"Wedding Jitters" with Hailee Steinfeld (Honeymoon Posted)

[TheLW]

Wedding Jitters
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Cheating
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

My name is Logan Fitzpatrick, and photography has been the thread weaving through the fabric of my life for over a decade. What began as a casual hobby during my teenage years quickly grew into something much deeper, a passion that shaped my path and defined my purpose.

In those early days, I was just the kid with a camera on school picture days, nervously snapping photos of classmates and teachers alike. Family portraits were my next step, capturing the warmth and connection of loved ones in still frames. I found joy in working with aspiring models, helping them discover their best angles and expressions under my lens. Each click of the shutter felt like a small victory, a moment frozen in time that told a story.

As time went on, the word began to spread. People who’d seen my work recommended me to friends and family, and soon enough, my calendar filled with more shoots than I could handle alone. That growing trust gave me the confidence to invest in my own studio, a space dedicated entirely to the craft I loved.

Now, almost twelve years later, photography is no longer just a hobby or a side project. It’s my full-time career, my livelihood, and my passion. Every day in the studio is a chance to create something meaningful, to capture the fleeting moments that make life beautiful. And even after all this time, I still find the same excitement in the shutter’s click that I felt back when I first picked up a camera.

Like I said, when you’re as good as I am at what you do, getting work isn’t usually a problem. The jobs come in steadily, families, couples, brands, events, each one a new story to capture. Still, as I sat at my desk one morning, sorting through the usual stack of work emails, one subject line made me stop cold.

It was from a talent agent. The message was short and to the point: they represented Hailee Steinfeld, and she was interested in hiring me to take her engagement photos, and to shoot her upcoming wedding.

At first, I thought it had to be a joke. Spam, maybe. But no, the sender was legitimate, and the request was real. Hailee Steinfeld. A-list actress. Pop star. Cover of every major magazine. And apparently, she, or someone on her team, wanted me behind the lens for one of the most personal moments of her life.

Now usually, engagement photos happen well before the wedding. It gives couples time to get comfortable, pick favorites, maybe even use them in the invites or on the wedding website. But according to the agent, Hailee had been swamped the last several months filming a movie called Sinners and doing the usual whirlwind of press and promotional work. There hadn’t been time for much else.

Still, even with the tight schedule, they wanted it done, and they wanted me to do it.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the email for a long moment. In this business, surprises come with the territory. But some surprises feel more like a fork in the road than a bump in it. And something told me this wasn’t just another high-profile gig, this was going to be something else entirely.

That weekend, I arrived at the park where the engagement photos were scheduled to be taken. It was one of my favorite local spots, quiet, elegant, and full of character. A winding path led to a small pond at the center, surrounded by wildflowers and perfectly manicured gardens that seemed to bloom just for the camera. I’d done shoots here before, family portraits, a few surprise proposals, so I knew how the light moved and where the best angles were.

I got there early to scope things out and set up, making sure everything was perfect. Then, a few moments later, I spotted them walking toward me: Hailee Steinfeld, looking effortlessly radiant in a soft, flowing dress, a tall man beside her who I assumed was her fiancé, and another woman trailing slightly behind them.

The second woman, sharp-dressed, clipboard in hand, turned out to be her agent. She gave me a polite nod and stepped forward, offering a firm handshake and quick introductions. “Logan, this is Hailee, and this,” she said, with a grin, “is Josh.”

Hailee was warm and down to earth, and she had that rare energy some people carry, the kind that draws the camera in, rather than the other way around. Josh, to his credit, was equally grounded. They joked with each other, relaxed in front of the lens almost instantly, and trusted me to do what I do best.

We started by the pond, where the late afternoon sun cast a soft, golden hue across the water. It was the kind of light photographers dream of, gentle, flattering, just warm enough to make the world feel cinematic. I guided them to a stone bench beneath a blooming dogwood tree, giving them simple prompts. Nothing too posed, just moments. Moments between them.

From there, we moved through the gardens. Josh spun her around playfully at one point, and she let out a laugh, genuine, unfiltered. I got it. That split second when her joy lit up the frame? That was the kind of photo that doesn’t just look good, it feels alive.

We kept it relaxed. They sat on the grass for a few shots, holding hands and talking like no one else was around. At one point, Hailee turned to me and said, “You make this feel easy.” That’s the best compliment a photographer can get, honestly, not just that the pictures turn out, but that the experience itself becomes part of the memory.

We wrapped up just as the sun dipped low behind the trees, casting long shadows across the path. Hailee hugged me, unexpected, but sincere, and Josh shook my hand with a firm grip and a “Thanks, man. These are gonna be awesome.”

I packed up my gear, heart still steady but adrenaline buzzing just beneath the surface. It’s funny, you spend years building your portfolio, shooting in every kind of light, with every kind of subject, and then one day, you're photographing a pop star and an NFL quarterback, and it just… clicks. Same lens, same eye. But now, the world’s watching.

And we still had the wedding to come.

Two weeks later, the day of the wedding arrived with that kind of quiet tension in the air you can only feel at big moments, like the world is holding its breath. The venue was a stunning estate just outside the city, sprawling gardens, marble columns, and ivy climbing up the sides of the old stone walls.

I was scheduled to meet Hailee in the dressing room a few hours before the ceremony. The plan was simple, candid shots of her getting ready, the quiet moments before the storm. What I walked into was something else entirely.

Hailee stood by the full-length mirror, still in her silk robe, her wedding dress hanging untouched nearby. Her makeup was already done, flawless, of course, but she wasn’t posing or preening. She was pacing.

“You’re early,” she said, turning slowly, her tone low and teasing. “Eager to see the bride before the big reveal?”

I lifted my camera bag with a grin. “Well, when the bride’s this photogenic, can you blame me?”

She watched me through the mirror as I adjusted my camera settings, her robe slipping a little more down one shoulder with every casual movement. When I glanced up again, her eyes caught mine, not by accident.

“Are you always this calm on wedding days?” she asked, stepping toward me with that signature smirk I’d seen a thousand times in magazines, but now it was real, aimed only at me.

I shrugged, steadying my focus. “I’ve been to a lot of them. You learn to let the emotions run their course.”

“And what if the bride’s emotions… aren’t exactly textbook?” she asked, voice dipping low.

My hand momentarily froze over my lens. “What kind of emotions are we talking about?”

Hailee didn’t answer right away. Instead, she closed the space between us, just a step, but enough to feel the shift in the air. The hem of her silk robe brushed the back of her thigh, and the light caught just enough skin to distract anyone with a pulse.

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “Maybe I just woke up this morning realizing that once I walk down that aisle, that’s it. No more, maybe this, maybe that. Just… Josh and forever. And he’s great, he really is, but…” Her voice trailed off. She looked up at me, her gaze deadly serious beneath the flirt.

“But?” I echoed, heart ticking faster.

She reached for the strap of her robe and adjusted it lazily, like she didn’t care that it now clung to her in the most precarious way possible. “But forever feels really long. And I just thought… maybe I should do something selfish. Just once. Something reckless.”

She was right in front of me now, the tip of her manicured finger brushing the edge of my camera strap.

“Let me ask you something, Logan,” she said, almost a whisper now. “If this wasn’t your job, if you weren’t here as the guy behind the lens, what would you do right now?”

I looked at her, really looked at her. Not just through the camera. Not as the subject. But as the woman standing in front of me, challenging every professional line I was supposed to follow.

“You really want to know?” I asked.

She nodded, eyes locked on mine. “I do.”

And for a second, just one heartbeat, I forgot all about the wedding, the venue, the groom waiting somewhere down the hall. There was just her, in that room, in that moment, sending every possible signal she could.

She wanted this. She wanted me.

A moment later, without another word, Hailee stepped in close, closer than before, and grabbed the collar of my shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric like she’d made up her mind.

She pulled me down to her, and before I could say a word, her lips were on mine.

Soft at first, testing, but full of need. A heat surged through me as I kissed her back, the silk of her robe brushing my chest, her hands tightening their grip. The kiss deepened quickly, no more hesitation. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was desperate. Honest. A quiet storm before the vows.

Then, just as suddenly, she broke away.

Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing uneven. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her voice shaking just a bit. “I, I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I steadied my breath, trying to ignore the rapid beat of my heart. “It’s okay,” I said, voice low. “You don’t have to explain.”

But she did anyway.

Hailee took a step back, rubbing her arms like she was trying to shake off the guilt. “I just… I needed that,” she said. “I need this, you, right now. One last time before I get married. Before I become someone’s wife and forget what it feels like to do something just for me.”

She looked at me again, this time with something raw in her eyes, something real. “I don’t want to regret anything tomorrow,” she said. “And I know what this is. I’m not asking for more. I just need to feel like I’m not already owned by the idea of forever.”

The room was dead silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy between us.

“I can be that,” I said, quietly. “If this is what you need, right here, right now, then I’m yours.”

This time, I was the one who closed the distance. I reached out, lifting her chin so our eyes met again. And then I kissed her.

Her hands moved to my chest, then around my neck, pulling me in. Her lips parted, and for a moment, there were no vows. No rings. No timeline. Just the two of us.

I felt her fingers tug at my shirt, the tension between us simmering into something undeniable. The soft rustle of fabric followed as her silk robe slipped off her shoulders and hit the floor without ceremony, pooling around her feet like she’d just shed every expectation she was carrying.

She looked at me, bare, not just in body but in spirit, and didn’t flinch.

“Promise me,” she whispered, “this stays between us.”

I nodded.

My hands tore at the belt buckle, ripping it open with a violent snap. The metal clanged as my pants dropped to the floor in a heavy mess around my ankles. I didn’t stop. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head in one swift, rough motion, flinging it aside like it was in the way, which it was.

Then I was on her.

Without hesitation, I bent low and grabbed Hailee with fierce determination, hauling her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs immediately locked tight around my waist, digging in, pulling me closer. Her arms wrapped around my neck, grip crushing, not just holding on, but claiming me, anchoring herself fiercely to this moment, to me.

And within seconds, I found myself inside of Hailee, my cock buried deep in her sex hole.

Hailee let out a moan, as I held onto her, I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her. All professionalism out the door, but at that moment I really didn't care.

Every thrust was met with a soft moan, her hips grinding against mine, urging me deeper. The room filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, our bodies met and parted, as Hailee bounced up and down on a my dick. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, I pressed her up against the wall, her body taut and eager. She was slick and hot, her grip on me tightening with every thrust. I held onto her, hands digging into her flesh as I rocked my hips back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of us.

“ugh, so good.” Hailee cried out.

Her grip grew ever tighter with each powerful thrust, as I drove my hips with relentless force. I continued to hammer away at her neatly trimmed pussy, no doubt something she did for her soon to be future husband, but in that moment and time it was mine, as I slightly shifted my angle, driving deeper, harder, pushing her further.

"Oh god, Logan," she gasped.

Hailee continued to ride me, for everything she was worth, each time her body rose, I slammed her back down on my cock, as it pumped in and out of her. The room filling with the wet sounds of our fucking. My cock, was slick and glistening, as I rammed my shaft into her love mound.

Her breath hitched, and she pressed her forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel this tomorrow."

I complied, my hips moving faster, each thrust more powerful than the last. The wall behind her shook with the force of our movements, her body pinned between it and me. Her nails raked down my back, leaving stinging trails that only spurred me on.

She bit my lip, hard, drawing a curse from me. I retaliated by grabbing a handful of her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck. I kissed and bit the soft skin there, her moans growing louder, more insistent.

I set her down, spun her around, and bent her over the nearby makeup table. She let out a surprised yelp, but pushed back against me, eager, willing.

Her hands reached out in front of her, grasping at the edges of the table for leverage. I didn't give her a moment to adjust. I gripped her hips, as I pulled her back onto me. The table shook with each hard thrust, makeup and brushes scattering to the floor. Hailee's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching to meet mine.

“Is this what you want?” I growled into her ear, my voice barely recognizable. “To be fucked like this?”

"Yes," Hailee hissed, her head dropping low, hair spilling over her face. "Just like that."

I could see Hailee’s reflection in the mirror, her eyes wild, lips parted in a silent scream. I reached up, grabbing a handful of her hair again, tugging her head back until she was looking up at me, my other hand grasping her hip with bruising force.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice a raw whisper. "Please, don't stop."

I didn't. I couldn't. Not even if I wanted to. Her body was hot and tight around me, her hips slamming back against mine with a force that matched my own thrusts.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. I could feel Hailee tightening around me, her body trembling with anticipation. She was close, so close. Suddenly, Hailee's body tensed, her back arching sharply as she let out a loud, desperate cry. Her inner muscles clamped down on me like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as she came hard, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.

But I didn't stop. I couldn't. Not yet. I rode her through it.

I could feel my own release building, my body tensing with each thrust. But I wasn't ready to let go yet. Not until I had wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

Hailee begged me with pure lust in her voice, to cum in her, to feel her up.

"You want me to cum in you, Hailee?" I murmured. "You want to feel me let go inside you?"

She nodded vigorously.

I buried myself deep inside her and let go, my cock pulsing as I spilled into her, filling her completely.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, I slowly pulled out of her. Hailee’s hips bucked up and she shivered at the sensation. We stood there for a moment, our breaths ragged and uneven. The room was trashed, makeup scattered across the floor and furniture askew. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered in that moment.

A short while later, Hailee stood at the altar, radiant in her wedding gown, every bit the picture-perfect bride the world expected. But beneath the flawless exterior, I could see the same spark from the dressing room still flickering in her eyes, a quiet defiance hidden behind her serene smile.

Josh stood beside her, calm and steady, his gaze locked on hers. The weight of the moment pressed down on them both as the officiant began.

“Hailee,” he said, voice gentle but steady, “do you take Josh to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, for as long as you both shall live?”

Hailee’s voice was clear, steady, stronger than anyone might have guessed just hours before. “I do.”

Josh’s turn came. “Josh, do you take Hailee to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, for all your days?”

“I do,” he replied without hesitation, his smile softening.

As they exchanged rings and promises, I watched the subtle exchange of glances, the little smiles, the catch in their breaths, the unspoken words floating just beneath the surface.

When it was over, and they were pronounced husband and wife, the crowd erupted in applause. Hailee turned to Josh, her smile genuine, but her eyes found mine in the crowd for a brief, electric moment, a silent acknowledgment of everything we shared just hours ago.

The ceremony might have been perfect, but beneath that perfection, I knew the story was far from over.

To Be Continued

[NikMorningstar]

I loved it so much.

Excited to read the sequel.

[TheLW]

Wedding Jitters - The Honeymoon
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Cream Pie, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The hum of the private jet’s engines was a smoothing constant, a soft vibration beneath the plush leather seats that surrounded them. Hailee nestled against Josh’s side, the spacious cabin offering an unexpected sense of calm after the chaos of their wedding day. Through the oversized windows, the sky was awash in the warm hues of sunset, soft pinks melting into gold, painting the clouds in a breathtaking glow.

Hailee smiled softly, but beneath the surface, a flicker of restlessness shimmered in her gaze. “I want to soak it all in,” she whispered. “Every second before everything changes again. Before the world reminds me what’s expected of me.”

The cabin was intimate, tastefully appointed with soft lighting and rich textures that invited quiet moments. A discreet flight attendant had set down a tray with flutes of champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres, but neither of them reached for it yet. Instead, they sat together in a comfortable silence, cocooned in the rare privacy of the soaring jet.

Her thoughts drifted back to that afternoon, the way Logan had looked at her, the reckless kiss and the sex that followed, the thrill of one last moment of freedom before she walked down the aisle. It was a secret she carried now.

Josh’s voice, low and certain, pulled her from her reverie. “You’re here. With me. And this, this is our time.”

She lifted her eyes to his, willing herself to be present, to trust in the life they’d just begun. “I’m here,” she said softly, her fingers tightening around his.

The jet banked gently, the coastline below shimmering with the promise of sunlit days and moonlit nights. The faint clink of their champagne glasses echoed quietly as Josh raised his in a silent toast to new beginnings.

He smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Hailee let out a slow breath, her heart heavy and light all at once. The warmth of his hand, the softness of his voice, they were anchors in the swirling storm inside her.

Several hours later, the private jet touched down smoothly on the sun-kissed runway of their secluded resort, nestled on a stretch of coastline where turquoise waves kissed pristine white sands. As the cabin door opened, a gentle ocean breeze swept inside, carrying the scent of salt and tropical blooms. Hailee inhaled deeply, letting the fresh air ground her in the moment.

A sleek black car awaited them on the tarmac, its polished surface reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. Josh offered his arm, and Hailee took it, their fingers brushing as they stepped outside into the warm embrace of the evening.

The drive to the resort was quiet but comfortable. The palm trees swayed gently alongside the road, lit by soft amber lights. Hailee stole a glance at Josh, noting the calm in his expression, the way his hand rested lightly on her knee. It was a different kind of connection than the one she’d shared with Logan, steady, reliable, full of promise.

When they arrived, the resort was a vision straight out of a dream, low white washed buildings framed by lush greenery, twinkling fairy lights strung through the trees, and lanterns flickering softly along the paths. A concierge greeted them with a warm smile, guiding them to their private villa perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

The villa was breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a panoramic view of the ocean, a plunge pool glistening under the moonlight, and soft linens that promised restful sleep. Hailee let out a contented sigh as Josh set down their bags, the moment feeling surreal.

After a quick freshen-up, they made their way to the resort’s fine dining restaurant, a romantic open-air space perched above the water, with candlelit tables scattered beneath a canopy of stars. Soft music played, mingling with the distant sound of waves crashing gently against the shore.

Josh pulled out Hailee’s chair, his eyes meeting hers with a tender smile. “To us,” he said, raising his glass as the waiter poured sparkling champagne.

“To us,” Hailee echoed, clinking her glass against his.

As the meal unfolded, delicate appetizers, fresh seafood, and rich, decadent desserts, they talked in easy rhythms. Hailee shared stories from her childhood, memories she hadn’t told many.

After dinner, as they walked along the moonlit water front hand in hand, Hailee let the sound of the ocean wash over her. She wanted to believe this was the start of something beautiful, unshakable.

The sand was soft beneath her bare feet, still warm from the day’s sun. Each wave rolled in with a whisper, retreating back into the ocean as if offering them privacy. Hailee glanced up at Josh beside her, his other hand tucked in his pocket, eyes cast out at the water.

“This feels like a dream,” she murmured, her fingers tightening around his.

Josh smiled gently. “You always say that when you’re happy.”

She nudged him playfully with her shoulder. “Do I?”

“Every time,” he said, pulling her a little closer. “You said it when we first saw the house in L.A., when we adopted the dog, and… when I proposed.”

Hailee laughed softly. “Okay, fine, maybe I do.”

Eventually, they walked back toward their villa, the sand trailing from their feet onto the stone path. Inside, the air smelled faintly of citrus and sea salt, the sliding doors left cracked to let in the ocean breeze.

Hailee slipped off her heels, letting them fall quietly beside the bed. She turned to find Josh watching her, not with hunger, but admiration. As if she were something sacred, and the fact that she was his now hadn’t fully sunk in.

She stepped toward him with a playful gleam in her eye. “I have a surprise for you,” she said, her voice light, teasing.

Josh arched a brow, intrigued. “Oh yeah?”

“But,” she added quickly, holding up a finger, “you have to close your eyes. No peeking. I mean it.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, grinning as he played along. “Alright, alright. No peeking. Scout’s honor.” He closed his eyes and raised his hands in surrender. “This better not be a prank.”

Hailee laughed softly, her heart fluttering with excitement as she backed away. “Trust me,” she said, already disappearing into the bathroom with the door clicking softly shut behind her. “You’ll like this one.”

Inside, she took a deep breath. She had packed the white lingerie set just for this night, lace, silk, subtle shimmer, delicate but bold. She hadn’t worn it during the ceremony or reception, wanting to save it for something more private. More them.

As she changed, her nerves buzzed beneath the surface, part anticipation, part the lingering energy of the day. She checked herself in the mirror once, then again, smoothing down a strand of hair before quietly opening the door and stepping out.

Josh was still where she left him, eyes dutifully closed, his head tilted slightly like he was listening for her.

“Okay,” she said, voice soft but sure. “You can open them now.”

Josh’s eyes blinked open slowly, and for a moment, he just stood there, silent. Then his expression shifted, surprise melting into admiration, then something deeper. His lips parted slightly, but no words came immediately.

“Wow,” he breathed at last. “You… you really weren’t kidding.”

Hailee smiled, a bit of bashfulness in the curve of her lips. “Nope. Thought I’d save the best part of the wedding for last.”

Josh stepped toward her slowly, as though afraid he might wake up if he moved too fast. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured. “Absolutely stunning.”

Hailee’s smile softened. “I just wanted tonight to be something you’d remember.”

“It already is,” he said, pulling her gently into his arms. “And not because of this, though yeah, that helps, but because you’re here. With me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him, letting herself feel it all, the excitement, the love, the vulnerability of giving herself over to the moment.

And then she kissed him, her husband, passionately.

It wasn’t just the kind of kiss you give out of habit or ceremony. It was full of meaning, built on the hours and years that had led them here. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, then slid up around his neck, drawing him closer. Josh responded in kind, one hand gently cradling her jaw, the other settling at the small of her back.

The room around them blurred as they lost themselves in the moment, in each other. The warmth between them was no longer just about the day’s events, it was a deeper connection, a quiet certainty that this was real.

When they finally broke apart, Hailee stayed close, her forehead resting against his. She could feel his breath on her skin, steady and calm.

“I love you,” she whispered, almost like a secret.

Josh smiled. “I love you more.”

She gave him a playful look. “You always say that.”

“And I always mean it.”

They stayed like that for a moment, swaying slightly, their silhouettes framed by the soft moonlight streaming in from the open balcony doors. The ocean’s rhythmic hush played like background music to their first night as husband and wife.

With a look that held both tenderness and something deeper, Josh shifted, guiding Hailee onto the mattress. She sank into it, eyes never leaving his. There was no rush in his movements, just that steady, magnetic pull between them.

He took her right leg in his hands, brushing his fingers along her calf before leaning in. His lips pressed a kiss to her ankle, then another higher up, slow, deliberate, reverent. Each kiss said what words couldn’t. I’m here. I want you. You matter.

Hailee's breath caught as he continued, his lips tracing a path along her skin, warm and unhurried. When he reached her knee, he paused, not for permission, but to savor the closeness, the trust between them.

Then he moved to her left leg, his touch just as gentle, just as sure. Every kiss he placed felt like a promise, every glance a confession. Then, without a word, he began a trail of kisses up the soft curve of her stomach.

His mouth was warm, his breath brushing over her skin in waves that made Hailee shiver. When he reached just below her ribs, his lips brushed over a spot that made her squirm, sensitive, ticklish, and impossible to ignore.

A soft, surprised giggle escaped Hailee, light and utterly genuine.

He kissed the spot again, gentler this time, just to hear it one more time, her laughter, the way it softened the heat between them into something even more intimate.

"That’s the one, huh?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Hailee nodded, breathless and smiling, eyes half-lidded with affection and want. And in that moment, somewhere between her laughter and his kiss, it was clear, this wasn’t just chemistry. It was comfort, connection, and love, burning strong.

And then, just as he leaned in closer, Hailee turned her head to the side. Their lips met in an instant, it was deep, and full of meaning. A kiss that said everything their bodies hadn’t yet, and everything their hearts already knew.

Josh’s hand moved up to cradle her face as they kissed, thumb brushing her cheek. Hailee responded with equal need, her fingers threading into his hair, pulling him just a little closer.

Josh pulled back just enough to really see her, laid out beneath him, flushed from their kiss, dressed in white lace that clung to her like it was made just for this moment. For her.

She looked absolutely breathtaking.

The fabric hugged Hailee in all the right ways, soft and elegant and impossibly alluring. But it wasn’t just the lingerie,  it was her. The way her hair framed her face, the way her chest rose and fell with every deep, steady breath. The way she looked at him, full of trust, affection, and something deeper.

God, she was beautiful.

Josh reached out, fingers brushing over the lace at her waist, slow and reverent. He peeled the fabric away with care, not to rush, but to savor her. To see every inch of the woman he loved.

To him, she wasn’t just gorgeous. She was everything.

Her heart raced with anticipation as the last piece of lace fell away, leaving her exposed to him completely. When he moved between her thighs, she arched her back in silent invitation. The moment his tongue touched her, a moan escaped her lips, burying his tongue into her sex hole, as he felt the wetness between her legs.

The taste of her drove him wild with desire, as he continued to eat away at her pussy. Each lap of his tongue explored her intimately, while her natural juices coated his face.

Hailee moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched towards him, already extremely turned on.

Josh's mouth worked wonders against her skin, his movements deliberate and passionate. Every flick of his tongue elicited a gasp from Hailee, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

Hailee's fingers grasped the sheets beneath her as waves of pleasure washed over her.

He didn't let up, didn't slow down, his mouth and tongue working relentlessly, lost in the taste and scent of her. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, Hailee’s body trembling as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the spot that made her cry out.

“Oh God! So fucking good.”

His fingers still moving within her but his tongue now tracing circles around her clit. After a few more minutes of teasing her, he finally pulled away, his face glistening with her arousal.

He braced himself on one arm, using the other to guide himself to her entrance. Hailee wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer, her body eager and ready. With a single thrust, he was inside her, a low groan escaping his lips.

Hailee gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"You feel incredible," he murmured.

Josh bucked his hips, as he continued to slide in and out of his new wife, working over her pussy. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, as he rocked back and forth, fucking Hailee.

Josh thrust his hips, driving deeper into his wife. Hailee met each of Josh's thrusts with her own, their bodies syncing perfectly.

"I love you, babe." Hailee cried out.

With a soft moan, she pulled him down towards her, their breaths mingling as she captured his lips in a fiery kiss. Eventually, Josh broke the kiss just long enough to say her name. Hailee could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he moved within her, each sensation more intense than the last.

Suddenly, Hailee's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around him as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. When she finally came down, her body relaxing beneath him, he leaned down to kiss her again. "I love watching you come," he whispered against her lips.

Josh kept his rhythm steady, his hips driving into Hailee with a relentless passion. He could feel the pressure building, as he fucked her.

His thrusts became more urgent, his body chasing its own release. Hailee encouraged him, her voice a sweet whisper in his ear, "Come for me, Josh." With a final thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his body shuddering as he came undone. He filled her completely, his cum spilling into her as he rode out the waves of his climax.

"That was..." Hailee started, but Josh interrupted her with a tender kiss.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed.

The next morning, the sun poured into the villa, warm and golden. Hailee stirred first, stretching lazily before glancing over at Josh, who was still asleep beside her, one arm draped across her waist.

She smiled, brushing her fingers lightly through his hair. “Hey,” she whispered, leaning in close. “Wake up, husband.”

Josh blinked awake, groggy but smiling. “Morning, wife.”

Hailee grinned. “I have an idea.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I need coffee first?”

“Nope,” she said, slipping out from under the covers. “How do you feel about skinny dipping in the ocean?”

That woke him up completely. He sat up, eyes gleaming with surprise. “Right now?”

She was already halfway to the sliding doors, looking back over her shoulder with a teasing smile. “No better way to start our honeymoon, right?”

Josh laughed, tossing the sheets aside. “Lead the way.”

And just like that, they disappeared into the morning light, barefoot and laughing, the waves waiting.

The End