Reef Romance Grand Cayman Novels & Stories

He sank her down onto his cock and thrust up into her cum-filled pussy with powerful strokes, hands gripping her ass, mouth sucking hard on her breasts as the last light of the sunset faded around them. “Ride me,” he commanded, eyes locked on hers. “Show Daddy how much you love being eternally owned on this island.” Elena rode him with wild abandon, the new collar bouncing, her moans carried away by the ocean wind. They came together in a shattering, soul-deep orgasm — her walls milking him violently as he filled her once more. Afterward, Rafe wrapped her in a soft blanket and held her close on the platform, still buried inside her as the stars began to appear overhead.

"If you look in the morning, you'll see them even more clearly. The reef is most active at dawn." She turned to look at him, and there was such tenderness in his expression. "This is incredible," she said. "All of it." "I wanted you to have something beautiful," he said simply. "I wanted to take you somewhere where the world couldn't touch us. Where we could just be." He stood and extended his hand, pulling her up. "Come see the rest." The bathroom was open-concept with a soaking tub positioned to overlook the ocean, and there was an outdoor shower surrounded by tropical plants, offering both privacy and the feeling of bathing in nature.

"As soon as your condition fully recovers and the doctor grants permission to leave this place, we will immediately go on a *honeymoon*. Tell me, where do you want to go? I will prepare a private jet and close down the entire place just for the two of us." Camelia rested her head against Calvin's broad chest, listening to her husband’s heart that was beating fast and soothingly. "I want to go to Kuta Beach Bali, in Indonesia," Camelia uttered softly, a sweet smile etching across her pale face as she imagined the stretch of white sand and the warm crashing of waves under the tropical sun. "I want to soothe my mind there with you guys." "Alright, Sweetheart. Whatever you want, we will go to Ba

"Let us just enjoy being newlyweds first. Please. I need time to just be wife before adding mom of newborn to my identity again." Fair. Valid. Understandable. "Okay. No pressure. No rush. When you are ready. If you are ever ready. I am happy either way." "Thank you." Day five. Snorkeling trip. Private boat. Just us. Guide showing us best spots. Saw sea turtles. Swimming gracefully. Ancient. Beautiful. Peaceful. Coral reefs. Colors everywhere. Fish in every shade. Underwater paradise. Emma was mesmerized. Swimming next to turtles. Pointing at fish. Pure joy on her face.

I was just done with one some minutes ago before she came in. "Alright, that's progress," Samantha commended. "So, Belle, there's something important I would really like to tell you." "What is it, Sam?" Samantha gave me a long look. "Promise me you would say yes and I would spill." "Seriously?" I said with a weak laugh. She nodded. "Alright, I promise." I made a cross sign on my chest. "Okay, there's this reality dating show coming up in a month's time. The name is Love Isle. It's been around for a while now." She sat down on my bed.

“I hear it’s paradise on Earth.” Grace chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It certainly looks like it. White sandy beaches, turquoise waters, and nothing but peace and quiet. Exactly what we need.” Adrian reached out, taking her hand in his. “It’s long overdue. You’ve stood by me through everything, Grace. This is my way of giving us the honeymoon we missed and showing you how much you mean to me.” Grace squeezed his hand, her voice soft. “You’ve already shown me, Adrian. But I won’t say no to a few days of spoiling.”

“Why would you need to be concerned?” “You seem a little too…” I pause while trying to think of the words. “Is it…protective?” “Cassie! I bought a house in The Cayman Islands for you. I will literally bury someone for you. Protective is an understatement. But you need to understand one simple rule I have. I am a very jealous and addictive person. And when I kiss you! It feels like a million dollars. Don’t ever fuck me over.”

“Yes... well... the chapel in the hotel is actually called Chapel of the Fountain. I thought we could get a room there, but if you’d like to go somewhere else—” “No,” she cut him off, smiling. “That’s fine... as long as we’re not getting married in a circus.” He burst out laughing. “Now, would I do something like that?” She chuckled. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He smiled as he shook his head. “No, probably not.” Just then, fireworks burst over the ocean high above them, sending red, white, and blue sparks into the sea. Then another one shot off, piercing the darkness of the night. But all Jasmine could see... was Zain. Just being with him was all the fireworks she needed.

And cake. “Come on, let's go.” He says. Adrian carries Arieya and we head for the car. It's Me, Adrian, Ryan and some of my bridesmaids plus Sheryl. Arieya is in the second car that's right behind us with Belle, King and Santiago. The driver play's Tatiana's 'Heaven". “So honeymoon?" I ask Adrian. “Anywhere you want.” I think for three minutes and came to a wonderful idea. “How about a week at a wonderful beach house just me and you?” I say winking at him.

"Mr. Delouse and Mr. McRay wanted me to show you to their Suite. Please, follow me." She nodded her head and followed the concierge to the elevator that lead to their penthouse. They got inside and it all became so real to Coral. Just two days ago this was all a fun self dare. A way to cope with the pain she had experienced in her previous relationship, but now it was turning into a outlined contract. Something she was completely unfamiliar with, and it shook her to her core. She heard the elevator ding, and she stepped out as she followed him a few more feet. There were two entrances opposite each other.