Chelsea nodded. “Let’s go.”
The women of the group gathered around as she announced she was going to throw the bouquet. Closing her eyes, she turned from the group and tossed it over her shoulder. Excitedly she turned around to see Sangi holding it with wide eyes. Chelsea laughed so hard, she felt tears prick at her eyes. Finally, after everything was done, they made their way to the waiting limo, slipping inside. Matthew leaned forward, kissing her so deeply she moaned against his mouth. She couldn’t wait for the honeymoon to start.
*****
A fourteen hour plane ride wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but doing it on a chartered jet was a lot better than being cramped into coach. She and Matthew were so exhausted they fell asleep no sooner than the jet had taken off. They leaned their chairs back, holding hands as they drifted off together.
Chelsea woke up a few hours later. She gently slipped her hand out of Matthew’s and headed to the bathroom. She had hours ago traded in her wedding dress for a cotton white dress. She fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror so she’d look decent when Matthew woke up.
Two hours later, rested and ready to enjoy their honeymoon, they stepped off of the jet. The warm air was invigorating. Matthew picked up their car. Before she knew it they were driving, but she was too anxious to start enjoying her vacation. As they got closer to where they would be staying, she spotted the bungalows standing proudly over the water. She reached a hand over, holding Matthew’s hand tightly. She didn’t think she’d ever been so happy.
They were so excited, they dropped their bags off in the bungalow before slipping into their swimsuits. The water was cool against Chelsea’s feet, but she didn’t care. Slowly, she got used to it. She sighed.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said as she swam up to Matthew.
“Yeah, it is. Look at you though, making the island mad with how hot you look.”
Chelsea shook her head, laughing. “You’re so cheesy.”
“You love it.”
Matthew examined her body in the two piece red bikini. It had orange flowers and a wrap that matched. It laid against her brown skin perfectly. Chelsea could tell by the look in his eyes it probably wasn’t going to stay in one piece for much longer. She tried to lead him to shore, but he pulled her back.
“In a minute,” he whispered.
His fingers ran over her body beneath the water as his lips found hers. She kissed him back, the heat in the kiss making Chelsea gasp against his mouth. His fingers found the front of her bikini, he slipped a hand inside. His mouth went to her neck, tracing her skin effortlessly. She moaned. Slowly, he slipped his hand back out of her bikini bottom and swam back to shore. She followed him. Matthew was leading her back to their bungalow, the look on his face that of a ravenous wolf. A tingle passed through her body in excitement.