Lena

The jet door opened, making me breathe in the much needed fresh air.

"Relieving," I said, watching the steps descend onto the concrete beneath us.

I walked down the few stairs, my eyebrows knitted together. "I'm confused."

"I purchased this a year ago," Josiah said, straightening out his button up.

I looked over my shoulder, lifting an eyebrow.

He chuckled, resting a hand in the small of my back. "Follow me."

"Where's the vehicle?" I asked, "oh, and we can't forget-"

"The luggage, yes, it's being gotten," he said, "can you relax for me?"

I sighed, allowing him to lead me wherever he was leading me.

"What a pretty yacht," I said, "we should get one of those."

"Yeah, she's yours."

I giggled, shaking my head.

He looked down at me, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm serious."

My smile faded as I realized he wasn't kidding. He would've broken by now.

"You're joking?"

He shook his head. "Nope."

"That's our yacht?" I asked, letting out a laugh.

He smiled, making me squeal and run to the dock.

"But you're kidding, right?" I yelled, brushing my hair away from my face. The wind was blowing, and the air smelled fresh, unlike Chicago's polluted nature.

"No, this is where you'll be for the next week. Exploring Italy," he said.

"We're in Italy?" I yelled, my mouth agape.

He chuckled. "Why do you think the flight took so goddamn long?"

I covered my mouth with my hands. "Oh, my God!"

He chuckled, grabbing our bags from the pilot of the jet. "Thank you. Your tip was included."

He nodded. "Enjoy the honeymoon!"

I grinned, biting down on my bottom lip.

He placed our bags on the dock, pulling me close. "Now I want you to know, before we get on here, we're not alone."

"Who's with us?" I asked.

"The skipper," he said, "but he's all the way up top. He won't see me fucking you in every place possible."

I looked up at him, pulling him close to me. "I wouldn't care if he did."

He pulled away from me, bunching up the fabric of my dress. He let out what sounded like a hushed growl and pulled away from me quickly.

He skillfully held the three sizable bags in his hands, leading me onto the yacht.

"I still can't believe this is ours," I said, gawking at the exterior.

"The inside's even more magnificent," he said, dropping our bags as soon as it was safe to do so.

I smiled up at him, watching as he rolled up his sleeves.

"I'll give you a quick tour."

"How long have you had this?" I asked, my jaw dropping when the interior was revealed.

"It's a recent purchase, that's all I'll say."

"Josiah, this shouldn't be attainable," I said, shaking my head.

"Living area," he said, "oh, and by the way, this is ours. No one else's."

"Not even Fred's?" I asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head. "Nope."

I followed him, folding my arms over my chest.

"Kitchen," he said, "where I'll probably eat you out on the counter."

I couldn't help the change in my expression. I was a bit in shock, but Josiah had been extremely out of pocket for a while now.

He led me out onto a deck, his hands in his pockets. "I'll be fucking you here."

I looked up at him, biting down on my bottom lip. "Mm hmm."

He looked down at me, making me close the space between us. I held him close, looking at him from under my eyelashes.

"If only I had something to catch the... moisture between my legs," I whispered, fingering the material of my underwear in his pocket.

He clenched his jaw. "We at least need to make it to the bedroom."

I grabbed his chin, barely any space at all between our lips. "I hope it's close."

He hoisted me up into his arms. "It's close enough."

~*~

Jo

I rested my forearm on my head, looking over at Lena. I was impatiently waiting on her to wake up.

I purposefully did things to wake her- I threw myself around in the bed, I grabbed her leg, which always made her twitch, I pressed kisses to her arm, her neck, anywhere I could reach and she just wasn't budging.

In her defense, we'd gotten to sleep at five A.M., and it was only eleven A.M. currently.

I still didn't feel bad, I had plans for the day.

"Lena," I whispered, "wake up."

She looked over her shoulder at me. "I really enjoyed that show you put on."

I wrapped my hand around the base of her neck. "You were awake the whole time?"

She giggled and nodded. "You're such a baby, God."

"That's just mean," I said, pressing my lips to hers.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, sighing into the kiss. "Good morning to you, too."

I settled myself on top of her, gripping her chin as I moved my lips against hers.

She opened her legs, wrapping them around my hips. "I grant you passage."

I pulled away from her and she giggled, leaning her head back.

"Well, thank-"

She pressed her finger against my lips. "But only if you say the magic word."

"The magic word is I'm going to fuck you," I said, pushing my underwear down.

She brushed her fingertips against my abdomen. "I was looking for something more creative."

I grabbed her face, slipping inside her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit."

She let out a moan, digging her nails into my bicep. "Th-that works."

I smiled, thrusting into her. "And I'm not going to feel bad. Not this week."

She shook her head, her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't. I want it."

I rested my free hand against the headboard, my lips meeting hers in a rough kiss. She wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling away from the kiss to watch my hips meet hers.

"Jo, baby," she moaned, making my grip on her face tighten. I turned her head over for her, pressing my lips to her neck.

"Go harder," she whimpered, wrapping her arm around my forearm.

I did as she asked, thrusting deeper into her. She grabbed my wrist, earning my eyes as she moved my hand down to her neck.

I smiled, wrapping my hand around her neck. "That's my wife."

"Mm hmm," she whimpered, biting down on her bottom lip. She pulled my hips closer to hers, letting out a loud moan.

"Every inch of me is inside you," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her ear.

"It's a lot," she whispered, grinning.

I cleared the space between our faces, my face pressed to her cheek. Our moans and groans were mixing, creating a sound that could've easily gotten us off on its own.

"Jo!" She yelled, her hand wrapped tightly around my arm.

"Louder," I whispered, dragging my lips down her cheek, "yell it."

"Jo!" She screamed, her back arching off of the bed. I fell against her in an equally as pleasurable orgasm, letting out a loud groan.

We caught our breath, making me unwind my hand from around her throat.

I rolled over on my side, letting out a loud sigh. "First of many for the day."

She smiled over at me.

"You've gotten really into me being rough with you," I muttered, gently rubbing her red cheeks, "what's up with that?"

She shrugged, pressing a kiss to my palm. "You're just extremely good at it."

I pressed a kiss to her lips and rolled out of bed. She propped herself up on her elbow, watching my every move.

"Should I shower?" She asked, watching as I leaned against the window. The view was absolutely picturesque. Blue water, no sign of buzzing city life anywhere nearby.

"Probably wouldn't be the best idea, considering I'll be keeping you wet all day."

She grinned, sitting upright. "Then I guess you'll just have to clean me up yourself tonight."

"I can deal with that," I said, smiling as I watched her walk into the bathroom.

~*~

Lena

I smiled as soon as I spotted Jo sitting on the deck, sipping on his coffee. I walked outside, hugging my sweater close to me.

"What a view," I said, earning his eyes.

"You should see mine," he said, watching my every move as I walked over to him.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to his neck. "So far, I think this is the best honeymoon in the history of honeymoons."

"You think so?" He asked, pressing a kiss to my hand.

I trailed my hands down his abdomen, stopping at the band of his sweatpants. "For sure."

I was over the moon- I'd get to see Jo in civilian clothes for a week. Not that his normal, every day business attire wasn't absolutely drool worthy, but Josiah King in civilian clothes was definitely a work of art.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked, his fingertips brushing against my leg as I circled his chair. I sat on his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"I was thinking," I began, "we could fuck right there." I pointed to the cabana beds, chewing on my bottom lip, "and there." I pointed to the open tanning space on the deck, "and really anywhere else we possibly can."

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Well, that sounds like a plan."

"Yeah?" I asked, cupping his face with my hands. I pressed a kiss to his cheek, pulling away with a smile.

"Mm hmm," he muttered, "you distracted me, but breakfast is ready."

I stood up, grinning as I followed him inside and to the kitchen.

"Don't ask what happened to the texture of the fucking oatmeal, I can't answer that."

He slid my bowl across the counter to me, making me giggle. "I think it looks great."

I rested my hand on his side as I brushed past him, grabbing an already prepared glass of orange juice. I placed it next to my oatmeal, trailing the lines of his back with my nails.

"Our tour kind of got cut short last night," I muttered, resting my face against his back.

"Well, I think you can take credit for that," he said, turning around to face me.

He picked me up, placing me on the countertop. "Yeah, and how is that?"

"You were so eager to get to the bedroom," he said, picking up a spoonful of oatmeal, "eat."

I opened my mouth and he slipped the spoon in my mouth, stepping away to fully examine my reaction.

"I-it's good," I said, nodding with a fake smile.

"No, it's not," he said, sighing, "I fucked up the oatmeal. How do you fuck up oatmeal?"

"Baby, I said it's good," I giggled, watching as he opened the fridge.

"That was your I don't want to hurt your feelings voice and smile."

"Well, it's not bad," I said, picking up another spoonful. I let it drop back in the bowl, biting down on my lip.

"This is when a little convenience store would come in handy."

"Let's skip breakfast," I said, grabbing his arm, "go for a swim, have loads of sex, and then worry about dinner when the time comes."

"Ah, yes, and we use cocktails as our fuel. Loving that idea."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Jo, I'm serious."

He pulled me off of the countertop. "Am I going to have to keep you in line?"

"Possibly," I whispered, pushing him against the fridge.

He grinned, pushing me back against the countertop. He grabbed my chin, looking down at me.

"You're just going to have to wait a while," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.

"And if I don't want to?" I asked, resting my hands on his sides.

He leaned closer, his lips almost against mine but not quite there yet. "Then I'll just make it worse."

~*~

hiii 🥰

okay, all these updates.. is this a dream lmao?

im literally so inspired right now so im giving you guys the updates you deserve. i know when life goes back to normal, there probably won't be as many updates so im giving it to you guys while i can!

BUT! how are you guys, how's everything going? did you enjoy this chapter? 😍

um.. if he isn't jo... I DONT WANT HIM.

i mean, he bought his woman A YACHT (pics at the end of the note btw), he's A SEX GOD, and he's also sweet but only to Lena. WHERE DO I FIND ONE

sigh. this honeymoon phase will be WILD! and i mean that. no holding back this time 🤪

i also have a bit of an announcement for you guys, but it won't be until next chapter when i actually tell you, as details are still really being finalized. but i think you guys might like it? im also kind of iffy, but, yeah.

okay!! yacht aesthetics that my beautiful bestie made for me <3

yep.. i do be wanting a jo. or a yacht. or both. preferably both.

okay I LOVE YOU GUYS and i hope you enjoyed. see you soon!

all my love,
jay