ZlataI hadn't opened my eyes yet — lazy, still wrapped in the warmth of a fading dream. Julian's arms were around me, my back pressed to his chest, and I could tell he was already awake, and not only from his breathing and the quickening beat of his heart. He was pressing, hard, against my ass.He sensed I was awake, too. He tugged down the straps of my nightie and covered the top of my back in gentle, sweet kisses. His hand cupped my breast, and I arched into it, savouring the touch, too languid even to moan. My whole body was loose and welcoming, eager for him. His kisses grew more urgent, and he rubbed himself against my bare heat — because of course I wore no panties on our honeymoon.He lined himself up at my entrance, but I closed my hand over him and guided him to the back door instead. Ever since we'd first tried it, I'd loved it — though Julian always hesitated, terrified of hurting me. He shifted, smearing on a generous amount of lubricant befor
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