After the ceremony, Bae carried me to the car – bridal style. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Despite all the yells, pictures, and yells, my eyes couldn’t leave him.

Our engagement lasted 4 years.

And til this day, I still get butterflies whenever he with me.

When we finally got to the car, he threw himself on top of me. I know the look he’s giving me. He cupped my face, trapping me between his legs. He kneeled down, crushing his lips on mine. I gasped, feel his hand trailing down my side.

“I love you,” he whispered in between kisses, “wife.”

I felt his lips curl to a smile. I started giggling as I pulled his face on mine again.

I can’t believe I’m still like this with him.

After a few minutes, the car stopped. He let me go and pulled something out of his back pocket. He held a handkerchief. He waved it in front of me when I tried grabbing it from him.

“Babe, what are you doing?” I asked giving up. I pulled him closer to me again. My lips slightly touching his. “Please?” I whispered.

He kissed me again and pulled himself up. “Close your eyes,” he said seductively.

I sighed and listened. He raised me up a little and blindfolded me. He pulled me out and carried me again to wherever we were going.

I took a deep breath and smelled the same thing from a few moments ago. We’re still by the beach.

“Babe,” I whispered in his ear, “what are you doing?” I started kissing his neck softly. I felt him groan. “Please?” I asked on it. My other hand ran up his head. I felt him take a deep breath, but still – he didn’t answer. After a few more minutes he placed me on .. a bed? “When are you talking it off?” I whispered again. He chuckled. I reached for the blindfold, but I felt him grab my hands.

“Please work with me,” he asked softly. He grabbed my hands and started planting light kisses. “Please?”

I took a deep breath, and laid down on the bed. I heard him walk around and I think he opened the window. The breeze made me shiver. After that, I heard something pop – champagne? I started laughing to myself.

After a few moments, I felt his cold hands graze my chest. I felt the bed move and I felt another hand graze my leg, slowly going up my thigh. I gasped feeling him grip my .

“Shh,” he whispered as he started untying my dress. My hand grabbed his, feeling it as it worked. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered again. 

I felt the breeze hit my newly exposed skin - hardening it. His hands pulled me out, kissing me as more of my body was exposed. Finally, I heard my dress fall softly on the floor. 

"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he whispered as his hands explored his playground. Gripping, and rubbing in places that made my eyes roll back. Not being able to see what he's doing catches me unprepared to feel our spark. Our energy. Our electricity.

I moaned, always wanting to feel more. He ran his hand through my hair and instantly, I felt his body. I never felt anyone this warm before, I thought to myself. 

He pressed our body together and rolled me on top of him - pulling the blindfold off. "I couldn't stand not looking in your eyes," he said gripping my waist tighter. 

His hands traced up my body, cupping my chest, and trailed up to my lips - rubbing it. He kept biting his lips, as his eyes watched my every move. I leaned down to kiss him, but he held me in place with his hand in between my chest, carefully touching it. "God," he whispered. I smiled as my hand were on his chest, digging my nails into it. 

He finally sat up, staring deep into my eyes. His hands now holding my face, making sure my stare was locked on his. He pressed his lips on mine, causing our tongues to collide. His hands tangled itself in my hair - pushing me deep into him. His hands trailed down my back, mildly feeling my . I pulled away, looking at him again. "Baby," I whispered letting him see the hunger I have for him.

"Happy honeymoon," he said - cutting me off. 

And at that moment, he threw me back on the bed. Giggling, laughing, and making love for the next couple of hours as man and wife.