back of the bungalow and stepped outside. As he shut the door, he inhaled the salt-filled air from the ocean. The spiral staircase led down into the crystal-clear water. Swimming would be a must because the water was just calling his name and he couldn't resist. In fact, swimming would be first. Their dinner reservation should still be in order for eight o'clock. Only time and patience would tell what would happen after that... Michael went inside to take off his clothes. Shayla walked out in a casual floral dress. Her caramel skin was glowing, and she had taken her hair down from its tight bun, releasing its lovely tight 4B curls. Michael bit his lip, eyeing his wife.


"Is it too much, Michael? You did tell me to bring a casual dress," she asked.


"It's perfect," he walked over to her. "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?" he placed his hands on her hips.


She blushed, "yes, many times," she kissed him.


"Well, I'm going to tell you once more for clarification. You are gorgeous, Mrs. Shayla-Elizabeth Jackson."


"Thank you," she blushed deeply.


Michael hurried to get changed out of his clothes, "Shayla, we're going swimming first. Is that okay?"


"That's fine," she said before she went out the back door and stood on the deck admiring the scene. As she began to slip off her dress, Shayla looked back to see if Michael was coming. He wasn't, so she placed her dress on the rail of the wooden deck and went down the spiral staircase into the water, wearing a royal blue bikini, which only complimented her caramel skin. Wearing a full bikini was shocking in her case since she was so used to wearing swimming trunks and a bikini top to hide her hourglass figure the best way she could, but Lauren insisted she show off her curves. The feel of the cool water running between her toes sent chills to her spine. She walked further away from the bungalow and deeper into the water, waiting for Michael to arrive.


Michael stepped out of the bungalow wearing red swimming trunks and noticed Shayla's dress was draped over the railing. He looked around in search of his wife and finally spotted her floating in the water, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. Smiling, Michael quickly walked down the spiral staircase and swam over to Shayla. When he finally reached her, she had stopped floating and stood upright, laughing and smiling at something. He looked around and saw nothing. Even after looking down at himself and checking his face, he still saw nothing funny. Finally, a dolphin jumped out of the water, dancing in midair and flipped back down into the water.


"Michael, did you see that?" Shayla gasped. The dolphin continued to dance in and out of the water around the pair, drawing them close. As they watched the scene, Shayla hugged Michael. He placed his hands on her waist, his large hands holding her firmly. He held in in such a way to claim that she was indeed his. Shayla turned around, tearing her eyes away from the dolphins who entertained her to face her husband.


He gazed into her eyes and whispered a sincere, "I love you." She smiled looking down at the space between them. The faint smell of his cologne still lingered, making her smile.


"Michael?" She asked. He looked down at her. "Remember when we talked about having children of our own?" He nodded. "Did you ever think of any names?"


"I've always liked the idea of having a Michael junior running around the house. Shayla smiled at the remark because she's always thought of having a Michael junior as well. "Why?"


"I was just asking. I mean, we are married now. Children are bound to come up at some point," she said nervously. "But enough about that. It's starting to get dark. What are we going to do next?"


"We have a dinner reservation in an hour. Are you ready to eat?"


"I am," Shayla said, making her way back to the bungalow. Michael looked up at the full moon and said a silent prayer, thanking God for Shayla.


~ ~ ~


Shayla made her way out the front door and sat on the railing as she waited on Michael. A couple walked along the boardwalk hand in hand towards their bungalow. No longer was she jealous at the sight of seeing other couples, Shayla now had a man of her own.


"Ready to go?" Michael shut the door to their bungalow. She got off the rail and adjusted her dress. Michael put on his hat and sunglasses and grabbed his wife's hand as they made their way down the boardwalk. When they reached the restaurant, they were escorted to the back of it to a private table underneath the moonlight.


"Here is your table, away from all the commotion," security explained. The candlelit table sat near the end of the deck. Michael pulled out Shayla's chair for her to sit down. Shayla looked at the menu, wondering what the specials were.


"Michael," Shayla looked up to find him gazing at her. "...why are you looking at me like that?" She blushed. "Is there something on my face?"


"No," he shook his head. "You're perfect just the way you are. I just enjoy looking at you."


"Why...?"


"You're stunning. You're funny and you don't even know it. You're my wife... I'm just thanking God that I was able to make you mine."


Shayla blushed, trying to hide behind the menu, "I'm not all that, Michael. I'm just being me."


"And that's what I love about you. What Michael said was true. Shayla being herself was all he ever wanted and loved about her. She smiled, looking at the menu. After they ordered and ate their food, the pair sat on the edge of the deck. Shayla lay her head on Michael's shoulder and held his hand as they sat looking at the beautiful night sky. "Are you ready to go?" Michael stood up, holding his hand out for Shayla to grab. She grabbed his hand and stood up.


Once they got back to their bungalow, Shayla sat on the bed. The night was not yet over and Shayla wasn't tired, but patience was key as to what was bound to happen next. Michael came in the room and shut the door, then drew the blinds and curtains. Shayla began to play with her fingers and crossed her feet at the ankles, nervous as ever, knowing what was bound to happen next. "Are you okay?" He asked, standing before his wife. She nodded, pressing her lips together. "You look nervous," he giggled.


"I am..."


"Why?"


"Isn't it obvious...?"


Michael knelt before his wife and held her hands in his, "we don't have to if you don't want to. We've got the rest of our lives to do this. It doesn't have to be tonight."


"I know... I want to do it tonight."


"Are you sure?"


Shayla nodded, "I'm positive." Michael kissed his wife's hands and made his way up to her quivering lips. Shayla very nervously kissed him back, although she's kissed him many times before, it never led to anything else. Her hands made their way to his shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind his neck. Michael lifted her up, her legs around his waist as they walked to the bathroom to find a filled tub with bubbles and rose petals. "Michael did you-"


He placed a finger to her lips and sat her on the counter, "just enjoy the night," he kissed her lips, cheeks, and neck. Michael slowly began to take off her dress, exposing her black strapless bra. His fingers traced over her covered breasts and navel.


"Come here," Shayla whispered. Michael went back up to face his wife, a nervous, yet lustful look in his eyes. Shayla bit her lip and kissed him, giving him her tongue and slowly, yet nervously began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers shaking at each button as she undid them, exposing his chest. When she finished the last button, her fingers accidentally brushed past his erect manhood beneath his pants, making her nervous, horny, and curious as to how large he really was. A nervous smile made its way across her face, as she continued to kiss him and assisted him in taking off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. Her heart began to race as she reached down to his pants and undid them. Now all he had to do was take them down. Michael broke the kiss and looked at his wife. Her slight aggressiveness shocked him but excited him at the same time. He took his pants off and put them beside his shirt. The black boxers he wore looked great against his skin and only made his manhood look much larger. Shayla couldn't stop herself from looking. Now, all he would have to do was take them off and she'd really see what he was working with. Michael stood closer to his wife and placed his hands on her waist. He began to take her dress off completely, lifting her up to take it down. When he got it past her knees, the dress fell to the floor, leaving Shaya in her underwear.


"You are so beautiful," he managed to say as he helped her down from the counter. Shayla began to pick at her nails and crossed her legs, nervous as ever to take her underwear off in front of Michael. What if he didn't like her body? "It's okay. Don't be nervous. You can trust me," Michael sensed her nervousness. Michael had done this before, but with Shayla, the love of his life, it was a different story. He was nervous too.


"I've never done this before, Michael..." Shayla said a little above a whisper.


"I know," he made his way over to her. "It'll be okay. Trust me. After this, it'll all come naturally to you." Shayla began to undo the hooks on her bra. When they were unhooked, the bra dropped, and her hands quickly came up to cover her breasts. Michael swallowed. That was bold and quick. Michael's face began to turn a bright red as he took two steps away from Shayla and took off his boxers, exposing his large erect manhood. Shayla's eyes grew as she finally saw her husband's true self.


"Michael," she swallowed, her voice shaking. "That's all you?"


He nodded, "All me," a slight pride in his voice as he climbed into the tub. Shayla kept an arm across her breasts and began to take off her panties, her womanhood exposed to her husband. Again, Michael swallowed at the beautiful sight of his naked wife. Shayla's heart raced so fast, she could hear it the whole time as she got in the tub across from Michael. Her arm never leaving her chest. "Shayla, it's okay," he giggled. "Come here." Shayla ignored his remark and kept her breasts covered as she went over to Michael.


"Yes?" She asked.


Michael took the hand that covered her breasts and kissed her, "you are beautiful," he kissed her neck and chest. "Don't be nervous. We're going to be doing this for a while..."


She sighed satisfyingly, "I know..." Michael caressed her breasts and held them in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed between, around and on her breasts, adoring them with his hands and mouth. His lips made his way back up to Shayla's giving them a peck. All the while, Shayla's heart was pounding. Is this real or is this all a dream? Michael ran his fingers through Shayla's hair.


"Michael..." Shayla moaned as he sucked her nipples. "Michael, let's..." He continued to make love to her breasts with his mouth as she struggled to get her words out. "Michael let's go to the bed," she finally said. At her request, he lifted her up and made their way to the bedroom. She began kissing his neck as he carried her to the bed. Michael lay her down and lay atop her. All of Shayla's insecurities began to slowly melt away as Michael kissed her all over.


"Are you ready?" He looked up at her. She nodded. "Are you sure?" She nodded again. "It may hurt..."


"I know," she breathed.


"Are you sure about this, baby? I don't want you to just do this for my satisfaction. I want you to do it for your satisfaction." It seemed as though he was asking more questions than she was. Wasn't she supposed to be asking all the questions?


"I trust you. I am very sure about this," at that, she pulled him down to kiss her, opening her legs to allow him to lay between them. As he lay between her legs, she felt his manhood throb against her moist womanhood. She began to get wetter at the feel of him throbbing against her pearl. Michael sat up and went down between her legs. She gasped, "what are you-"


"Shh... I'm making love to my wife," he told her as he eyed her womanhood. "Relax... Let me do all the work," his index finger traced the line of her womanhood. She looked down and watched as he began to finger her. Shayla bit down on her bottom lip as he did the "come here" motion inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure began to sweep over her. Michael looked up at his wife to find her in pure ecstasy. He smiled and went down to kiss Shayla's pearl.


"God..." she moaned when Michael's lips touched her swollen pearl. Inside, she was begging for more. The feel of his mouth on her womanhood was pure heaven. He kissed her thighs and opened her with his fingers, bringing his mouth to her soaking wet womanhood. His mouth was so gentle as he kissed and lightly sucked at her pearl. This was something Shayla had never experienced before. She watched as he focused on giving her the absolute pleasure she could experience from his mouth. She watched in lust and love as his tongue swept over and through her womanhood. Never missing a spot. He slowly lapped his tongue up, down and around her pearl. She could not believe he was capable of giving such pleasure. Where had he learned this? Shayla was absolutely mesmerized as he suckled at the nectar her womanhood provided. His tongue was so smooth as it swept throughout her womanhood. She had tongue kissed him before and while he was a good kisser, she never knew what else he could do with his tongue. Low and behold, she was finally able to experience the magic he had been withholding from her for so long. He opened her legs wider, this time putting all focus and attention on her swollen pearl, bringing his mouth to it as he began lightly sucking and running his tongue around it at the same time. Shayla's eyes rolled back at the immense pleasure. This is what she had been missing all these years? But all that waiting was worth it because she wouldn't know what to do if he had done this before they got married. She would have been attached beyond his liking. He reached up, rubbing her nipples between his thumb and index fingers as he watched her slightly twist and moan as he made love to her with his mouth. Her breathing quickened as he sucked and licked faster trying to bring her to orgasm. She reached down, putting her hand on the back of his head, beckoning him closer as she grew closer to orgasm.


She gasped, "Michael," as he held her pearl captive in his mouth bringing her to orgasm. "Oh God, I..." was all she could say after experiencing her first orgasm. Her eyes rolled back as she slowly overcame it. He crawled back up to Shayla, kissing her as he rubbed the tip of his manhood against her opening. Her heart began to race again.


"Tell me if it hurts," he instructed her. She nodded and pulled him down to kiss him as a way to distract her from the slight pain was about to experience. Michael kissed his wife as he slowly began to push himself inside of her.


She stopped kissing him, "ow."


He looked at her, "do you want me to stop?"


She took a couple of breaths, "no. Go ahead..." He continued to slowly push himself inside.


"Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded. Michael finally pushed himself all the way in. Her mouth formed a large "O" as she took and adjusted to the size of his manhood inside of her. She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut as a small tear formed at the corner of her left eye. "Does it hurt?"


"Yes, but... keep going..." She nodded.


"It'll go away," he assured her, kissing her neck as he began to work his hips in small circles. Shayla's face began to relax as the pain subsided. Soft moans began to escape her mouth. Michael made love to her as gently as he could. Trying ever so hard not to orgasm so quickly while being with his wife for the first time. The feel of her breasts against his chest, the beautiful notes of her moans and the warmth of her tight womanhood was bound to make him to orgasm quickly. But he held as long as possible in order to satisfy his wife to the absolute fullest. Tonight, was simply about pleasuring her.

"Michael..." she moaned as he dug her nails into his back, silently begging him to go harder. Michael bit his lip as he thrust inside slightly harder, hitting her g-spot each and every time. Her breathing quickened as her orgasm began to creep up on her again. Her eyes rolled back as Michael began to thrust faster, finally bringing her to orgasm. Her moans, beautiful, love faces and the feel on her womanhood contracting on his penis only made him come right after her. He continued to thrust slowly as he overcame his hard orgasm, listening to her soft pants. He kissed her cheeks to notice her they were wet from tears. He kissed her tears away and lay beside her, holding his wife in his arms. Shayla kissed him all over. "I love you so much," she smiled.


He kissed her forehead, "I love you too."


To Be Continued...


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