Chapter 122

Paradise, thy name is Peter Island.

After landing on Saint Thomas, they boarded a helicopter for the final leg of their journey to the private island. Even in the dark, the view from the helicopter revealed a lush, tropical landscape, the white sand beaches glowing in the moonlight. 

Brianna tried to check out the lobby as they walked in, but after her long and active day, her tired mind only registered the airy feel and glimpses of bamboo and palm fronds. A more thorough investigation would have to wait until daylight.....and her vision wasn't blurred by fatigue.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bongiovi. Welcome and congratulations." The desk clerk greeted them.

"Thank you and thanks for letting us arrive so late." Jon replied as he signed in.

"No problem. We know how crazy wedding schedules can be. But you're here now so just relax and let us take care of everything."

"Mmm. That sounds....perfect." Brianna sighed and leaned tiredly against her husband.

One hand squeezed her hip and he kissed her temple. "Yeah, it does." Jon agreed.

"Max here will show you to your suite." The clerk indicated a nearby bellhop.

"If you will follow me." Max picked up their bags and led them down a hallway.

"Oh wow!" Brianna breathed as they entered the suite.

The main room was large and airy, decorated in blues and greens and woods that matched the natural beauty outside the floor to ceiling windows. The bedroom had the same colour scheme with white linens, tiled floor and colourful area rugs. The large fan in the high ceiling gently circulated the air. The bathroom was huge, with blue tile and white porcelain and included not only a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two, but also a two person shower - and Jon planned to make full use of both. Stepping out onto the balcony, while it was too dark to see much, they could hear the waves crashing on the beach and the scent of tropical flowers perfumed the air.

Jon thanked Max and tipped him. He took the suitcases into the bedroom and started to undress while Brianna made a more thorough investigation of each room, exclaiming over each new delight she found. When she came near him, he reached out to snag her with one arm around her waist and pull her close. "So I did good?"

Delicate hands slid up his bare chest and wound around his neck. "You did very good. It's beautiful."

"So are you." He dipped his head to kiss her. When he lifted his head he frowned and closed both hands around the material of her dress at her hips. "But you have too many clothes on for a honeymoon."

When he started to lift the dress, she felt compelled to point out an easier way. "There's a zipper in the back."

He shrugged. "This works."

Her throaty chuckle had his cock standing at attention even before her dress was a puddle on the floor and his eyes devoured her body, bare except for scraps of lace that he wasn't sure contained enough material to be classified as clothing - even underwear. He swallowed heavily and reached out to grasp both hands with his. He walked backwards toward the bed, tugging her with him. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he sat and pulled her between his knees.

His gaze drifted over her slowly from head to toe and her body reacted as if he'd touched her. Goosebumps rose on her flushed skin, her nipples began to harden and the flesh between her legs grew damp and achy. She licked her lips. "Touch me."

It was a whisper, but he heard her. "With pleasure."

Releasing her hands, he trailed his fingers up her arms to her shoulders. The light scraping of his calluses made her shiver. Her chest rose as if to meet his touch as his hands drifted over her collarbones and started down her torso. When he reached her bra and lightly traced the line where lace met silken flesh, her nipples hardened even more in anticipation. Jon couldn't resist the silent request. Leaning forward, he followed the same line with his tongue, then licked the material covering a stiff peak while his hands gripped her ribcage to hold her in place.

Her nails dug into his shoulders at the first tug of his lips. When his teeth closed around the swollen tip and his tongue rubbed the lace against it, it was too much - or not enough, she couldn't decide. She reached behind her back to undo the bra. Jon released her so that she could remove it, but before he could decide his next move, her fingers threaded through his hair to grip his head and draw him close again.

His hands rose to cup the lush mounds and she watched his mouth reclaim an aching nipple. Blue eyes glinted up at her as he nibbled and sucked, gratified to see the amber pools brighten with each stroke of his tongue. Lifting his head slightly, he shifted to give her other breast the same treatment.

One particularly strong pull took the strength from her legs. Jon caught her and laid back on the bed taking her with him. He rolled to reverse their positions and continued to tease and fondle the swollen globes of her breasts. But as much as he enjoyed the appetizer, his hunger grew steadily, urging him to explore and taste more of her delectable body.

As his lips drifted over her ribcage and stomach, the scent of her arousal filled his nose and sent his senses swirling. His cock throbbed, warning him if he didn't want this encounter to come to a quick finish he needed to calm himself down. Gripping her hips, he flipped her over. He let his hands and mouth roam slowly over her back while he concentrated on getting his body under control. He wasn't some green, hormone crazed school boy. He was a grown man, and while he'd always had a healthy sex drive - which occasionally reared its head at inconvenient moments like when he was on stage - for the most part, he controlled it just like he did the other aspects of his life. He shouldn't be having this much of a problem, especially after their recent mile high club activities. But he'd always had a problem resisting her. The feel of her skin, her scent, her taste, each distracting on its own, but combined they incinerated his control.

When he reached the thin strip of material that framed and split the globes of her ass, he took a deep breath and hooked two fingers under the strip and tugged it down over her hips. He grinned at her gasp when he nipped the firm flesh as he continued his journey down her body. The thong snagged on the heels of her shoes and after a quick internal debate he removed them as well.

Turning her into her back again, he started to make his way back up the supple legs that he dreamed about having wrapped around him. When he reached the smooth expanse of her inner thigh, her lure became too strong to resist. He slid his arms under her legs and over her waist and settled in to feast.

He was like starving man at a buffet. He didn't know where to start and couldn't get enough once he did. His tongue traced the length of her cleft, gathering the juices oozing from her core as he went. Her tart yet sweet flavour exploded in his mouth. But rather than safe his hunger, it just made him want more.

So he took more, slowly savouring her, caressing her swollen folds with soft licks, drinking deeply from her well. His teeth nibbled and scraped her tender flesh, drawing gasps and soft moans from her throat. With his body warning him time was running out, he focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft. He laved and flicked it with his tongue. Her cries filled his ears when his lips closed around it and sucked.

Brianna let go of the sheet she'd been gripping and reached for him, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Her hips rocked towards him, reaching for the orgasm that was approaching but was still just out of her reach. The teasing touch of his lips, teeth and tongue as they drifted over her throbbing flesh had her writhing and pulling him closer yet. "Mmmm. Close...so close." One particularly strong pull of his clips on her clit finally sent her over the edge. "Yes!"

Jon didn't wait for her to recover - his aching cock wouldn't let him. Instead, he shifted upwards, keeping her legs on his shoulders, until he could sink into her humid depths. The spasms still echoing through her body was like a massage on his buried shaft. "Fuck you feel good!"

Brianna didn't have the breath to speak. She could only moan as he started to move, driving himself in and out of her body. With her legs over his shoulders she couldn't move. She could only accept and absorb each powerful thrust. The friction kept her arousal from diminishing. Each movement just drove it higher and higher. Her whole body trembled on the brink of explosion. Looking up into Jon's flushed, sweat coated face, his blue eyes dark and burning, his lips glistening with her juices didn't help.

"Come for me Golden Eyes." Jon panted. "Now!"

One final deep thrust was all it took to push her over the edge again. "Jon!"

"Fuck!" Jon closed his eyes and grimaced as his body responded to the pull of hers and erupted.

It took several minutes before he had enough strength to withdraw from her body and roll to the side. One hand reached out to tug her into his arms. "You okay?"

"Mmmm." She sighed as she snuggled against him.

Both of them fell asleep before they could say another word.

Brianna opened her eyes and gazed across the fur covered expanse of the chest under her cheek towards the windows to the balcony. The pale light told her it was barely dawn, but already the scent of the nearby flowers wafting through the open windows was heavenly.

Yawning, her fingers idly sifted through the thick mat of his chest hair. When she came across the nub of his nipple, her nail scraped it absently. He sighed and shifted slightly, his cock stirred against her thigh. A gentle smile curved her lips and she turned her head to kiss the warm flesh under cheek. Her hand drifted over his chest and abdomen. When  she came into contact with his swelling shaft, her fingers explored lazily, lightly stroking up and down, rubbing under the ridge and over the wide head.

With a soft moan, he shifted again, lifting into her touch in a silent plea for more. Brianna grinned and slid onto him, let her mouth caress his torso as she moved down towards the prize in her hand. Reaching it, she glanced up to see a sliver of cobalt blue watching her. She licked her lips. "My turn."

A groan was the only response he was capable of, all words erased from his mind at the touch of her tongue on his already aching flesh. Up and down and all around it slithered, followed by the cool waft of her breath as she blew on the wetness. One hand closed around the base, holding him steady while she swallowed him. "Fuck!"

She settled into a rhythm, her hand pumping in counter point to her mouth. He endured the sweet torture for as long as he could, but when she moved her hand down to cup his sac, he broke. Easing her head back, he sat up and shifted back until he was leaning against the headboard. At her raised eyebrow, he crooked a finger. "Come her Golden Eyes. As much as I love the feel of my cock buried in your delectable mouth, I like it even better buried in your luscious body."

"Is that right." Brianna crept upwards, rubbing her body along his and dotting kisses over his stomach and chest as she did so. "Well....we'll have to see if we can arrange something." 

The scraping of her teeth over his Adam's apple sent shivers down his spine. "Brat."

He gripped her hips, lifted her end set her down on his throbbing erection, grinning at her gasp. "There. Now ride me Golden Eyes."

"Mmmm." She nibbled along his jaw and nipped his bottom lip playfully as she rocked against him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she straightened and began to rise and fall on his buried shaft. "Is this what you want?"

Jon's heated gaze roamed over her flushed face and undulating body....and froze on the sight of his flesh, glistening from her wetness, disappearing and emerging from her body. "Fuck yeah." 

Brianna watched his face as he watched their bodies merge again and again. His pleasure was obvious and fuelled her own. As she moved, his hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing her hips and stroking the sides of her breasts. Soon, the light touches weren't enough for her. She needed more.

The tug of her fingers in his hair pulled Jon's gaze up her torso from where their bodies joined......and stopped at the sight of the plump globe of her breast, the stiff nipple reaching towards him, being held out to him by a delicate hand. It was an invitation he was more than happy to accept.

A rumble of approval vibrated in her throat when his lips closed around her nipple and he sucked. That's it kitten, purr for me.  His teeth held the sensitive nub steady while his tongue rubbed and flicked.

"Oh! Mmmm." Brianna shuddered and ground her pelvis against his.

Jon groaned and released her breast with a pop. Panting, he struggled for control. When he glanced up into her flushed face and glowing eyes, he was relieved to see that she was close too.

But close wasn't enough. He needed to push her over the edge. His hands gripped her ribcage and shifted slightly until he could reach her other breast. As he nibbled and sucked, she cried out and rocked harder and faster against him, desperately reaching for the rapidly approaching climax.

Brianna closed her eyes and held him tight against her, "Oh. Oh. Oh. Mmmm yes. Yes! Harder. Mmmm like that. Yes! Yes! Yes! Jon!"

"Fuck!" Jon groaned as her body's spasms triggered his own and he exploded inside her.

It took several minutes before either one of them had the strength to move. Finally, Brianna rolled off of him and collapsed onto the bed. A few minutes later Jon slid down to join her. Their hands reached out to touch, but that was all they had energy for before they both fell asleep.

The next time Brianna opened her eyes, the sun shone brightly, luring her to come out and play. Her body told her the bathroom was about as far as she should plan on going today.

Easing from the bed, she bit back a groan as she stood and waited to see if her legs would hold her up. She made it to the bathroom and back.  When she neared the bed the singing of birds drew her attention outside once again. Soft snoring told her Jon was still sleeping soundly and she let him be. He'd more than earned his rest.

She didn't want to risk waking him by rummaging through her suitcase, so she picked up his dress shirt that had been tossed on the floor and pulled it on. Easing open the door, she slipped out onto the balcony.

Jon woke to find himself alone in the bed. A glance towards the bathroom revealed another empty room. Sitting up, he looked around again and finally spied her on the balcony. She was leaning on the railing, the breeze playing with her hair and swirling the hem of his shirt around her thighs.

His cock stood up in appreciation of the sight. He looked down in disbelief, then shrugged and grinned. It was their honeymoon. He was supposed to be horny all the time. Rising from the bed, he started towards his bride, paused and detoured to his suitcase.

Brianna jerked when his arms slid around her, pulling her back against his firm chest. She hadn't heard him approach. "Morning."

"Morning." He nuzzled under her ear.

"I...mmmmm." She tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes and leaned back against him as his hands slid under the shirt to explore her sensitive areas. "I didn't think you'd be up for awhile yet."

"Oh I'm up." He bent her forward slightly and slid his cock into her welcoming body. "See?"

"Oh!" Brianna gasped and gripped the railing. The squawking of two birds as they chased each other reminded her of their location. "Some might see us!"

He glanced up and down the empty beach. "No one's around. Even if someone looked up here all they'd see is a couple cuddling on the balcony." His lips twitched. "Besides, the risk of getting caught adds a little thrill don't you think?"

Think? How was she supposed to think with his thumb rubbing her nipple and his fingers stroking the flesh surrounding his buried erecting. "Mmmm."

"Like that?" He murmurs in her ear. "What about this?"

She heard the buzzing a split second before the finger vibrators touched her skin. Her whole body shuddered as her nerve endings sparked throughout her body. "Jesus!"

"No, Jon." He grinned. "But if you want to think of me as a god, I won't complain."

Her chuckle turned into a groan as his fingers moved in circles - one around her stiffened nipple, the other around her clit. She bit her lip to stifle her cries and she fought to remain still, all in an effort to avoid detection if someone wandered close enough to see them.

Jon knew what she was doing by her furtive glances towards the beach, but he was confident this was one battle how would win and wouldn't have to do anything but wait. She couldn't hold out against the intense stimulation for long.

And he was right. With each pass of his fingers over her sensitive nubs, her control was eroded until all concerns about being caught were swamped by overwhelming need. Gripping the railing, Brianna rocked her hips back against him, driving him deeper and deeper into her body.

"That's it. That's my beautiful girl. Take what you need." He groaned at the feel of her body tightening around him as her orgasm drew closer. "You feel so fucking good."

Brianna could only moan in agreement. Her brain couldn't formulate a thought, and her mouth certainly couldn't speak one. Her whole being was focused on the ebb and flow of his body into hers and the sensations that resulted from it. 

Around and around he circled the small instruments of torture, stirring her passion, pushing it higher and higher until it overwhelmed her and she shattered. "Oh!"

Jon grit his teeth and struggled to hold on while her body convulsed around him. He glanced up and down the beach. This was when he had to watch for anyone nearby. He wasn't done with her yet and he wasn't sure she would be able to contain he cries.

Brianna wasn't aware of anything other than the blood pounding in her veins and the shudders wracking her body in never ending waves. Gasping for breath, she focused on riding the waves. When she couldn't take anymore, but he showed no signs of stopping, she grasped the wrist of the hand between her legs and pushed it further back, dragging the vibrator over his scrotum to the spot just behind it and held it there.

"Fuck!" Jon groaned as his control was ripped away and he exploded inside her.

When she could speak again, Brianna had to ask. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Jon snorted. "No. It's our honeymoon. I'm going to love you until neither of us can walk."  Easing out of her body, he nuzzled under her ear. "How about a bath?"

She nodded and followed him back inside. As they passed the bed and she saw the toys spread over it, she stopped and raised a brow at him.

He smirked. "I told you. Until neither of us can walk."

Her mind balked at the idea. 

Her body hummed in anticipation.