To Have and To Hold

by Vic Fontaine

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Second Person, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 11864

A chance meeting rekindled a love you thought was lost forever. Now a year later, you're embarking on an entirely new journey with your wife - Sunset Shimmer.

You and Sunset Shimmer have come a long way. From schoolyard bells to church bells. Cheap whiskey to expensive bubbly. Dusty lakeside cabins to Alpine resorts.

A little more than a year after rediscovering a love you thought was long gone, you once again find yourself taking Sunset on a trip to a surprise destination.

But this is no ordinary vacation. This is your honeymoon.

*A fan made sequel inspired by Holy's gorgeous series of 2nd-person Sunset stories, and published here with permission.
*Cover art commissioned from the amazing SugarlessPaints. (click source to see full res pic)

Published 2021-07-19 17:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-19 17:50:00 UTC

A Lifetime of Tomorrows

Author's Note

A huge thank you to Holy, whose stories Sunshine and Whiskey and Stay a Little Longer inspired the story you're about to read. I highly recommended reading Holy's stories first to get the full backstory of how "you" and Sunset got to this point.

Also, this is my first ever attempt at 2nd-person POV, so I hope I've done it reasonably justice. Thanks for reading! :twilightblush:

A Lifetime of Tomorrows

“Do you take this woman, Sunset Shimmer, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” You stare into the most gorgeous set of eyes you’ve ever known as you speak the words.

“And do you, Sunset Shimmer, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” She stares back at you, reveling in the moment just as much as you are.

The words echo around you, searing into your memory for all time. Pride, joy, and everything in between swells within you. The goofy smile on your face is matched only by the one gracing your love’s angelic visage.

“Then by the power vested in me by the city of Canterlot, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Your hand tightens around hers as your heart pounds inside your chest. It’s really happened. She’s really yours. You’re really hers. You and Sunset. Together forever.

“You may kiss the bride.”

You both lean forward. But just before your lips touch in the first kiss of your new life together, you hear your wife whisper something—

“Are we there yet?”

The sudden, unexpected question derails your lips and then your entire train of thought. Before you know it the altar, the guests, the entire wedding is fading away from you, replaced by a somewhat muted thrumming sound and… is that coffee you smell?

“I said, are we there yet?”

The dreamscape seems to dissipate around you and your eyes flutter open, only to be immediately assaulted by harsh overhead lighting. “Ow…”

“Morning, sleepyhead. Looks like we’re almost there.”

Even when trapped half in and half out of a quite lovely dream, that voice is music to your ears. While you fumble for the seat controls to return your seat to a mostly upright state, you continue to squint your eyes against the harsh cabin lights. “Now I see why the newer models have dimmable LEDs,” you mutter.

You slowly depress the nearby latch to flip out the entertainment screen and tap it awake. The Route Tracker now shows just under two hours until landing.

“How’d you sleep?” she asks.

“Surprisingly alright,” you answer. “Helps when you can lie flat for the most part, of course. You?”

“About the same, I’d say.” Sunset pulls her phone out of her purse and checks the time. “Forgetting timezones for a sec, I think we were out for about three hours? Maybe a bit longer than that?”

You let out a slight yawn that quickly morphs into an upper body stretch. “Not a full night’s sleep, but way better than none at all. Gotta say, these business class seats are pretty dang good.”

Sunset grunts in approval as she struggles to run a brush through her hair. It doesn’t appear quite as chaotic as her usual ‘bedhead’ look, but you’re just glad she’s mostly gotten over her old habit of just making finger guns in the mirror and heading out the door without a second thought.

One of the flight attendants, a tall brunette named Azure, slips into your field of view a few minutes later, bearing her seemingly constant smile and a pot of hot coffee.

Sunset eyes the coffee carafe like it’s the fabled holy grail. “Ah, salvation has arrived!”

A light breakfast service soon follows, which you both happily dig into. You watch the sun continue to rise above the cloud deck as you eat, the serene view doing as much to boost your energy as the meal itself. As you wash down the food with some fresh orange juice and a second cup of French roast, you let your mind wander through the remainder of your interrupted dream. Holding Sunset’s hand, slipping that simple gold band on her finger, declaring your unending love for each other in front of your closest family and friends. And that first kiss… just thinking about it sends a spark through you all over again.

You can’t help but send up a silent thank you to whatever’s up there in the heavens for bringing you back to that coffee shop a little over a year ago. Because if not for that, you’d never have gone back to the cabin, and without that, well, you wouldn’t be on your honeymoon right now at all.

Sunset finishes her breakfast soon after you, though she takes a few minutes to savor the extra croissant that Azure “accidentally” added to her plate alongside the expected warm scone, a nod to a comment Sunset had made just after boarding about how much she loved the croissants in the airline’s Business-class lounge.

With breakfast service done, you and Sunset take turns freshening up a bit in the lavatory, top off the charge in your phones, and prep your other carry-ons while you watch the final minutes tick away on the 3D route tracker function built into each seat’s infotainment screen. After a few minutes you hear the familiar ding of the cabin announcement system.

”Good morning, ladies and gentleman. Quick update from the flight deck. We’ll be beginning our initial descent in approximately twenty minutes, so if you need to make one last trip to the lavatory, please do so before that seatbelt sign comes back on.

“Traffic pattern looks good this morning, so we should have you on the ground and to our gate a few minutes ahead of schedule. Weather on the ground in Zurich is mostly sunny with some high clouds and light winds. Current temperature is fifteen degrees centigrade.

“On behalf of myself, my first officer, and our entire crew, we want to thank you for choosing Air Europa, and we hope to see you again soon, wherever your travels take you next.”

Sunset reaches over the seat divider and grabs your hand. You turn your head and meet her smile with one of your own.

“Ready to make some new memories?” she asks.

You squeeze her hand tightly. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

“Yes! I haven’t steered us wrong yet, have I?”

“No. Well, except for that traffic circle back in town.”

“Hey, all of those street names sounded the same!” You grunt and quickly take a hand off the wheel to wave it in the air. “You try picking out ‘Strassbergstrasse’ from ‘Zweierstras-whatever the heck that was’ while also trying to drive in a circle without hitting something.”

Sunset sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry at you. You return the favor and manage to hold it for a few seconds before you both break into a bit of laughter.

“I’ll let you slide this time, dear,” she finally says. “But we did find that cute little coffee stand as a result, so I guess it wasn’t an entirely wasted side trip.”

“True, although I’m pretty sure the currency conversion made that the most expensive latte I’ve ever had too.”

She shrugs at that. “Eh, it’s our honeymoon. We can splurge a bit, right?”

You nod your head in agreement as you carefully move into the left lane to pass some slower traffic. The dark blue sedan you had rented was no top of the line performance machine, but it displayed more than adequate power, and so far was darn comfortable too.

“Gotta say, this isn’t a bad car at all. Too bad they don’t sell these back home. I could rock one of these.”

“And give up your fancy imported coupe?” Sunset asked, feigning shock.

“Well, at least rock it as a daily driver,” you answer. “Ditch the cramped coupe, then keep the truck for weekends or something. Besides,” you brush your hand across the soft material on the upper dash, “this is a good setup. Leather, power everything, turbo motor, more cargo room, and great mileage. Sounds good to me!”

“Fair point.” Sunset fidgets in her seat until she’s leaning a bit to her left. “But there’s one thing that old truck has that all this new tech wizardry can never beat.”

“Rumbling exhaust note?”

“No…”

You suddenly feel Sunset’s hand on your right leg, moving quickly up your thigh and right to your crotch. Her fingers brush against you and your whole body tenses in the best possible way.

“A bench seat.”

Her fingers explore a bit, teasing you through the fabric of your jeans. You breathe deeply and try to refocus your mind on the road ahead of you. Jeans or not, the mere sensation of her hands on you sends little sparks through your leg, causing your foot to ever so slightly goose the gas pedal a little more.

“I’m… I’m trying to drive you know…” you finally say.

“Am I wrong though?” she asks, right before her fingers slide under your shirt and tease the skin just above your waistline.

“Hmmm…” you let out a small sigh, silently thanking lady luck for the lack of other cars around you at the moment. “N-no… not at all, Sunny.” Memories of the many times that the bench seat in your old truck was put to use flash through your mind, and it takes every ounce of your concentration not to pull her over the center console right then, physical limitations be damned.

And just as quickly as her hand had arrived, Sunset pulls it back. She pecks you on the cheek and sits back, laughing innocently. “Sorry, you know you’re too easy to tease sometimes.”

“You just know how to push my buttons.”

“Who? Me?” you glance over to Sunset, who’s playfully holding her hands over her head in the shape of a halo.

“Yes, you,” you reply with a grin. “But I know how to push yours too, you know.”

“That you do,” she replies, smiling mischievously. “And you can push them as much as you want later. Speaking of later, where’s this mystery hotel anyway? You still haven’t told me exactly where we’re going.”

“Getting close, I promise. Only another…” you reach out to your phone, still anchored to one of the air vents with a car clip, and refresh the map. “forty-five minutes, give or take. But don’t worry, I think you’ll like it there.”

“Dear heavens… this is… this is real?!”

Sunset is standing on your room’s spacious balcony, staring out into the distance. Calm, crystal blue water stretches out below, seemingly within arms’ reach of the hotel, itself nestled on the slope of one of the many mountains that surround this lake in the heart of the Swiss Alps. She slowly scans the horizon over and over, as if it’ll disappear if she looks away for more than a second.

You step out onto the balcony behind her, a chilled bottle of champagne in one hand and two crystal flutes in the other. You gently place them on the small table to your left, then scoot over to your right and wrap an arm over her shoulders, careful not to trap her hair in the process.

“So, what do you think?”

Sunset sighs and rests her head on your shoulder, her eyes still locked on the gorgeous mountain views all around you. You begin to say something, but instead you pull her a bit closer and let the silence linger for a moment. Majestic snow-capped mountains tower over you in nearly every direction. The valley below is lush and green, dotted with farms and small roads, a quaint town and a small private airstrip. Clusters of tall, noble trees fill in the hillsides, becoming sparser as the lush slopes give way to the rocky mountainsides.

“If I showed a picture of this to anypony back home, they’d swear I had visited Elysium.”

“Well,” you sigh before kissing the top of her head, “the website did say this was ‘heaven’s front door in the Alps’.”

Sunset chuckles a bit at that. “Seriously though, how’d you find this place anyway? I don’t recall this coming up in any of our trip planning searches.”

“A bit of dumb luck, actually,” you answer. “I was looking for a nice restaurant in Zurich to go to for our splurge dinner when this place popped up in the ‘hidden gems’ list. The menu alone caught my attention, but when I realized this hotel was attached to it, it was a no brainer.”

“I can see why. Hard to think of anything that would beat this view.”

“I can think of one thing,” you say in a somewhat low voice.

“Oh?” She turns her head to look back at you and smiles. “What would that be?”

You peck her on the lips. “I’m lookin’ at it.”

Sunset kisses you back and laughs that perfect little laugh that you love so much. “I didn’t realize the champagne came with cheese instead of strawberr– Eep!”

Her sarcasm is interrupted by your fingers dancing around her waist where you know she’s the most ticklish.

“Eee! S-stop! Ha!” She squirms in your grasp for a few moments before finally surrendering to your embrace. “Big meanie,” she says, adding a playful thump on your shoulder for added effect.

You loosen your grip enough to stretch behind you and grab the champagne glasses one at a time, passing the first to her. After carefully filling each glass you set the bottle down, then raise your glass in a toast.

“If I was really mean, I wouldn’t be sharing the bubbly, now would I?” You clink your glasses together and take a sip. “Mhmm, great stuff.”

“Heck yeah,” she replies. “Oh, and by the way…” Sunset quickly follows the first sip with another, larger pull from the glass, smiling as it washes down her throat. “If you weren’t going to share, I think I could convince you otherwise.”

Before you can answer she darts forward and kisses you. The lingering cold from the bubbly shocks your senses, but it quickly fades into a pleasant warmth when your tongues meet one another. Your pallet is awash in strawberries and champagne all over again, and you eagerly shift your arm down to your side to draw her closer without spilling your glass. The moment is brief, but still your mind already senses the amazing experiences awaiting you and your wife in this, the most romantic setting you could have ever imagined. That ember of anticipation and desire flares inside you and you deepen your kiss, drawing the cutest of coos from Sunset.

You break for air and the first thing you see is the cute flush in her cheeks, and the devilish look in her eyes. No need to ask what she’s thinking. You know it’s the same mix of giddy anticipation that’s beginning to burn inside of you too. The temptation to abandon your plans for the rest of the day and carry the red-haired goddess before you into your room and lay her over the extremely comfortable looking chaise lounge becomes stronger by the second.

The temptation builds quickly, and you’re just about ready to put your glass down and do just that when you hear a knock on your room door. “Ah, I think I know what that’s about. One sec.”

You pass your glass to Sunset, noting wryly as you turn away that she’s already taking an extra sip off the top of your glass. At the door is the friendly gentleman you met at the reception desk when you arrived. The two of you chat for just a minute before he takes his leave.

“What was that?” Sunset asks as she makes her way in from the balcony.

You turn around fully, a wide smile on your face. In your hands are two ivory colored fluffy robes and a sealed envelope.

“Our plans for the rest of the day, actually.” You set the robes on the side table near the door and pat them with your hand. “First, a couples massage to wash away the jet lag. Hot stones of course,” you add with a wink. Sunset is beaming already at the idea.

“Followed up by…” you open the small envelope and pull out a single card, which you turn so she can see it. “Dinner for two downstairs.”

The elated look on Sunset’s face says it all for you. She hops up and down a few times and squees a bit. “Oh, you really did think of everything, didn’t you!” She skips over to you and wraps her arms around your neck. “I’m a lucky girl.”

“And I’m a lucky guy.” You kiss her playfully before reaching over and passing one of the robes to her. “Let’s get some things unpacked first, then it’s off to the spa!”

“Oh my god, I have never felt so relaxed in my life. That was just divine.”

Sunset looks over at you from the other side of the couch, which you all but collapsed into as soon as you returned to your room. “Hmm, that’s good to hear.” She licks her lips playfully. “And the massage?”

“Huh-” you begin to question, but her real meaning hits you a second later and you give her a sly grin. “Heh. Well played.” You scoot closer to her and wrap an arm over her shoulders. “The massage was excellent, yes. But, I think that the steam room still has it beat.”

A few soft, teasing kisses, then you snuggle closer, letting both the warmth of the ultra soft robes and the residual body heat from the spa session lull you into a happy daze. Sunset sighs contentedly as she lets her free hand rest on your chest. You gently intertwine your fingers with hers, taking a moment to brush a finger over her wedding rings one more time.

Your whole body feels like a bowl of jelly after the incredible massage treatment. The masseuses found and promptly melted away kinks and tension points that you never knew you had. The scent of the infused oils and aromatherapy candles still cling to your nose, and you take a deep breath to soak in as much of it as you can for as long as you can.

Your mind wanders as you cuddle your wife, and it doesn’t take long for your imagination to replay the rest of your time in the spa. Images flash by in a kind of slow motion, like a film reel slowed down to half speed...

The melodic ping of a small chime pulling you both back to the waking world at the end of a truly exquisite couple’s massage.

The short walk down a dimly-lit, private hallway inside the spa complex to a luxuriously appointed steam room that was all yours for thirty uninterrupted minutes.

Climbing up onto one of the polished wooden bench seats next to Sunset, both of you clad only in oversized and incredibly soft towels. Holding hands and basking in the silence while the first wisps of steam begin to emanate from the walls, the floor, and even the ceiling.

Holding each other close as you watch the jasmine and white tea infused clouds envelop you with an almost sublime warmth, melting away tension and inhibition alike.

Your hand slowly inching further and further up her leg while her hand teases the skin just below your own towel.

Kissing her once, twice, three times. Tongues and hands roaming freely, your skin burning growing as hot as the steam-filled air.

Your towels dropping to the floor, hers quickly becoming a headrest as she leans back against the black tiled wall, beckoning you closer.

Kissing your way up her toned calves, then exploring every inch of her luscious, buttery smooth thighs. And after a teasing lick across her lower lips, using your tongue to blaze a meandering path across her stomach, over her supple breasts, and finally to her lips, which greeted you with a soft moan and a desperate, wanton hunger.

The intoxicating scent of jasmine and musk and sweat and lust permeating every one of your senses, driving you both further and further into a scorching and frenetic tryst.

Nearly losing yourself when you look up from your oral worship of Sunset’s core to see her head tilted back against the wall, her vibrant hair dampened by the steam and matted to her skin, her back arched toward you, her eyes fluttering as waves of pleasure roll through her body over and over and over again.

And then… choosing just the right moment to plunge your tongue one more time into her slick folds, driving straight for her clit to send her instantly over the edge. Then smiling gleefully as she twists and moans, her hands pushing your head down to lap up her juices.

Rising to kiss her once more, then smiling as you see her switch places with you, dropping to her knees before you.

Moaning Sunset’s name as she quickly applies first her hand and then her lips to your cock, turning it from merely stiff to rock hard in seconds.

Looking down at the incredibly erotic spectacle and catching Sunset staring right back at you, not losing contact with you for a moment while her tongue swirls around the tip of your cock like a lollipop.

Your entire world going white a second later as your whole body tenses and you explode into her waiting m—

“Must be a heck of a day dream.”

Sunset’s voice startles you, dropping you back into the present. You look down and see her smiling at you. You follow her gaze down to your lap, and the obvious tent in your robe.

“You could say that, yeah,” you reply. “On the bright side though, you haven’t totally worn me out yet.”

Her hand slides down and draws little circles over your robe, playfully avoiding touching you directly. “That’s good news,” she adds in a husky voice. “Because the spa seems to have rejuvenated me too, I think. Must have been all that steam.”

You look across the room to the clock on the nightstand. “Hope you worked up an appetite then...” you lean down and kiss her gently, your free hand resting just under her chin. “because dinner’s in about an hour.”

She suddenly pulls back and almost leaps off the couch. “An hour?! I-I gotta get ready!”

Your explanation that it’s plenty of time and the restaurant is literally an elevator ride away falls on deaf ears as Sunset grabs you and drags you toward the ensuite bathroom. “Get dressed fast! I need time to do my hair!”

You stop and look at your reflection in a large mirror on the wall just around the corner from the hotel’s restaurant. A quick once over to ensure your suit coat and tie are all sorted, just to be sure. You would have done all this upstairs, but after hurriedly freshening up in the bathroom and getting dressed, Sunset had shooed you out of the room. Something about not wanting you to see the dress she had brought for the occasion, and needing complete silence to use her curling iron.

Your outfit, on the other hand, was no mystery. Sunset, along with Rarity, had been there to help you pick out the three-button suit a few months back. Paired with a crisp new shirt, coordinating tie and pocket square, and freshly polished shoes, you smile approvingly at your reflection. “I guess the TV guy was right,” you say as you adjust your tie tack, a polished silver piece designed after Sunset’s cutie mark, “I do like the way I look.”

Satisfied with your appearance, you enter the restaurant and greet the maitre d, who quickly shows you to a table on the far side of the dining room that literally has yours and Sunset’s name written on it in the form of a welcome card signed by the restaurant staff. Even more impressive, however, is the gorgeous view out toward the lake and the valley below afforded to you through the picture window.

Your waiter appears momentarily to introduce himself and offer a pre-dinner drink to start your evening. You order a Gin & Tonic, Sunset’s go-to cocktail, for her, and a Manhattan for yourself. The waiter promises to deliver them both upon Sunset’s arrival, then takes his leave to attend to the few other tables who had opted for a somewhat early dining time.

You quickly check your watch, then turn your attention to the dining room itself. It sits at the end of the hallway you were previously in, not unlike the cross on top of a T. Plush leather chairs and white table cloths accompany tables large and small, all of which afford their guests at least one good angle to take in the amazing views outside. Thick, warmly colored curtains flank each picture window, while muted whites, greens, and yellows diffuse the light from the sparkling light fixtures into a warm, welcoming glow. Through the French doors beyond you can see the expansive patio dotted with more casually appointed tables, large umbrellas to provide shade from the late afternoon sun, and a stone fire pit for use in the evenings.

The sound of heels clicking against tile reaches your ear, and you turn your eyes back to the arched entryway you just came through yourself. A nervous excitement is already brewing inside you. The sound grows closer, and a moment later you see the maitre d re-enter, followed by Sunset. As soon as you see her, you know only one thing for certain…

There’s not a shade on the patio that could dim the light of the star that just walked in.

“Wow…”

You stand to get a better view. Your eyes meet hers in an instant and never lose focus, following her every step of the way as she’s led towards your table. Her dress is… you can hardly put a word to it, because your mind’s ground to a halt in sheer awe.

Sunset is wearing an absolutely stunning one-shoulder dress. It flows down from the wide strap on her right shoulder, with the top hem cutting down and across her chest towards her left side, dipping down just enough to tease the swell of her left breast. Combined with the exposed shoulders, it’s a hundred times more alluring than any plunging neckline you’d ever seen her wear.

The dress gently hugs her every curve through her midsection and past her hips, which sway hypnotically as she draws ever closer. The ambient light casts a slight sheen off the dark teal fabric, reminding you in some ways of the dress she wore to the concert at Camp Everfree all those years ago.

Streaks of golds and oranges in numerous hues dance across the dress, flowing down from Sunset’s right shoulder into an angled skirt that stops mid-calf on her left leg, but just above her ankle on her right side. The pattern seems almost floral at first glance, but as she rounds the last set of tables separating you, you see it more clearly.

“Feathers…”

Phoenix feathers, to be exact. Much like the ones she described to you from her time in her native Canterlot. The stylized feathers overlap a bit, giving the impression that the fiery bird was about to take flight and leap off the fabric at any moment. The hidden meaning in that image, in light of everything you know she had gone through over the years, isn’t lost on you one bit.

Your eyes catch the small flashes of green on her black patent leather heels for a moment, but that only makes you realize that a big reason why Sunset’s dress seems so flowy is because of the gentle slit along the left side that goes up to her mid-thigh. Only a sense of propriety in public forces your eyes away from watching her long legs play hide and seek with the dress.

You lift your gaze, following that beautiful figure all the way back to Sunset’s smiling face. “You look…” you take her hand and gently raise it to your lips. “You look amazing.”

“Surprised then?” she asks coyly.

“Yes! I mean, I knew you and Rarity were going dress shopping at some point, but this is just magnificent.”

She smiles brightly, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “Shall we?”

“Of course!”

The maître d pulls out Sunset’s chair, followed by your own. As you settle in and unbutton your suit jacket for some extra comfort, you get a good look at the rest of Sunset’s beautiful ensemble.

Some of her luscious, silky hair cascades in gentle curls over her right shoulder, while a kind of half updo transforms the rest into perfectly nested layers of red and yellow. Simple drop earrings show off vibrant orange topaz gemstones, providing a perfect complement to the pendant around her neck – a handcrafted silver piece intricately styled after her cutie mark and filled with small red and yellow gemstones that simply glow in the evening light streaming through the window.

If you didn’t already know the gorgeous woman across from you, you’d bet everything that your dining companion was Aphrodite herself.

Your waiter returns moments later and delivers your drinks, much to Sunset’s delight. After a brief toast, you take turns sipping each other’s drink while perusing the short but exquisitely presented menu.

“By the way…” Sunset says, using the menu to shield her voice a bit, “I couldn’t help but look this place up on my phone while waiting for the curling iron to heat up. I know we’re splurging and all, but you did see the going rates at this place, right?”

“Sure did,” you nod, “but don’t worry, we’re not paying the full fare.”

“Oh?” she piques an eyebrow. “I know we used air miles for the flight, but…”

“As always, knowing Rarity opens all sorts of doors for you.”

“Let me guess,” Sunset answers, “she’s somehow a regular here too?”

“No, but she was a longtime client of Lotus and Aloe. Remember they used to run that day spa back in Canterlot?” Sunset nods.

“They sold it and moved over here to be closer to family. Turns out they manage the spa program here now, so Rarity may have called in a favor or two when I told her I was going to book here.” You take a sip from your drink, smiling over the rim of the glass. “Allegedly, of course.”

Sunset sighs and smiles. “That girl knows someone everywhere, I swear,” she laughs. “We definitely need to get her a nice gift while we’re here.”

“Absolutely. So,” you continue, flipping open the menu, “what’s for dinner?”

The next hour and a half is a gastronomic tour de force for both of you. From starter to dessert, each piece of your four-course meal takes you and Sunset on a journey of smells and tastes that you’d never think to combine, but taken together seem almost magical in their own right. The optional wine pairing you opt for raises each dish another notch still, accentuating every flavor profile perfectly. By the time the dessert plates are quietly scooped up by the ever attentive but never intrusive staff, your taste buds are happier than they’ve ever been.

After signing the room charge slip you help Sunset out of her chair, you both bid farewell to the maitre d and begin a leisurely walk back to your room. When you return you doff your tie and jacket and hang them in the closet nearby for now. While Sunset begins to put away her jewelry, you take a look out the balcony doors and nod approvingly.

“Ah, plenty of daylight left, I think. Perfect.”

“Perfect for what?” Sunset asks, walking over while removing her ear rings.

“For a swim, my dear.” You lean in and give her a quick peck on the cheek, careful not to smudge her makeup. “And one with a view like you’ve never seen.”

“Shouldn’t we wait thirty minutes?” She playfully pokes your shoulder.

“Trust me,” you answer, “the view will be worth it.” You swing over to your suitcase and grab your swim trunks.

“I’ll go get everything ready. Meet me by the pool in twenty.”

A bit over twenty minutes have passed. You’re leaning against the side of the pool, perfectly comfortable in the climate controlled and crystal clear water. Despite the slight chill building into the air, the water feels just right against your body. You sigh contentedly and take a quick look around to double check everything.

Towels and flip flops for two? Check.

The remaining champagne on ice again, and two fresh glasses? Check.

You turn in place at the muffled sound of a door closing, and look toward the pool’s semi-enclosed entrance area.

The breath completely stolen from your lungs?

Also check.

If the woman sitting across from you at dinner was Aphrodite, the red-haired siren walking towards you now is surely Venus. No other description comes to your mind. That’s how jaw-droppingly gorgeous Sunset Shimmer is right now.

Gone is the relatively simple swimsuit she would use whenever you were out at the lake. In its place is a two-piece bikini that you’d swear was created specifically for Sunset’s body.

The almost liquid sheen of the top’s material lets the deep black base color contrast beautifully with the flames that flow up the front of each side, like burning tendrils reaching up from the sun. Subtle gold colored trim traces along the plunging V-shape between the cups, which quite noticeably boost Sunset’s already generous chest.

Your eyes follow that seductive view to the center of the bikini top, where a dark gold sun sits like a crown between Sunset’s gorgeous breasts. Two thin straps, one gold and one black, flow out from there, following along the bottom of the bikini top and around to her back. A trio of diamond-shaped embellishments set in a gold-red-gold pattern add extra pop to the shoulder straps, which are half hidden by Sunset’s fully flowing hair.

Sunset watches you watching her as she makes her way toward the lounge chairs you’ve set out for the two of you. She smiles innocently at the extra attention, adding an extra hitch to her step as she presents her back to you. Slowly she unties the side knot on a sheer black sarong that’s wrapped around her waist and makes quite a deliberate effort of bending over to carefully drape it across the chair.

She finally turns back around and again your eyes widen in awe. The bottom half of her bikini is just as alluring as the top, made with the same sleek black material and cut just right to accentuate her curvy hips and smooth legs. Red and gold embellishments sitting like perfectly placed highlights along her hips that naturally draw your eye down to the beautiful golden yellow and orange sun design in the very center.

As if on cue, the pool’s exterior lights turn on for the night just as Sunset begins to step down toward the water. Slowly, oh so slowly, Sunset descends into the pool. Her steps are exact and deliberate, as if she was on a private catwalk, with you her audience of one. Her hair begins to float a bit as the water rises to just above her chest.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all, miss,” you reply, playing along for the moment. “But I do have a few conditions.”

Sunset smirks at that, then wades closer and drapes her arms around your shoulders. “And what conditions would that be?”

“First, you tell me how long you’ve been hiding that bikini from me. And second–” you reach over to the small tray sitting just behind you on the side of the pool and pass her one of the champagne glasses. “You help me polish off this champagne.”

“Hmm, that’s a tough ask, but I think I’ll manage.” Sunset clinks her glass against yours and you both take long sips of the bubbly.

“As for the bikini,” she continues, “remember that sudden ‘fashion emergency’ that I had to help Rarity with last week?”

“Mhmm,” you say before downing more of the cold bubbly.

“Well, the emergency was me, actually. Or rather, I became the emergency when Rarity saw my old swimsuit on the stack of things to pack.” Sunset chuckled as she sipped more of her drink as well. “And well, you see what happened as a result.”

You lean in and kiss Sunset, letting your hand linger on her cheek and then her shoulder. “I do. And it’s stunningly beautiful. Perfection, really.”

“Aw, thanks.” She kisses you in return, then turns her gaze to the rest of the pool. “This is a gorgeous pool. Huge too. And that hot tub over there? I mean wow.”

“And that’s not even the best part,” you reply. “Here, follow me.”

You wade over to the far end of the pool, closest to the building. Sunset follows, glass in hand. You point out the softly curved bench that’s been built into this end of the pool as a means to lounge without leaving the water, and soon she sinks down next to you.

“W-wait, I see it!” she exclaims. “Is this… an infinity pool? Oh, wow… and I thought the view from the balcony was amazing.”

You wrap your free arm around Sunset’s shoulders and squeeze closer to her. “Right? It’s like the horizon simply disappears into the lake.”

Sunset takes a second look and she nearly squeaks in amazement. “Whoa!”

Indeed the angle and position of the pool’s outer edge serve as an optical illusion that allows the pool water to appear in the same line of sight as the massive lake below. Even the safety rails and the stone pad around the pool disappear from view from where you’re at. All either of you can see is the last rays of the sun setting in the distance, painting a heavenly mixture of orange, red, and purple across an infinite skyline.

You both drain the last of the champagne in your glasses and set them down outside the pool. Thankfully the next few minutes tick by slowly, giving you plenty of opportunity to absorb every bit of the gorgeous sunset. Another couple appeared briefly to use the available hot tub, but retreated back inside after a short while.

“Beautiful sunset too,” she says softly, her eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“Yes you are.”

Her eyes flick in your direction for a moment, and you see a smile curl the corner of her lips. “The sky’s pretty too, of course,” you add with a grin.

Sunset reaches over and grabs your hand beneath the water. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you reply, stealing a kiss for good measure. You hold her close and close your eyes, and for the next few minutes, everything else fades away. All you can hear is the slow bubbling of the pool’s jets, the slight breeze in the air, and the faint echoes of the mountains all around you. If you could freeze that moment in time and bottle it you would, because right here, right now, sitting on the edge of heaven with a woman you loved, lost, and somehow found again… you could never imagine anything more perfect.

As dusk falls overhead, you both splash around a bit just for fun, then indulge in the hot tub yourselves as well. With no one else around, it doesn’t take long for your hormones to reach the same temperature as the hot tub, drawing you deeper and deeper into each other’s embrace. The thin material on your trunks offers as much resistance to wandering hands as Sunset’s bikini, which is to say none at all. She plays with you through your trunks while your free hand gently parts her legs and rubs the golden sun on her bikini bottom, putting the lightest of pressure on her womanhood through the thin fabric. You both moan softly at each other’s touch, and reach for another kiss. Your other hand travels up Sunset’s back and under her hair, stopping just on the back of her neck, pulling the kiss deeper still.

Bodily limitations finally force you both to break for air. Your faces are mere inches apart. Sunset reaches a hand up and touches it to your cheek. You raise your right hand and caress her cheek in turn, gently pushing a lock of her now soaked hair back over her ear. Even the muted glow of the hot tub’s lights can’t hide the fiery mix of love and lust you see in her eyes – the same flames that are burning in your eyes as well, part of the same fire that you’ve been stoking inside of each other the entire day, from the car to the spa and now to a hot tub beneath a blanket of stars.

You don’t need to ask Sunset what’s on her mind. The need, the want, the longing in her expression is all the answer either of you need.

As you both hurriedly towel off, throw on t-shirts, and make a break inside for the elevator, it fully hits you: This is the moment you’ve been waiting for this whole time, from the moment you stepped on that plane back in Canterlot.

You’ve had sex with Sunset Shimmer many times before. In the truck, at the lake house, and many places in between. But you’ve never had sex with your wife Sunset Shimmer. That isn’t just sex. That’s making love. That’s pouring out your entire heart in a way that, to your mind, just can’t be equaled without first saying those two amazing words: ‘I do’.

And after an exhausting wedding day, an overnight flight halfway around the world, a road trip, and more teasing than you thought two people could possibly take, you’re about to find out exactly what that feels like.

The door lock mechanism reacts quickly to a wave of your keycard and lights up green, clicking the lock open for you. You turn the handle and push the door open a bit, then block it with one foot before turning to Sunset.

“Up you go.”

“Huh— Whoa!” Before she can answer you grab Sunset in a bear hug and lift her up. You’re no body builder, so you can only get her feet a few inches off the floor, but it’s enough to let you carry her over the threshold into the room.

You step clear of the door and put her down. “Wanted to do that after the reception, but I wasn’t about to risk damaging that dre— mmph!”

Sunset stops you with a kiss. Her tongue pushes into your mouth just as she leans into your body, pushing you back against the closing door behind you. Her hands quickly go beneath your shirt, up your chest and around to your back.

She’s caught you off guard for a moment, but you quickly return her advances with your own. Your hands trace down her sides, quickly finding the hem of her t-shirt and exploring underneath it. One hand rests on the small of her back while the other races up her spine to her shoulder blades, allowing you to pull her closer still.

A momentary breath and your lips meet hers again. Now you kiss along her jawline, then down to her neck, and that little spot just behind her ear that you know makes her shiver.

“Mhmm… Yes...”

You kiss that spot again, then repeat the same to the other side of her neck, relishing her soft coos and shivers each time. Sunset’s breath is growing hotter by the second; you can feel it against you as she holds on tight, sagging into you more and more with each kiss.

Your hands leave Sunset’s back long enough to pull her shirt up and off, revealing her bikini top once again. The warm lighting above the door makes the bold, sensual design look even sexier than before, and you can’t resist planting a few kisses all along the top of her breasts.

Sunset reaches for your own shirt and lifts it over your head before surging forward with another heated kiss. You gladly accept, letting her control you again as her hands caress your upper body and her lips roam your neck in return. As she kisses you your hands crawl up her back until they find the back of her bikini top and deftly undo the double hook. In a motion you’ve perfected over your time together, your hands travel up and over her shoulders, smoothly grabbing the two shoulder straps along the way and pulling the top off of her without fully breaking contact.

The top drops to the floor between you, and immediately your senses light up with the feeling of her bare skin on yours. You’ve only just begun but you can already feel the heat in her skin as she presses herself against you.

You could stand here and make out with Sunset all day, but you have much more in mind. Much more.

“Bed.”

Sunset smiles and nods, then walks further into the room. You quickly turn and crack the door open just enough to slip the “do not disturb” sign onto the outer handle, then close and lock it. When you kill the light nearest the door and round the small corner into the room proper, you find Sunset totally naked, standing at the foot of the bed with one hand open towards you, beckoning you closer.

Your trunks join the trail of swim clothes on the floor that lead to the bed. You take her outstretched hand and kiss it. Your lips kiss further up her arm as she reels you in, like a siren pulling in a very willing catch. She embraces you and kisses you; lightly at first, then deeper, and deeper, and deeper still. Her tongue curls against the inside of your top lip and sends a jolt down your spine.

Sunset pulls away. Only a thin strand of saliva connects you to her now. She looks up at you, then takes your hand and takes a small step backwards. You see her intent immediately and follow her lead as she lays back onto the bed. Your feet shuffle forward a bit before you crawl onto the bed and straddle her.

You look down and for a moment it’s almost hard to breathe. It’s then, right then in that very moment that this woman… this gorgeous, perfect, angelic woman who is your wife forevermore… looks more beautiful than you’ve ever seen her. Arms open, legs parted slightly, hair splayed out behind her, her eyes filled with absolute, unquestioning love. At this moment Sunset looks more naked than you’ve ever seen her.

“Make love to me,” she pleads. “Please.”

You do not answer. At least not with your voice. Instead you let your hands and your tongue speak for you, and right now they have a lot to say.

Slowly you begin to crawl up the bed towards her. Your hands gently, almost playfully caress Sunset’s legs, wandering up her calves and onto her thighs. Your lips follow close behind, leaving trails of short kisses and licks on both of her legs, and paying particular attention to all of her sensitive spots that you already know oh so well. An extra kiss just above her right knee. A slight nip on the outside of her left thigh. Gentle but firm pressure to the inside of her thighs that always sends a warm shiver through her. Each kiss, each lick, riles her up a little more, which only spurs you on further.

Your ministrations continue to her hips, where your touch becomes even gentler, like a velvet glove. Partly because you know she’s ticklish here, and partly because you know riding that line between tease and tickle always makes her melt… and this time is no exception.

“Mhmm… keep doing t-that…”

You gladly oblige, drawing little S patterns along her left hip while your lips plant slow, soft kisses on her right. You keep this up for a few moments, relishing the feeling of Sunset squirming and cooing beneath you. As you move further up her body your right hand drops past the crease of her thigh to just brush your fingertips against her sex. The contact is oh so brief but more than enough to cause Sunset to inhale sharply. Already you can smell the heady scent of her arousal filling your senses.

Your hands caress every inch of her toned tummy, fingertips playing up and down her sides like the lightest of brushstrokes. Your lips follow close behind your hands, leaving more kisses and licks in your wake, and melting Sunset a little more with each passing second.

Finally you reach Sunset’s chest. Your hands cup her ample breasts and gently squeeze and knead them, giving just the amount of pressure that you know drives her wild. Her soft, slightly puffy nipples quickly become aroused beneath your hands, and you can’t resist drawing little circles around them with your thumbs while your lips make their way up her torso.

You slide your whole body up a bit more to adjust your angle, and now your lips can begin to play upon Sunset’s chest. She responds in earnest, pushing up her chest a bit with her hands to meet you. Your one hand continues to massage whichever breast isn’t being lavished with attention from your lips, your tongue, or both. Your tongue traces circles around her nipples one moment, before drawing it into your mouth and sucking on it like candy, and repeating the process over and over again. Sunset places a hand over yours and presses down, squeezing her breast along with you, her soft moans spurring you on.

Finally, your resolve wavers and you quickly lean up the final few inches and meet Sunset’s lips. Her arms wrap around you instantly, and her tongue races out to meet yours. Your bodies fully press together now, and you can really feel the heat growing between you. Her skin feels as hot and flush with desire as your own. The air between you is hot with desire and soaked in a mixture of pool, perfume, and arousal.

You kiss Sunset again, this time letting more of your weight fall onto her. Together you sink a bit deeper into the plush mattress as your lips find more and inventive ways to play along her neck and collarbone… while your free hand retraces your previous steps to continue teasing her nipples. She tightens her grip and pulls you closer still. “Yes, like that…”

The slight shift in position brings your lower body in full contact with Sunset’s. You feel your penis just barely brush up against her entrance and your hips twitch on pure instinct alone. Sunset clearly notices and hums contentedly in response, before flexing her hips a bit to bring your skin back into contact.

“Hmm… someone’s eager,” you whisper between kisses.

“Lo– Ohh…” her words turn into a slow hiss of pleasure at the renewed contact. ”Look who’s talking,” she finally replies, adding a kiss to your neck for good measure. “But first…” Sunset suddenly tightens her grip around your back, using you as leverage to pull herself up a bit, then twists to her right in an attempt to roll you over. The motion catches you off guard for a second, but you quickly catch up and let your momentum carry you the rest of the way.

The next thing you see is Sunset looming over you with a wicked smile on her face. “Time to return the favor.”

She punctuates that last word with a deep, long kiss that ends with her barely nipping your bottom lip with the edge of her teeth, causing you to hum with renewed pleasure.

Sunset spends the next few minutes repaying every nip, kiss, and lick that you lavished on her body moments ago. Her lips work deep into the crook of your neck, across your shoulders and all over your chest, leaving a trail of love bites and teasing licks in her beautiful wake. She slowly slithers down your body as she goes further and further south. One of her hands reaches out and grabs onto yours while the other roams freely up and down your sides. The tips of her hair barely touch your skin as she moves, sending dozens of little twitches through your body that quickly turn you into little more than putty in her delicate hands.

You feel those same hands dip down below your waist and brush the side of your cock, and your pulse jumps up another level entirely. “Oh, wow. Don’t stop, Sunset,” you mutter as another wave slowly rolls over you.

Her reply comes in the form of her other hand traipsing down your stomach and wrapping around the base of your cock. You open your eyes and look down, and it’s like the steam room all over again. Her gorgeous eyes locked onto you, her devilishly delightful smile a tease all its own. Then it happens.

Her lips touch the tip of your cock. Slowly, gently, tenderly. So tender you’d swear her lips were made of velvet. Her tongue follows behind and you see stars. Your whole body tenses for a moment of sheer exhilaration. One by one she alternates; one kiss, one lick. Down one side of your cock and up the other, leaving no piece of you untouched. And all the while, her free hand is gently cupping your balls, gently massaging them.

She looks up at you for a moment before giving your cock one final long lick, from the base to the very tip… and then taking you into her mouth. “S-Sun— Oh!” You bite the side of your tongue a bit to keep your body from racing over the edge right then and there. “Yes yes o-oh yes…”

Her tongue wraps around your cock as she slowly moves you further into her mouth bit by bit. You reach up with your right hand and grab her hair to move it away from her face, a gesture you know she appreciates each time. You can tell that too by the way she begins to gently hum as she continues her ministrations, adding a heavenly kind of vibration to the flood of pleasure coursing through you.

Just as you’re about to get close to your limit again, Sunset releases her hold on you with one last flick of her tongue. She quickly crawls back up to give you a long kiss, only to continue crawling forward until her head rests against the tall, plush padded headboard. She uses her hands to prop herself up, then shimmies her lower half forward until her glistening core is mere inches from your face.

You immediately take the hint and scoot down a bit to align with her, and also free your hands from being trapped between your side and her legs. Now freed, your hands wrap around the inside of her thighs to gently grab her shapely rear and pull her down towards you.

“I love you.”

She looks down at you through a wall of hair. “I love you t— O-Oh!”

Her reply cuts off the moment your tongue touches her soaked lips and you don’t hesitate for even a moment. Your hands tighten their grip on her ass as your tongue goes to work; first all along Sunset’s glass-smooth outer lips, then slowly pushing between them to lap at her core. It doesn’t take long for Sunset to begin squirming and writhing above you as you drive her crazy one lick, one kiss at a time. Arousal seeps from her pussy in thick droplets, coating your mouth with her sweet nectar.

Your eyes glance up for just a second and you see Sunset bracing herself against the headboard with one hand while the other cups and squeezes her left breast. Not one to see your wife struggle, you lift your arms and let your hands crawl up her stomach to grab both her breasts at once. Sunset lets out a low, almost guttural moan as you begin rolling her nipples between your fingers while your tongue continues to trace small circles around her clit.

“D-Don’t stop… Yes, like that— Yes r-right there!” Sunset flexes her hips lower, pushing her soaked nethers closer to your eager lips. You lavish every inch of her with long kisses, then short licks and long licks. Shallow swipes of your tongue across her inner lips, then deep, firm licks over her clit that combine to turn Sunset into an inferno of arousal above you. You can feel the heat radiating from her body now, washing over you with an intensity that you’ve never felt in all your lusty trysts before.

“More, more… yes yes there. Faster— Ohhhhh, yesss…..” Your tongue drives as deep as you can go, slipping past her inner lips and inside just a bit. Sunset’s free hand drops down to rest on your head, a silent gesture to spur you on. You hum in satisfaction before diving back in with gusto, licking her from end to end then wrapping your tongue around her exposed clit like a lollipop and suckling it with everything you had.

“Y-Yesyesyes— I-I’m gonna—” words fail Sunset as a huge orgasm overwhelms her in an instant. You can feel her thighs shaking against your sides as your tongue fervently laps up the wave of juices that dribble out of her.

The orgasmic wave begins to ebb a bit, and Sunset climbs down just enough to dive headlong into your lips. Your taste mixes with her own in your mouth, but you don’t care one bit. You can barely keep up with her tongue or her lips as she kisses you with everything she has. You’re so wrapped up in her kiss you don’t notice Sunset shifting her lower half further back, stretching out a bit.

You do notice, however, when the tip of your cock presses firmly against her pussy.

Your eyes meet for a split second, and in those gorgeous, seemingly endless cyan pools, you see a fire still raging, still in need of quenching. Then in one motion, Sunset drops her hips back further, pushing herself onto your erection. She moves slowly at first, easing you in a bit at a time, until nearly your entire length is inside of her.

Sunset leans all the way up until her upper body is perpendicular to your own. Her weight shifts back just enough to drop her full weight onto you, pushing you the rest of the way inside of her. She places her hands on your chest for balance and begins rolling her hips up and down, back and forth. Her entire torso rolls in a slow motion wave, nearly pulling off of you before sinking back down to the hilt, pressing your cock against her inner walls in a rhythmic pattern that quickly sends your pulse and your hormones into the stratosphere.

Her breasts gently bounce along with her body, and for a moment you force yourself to sit up enough to quickly take each of her nipples into your mouth one at a time and suckle them like a delicious, carnal treat. Sunset quickly wraps a hand around the back of your head and holds you there, allowing you to lavish even more attention on her supple breasts as she continues to grind into you.

As another shock of pleasure races through you, you look up at Sunset’s face and once again you find yourself awestruck. Sunset’s head is in just the right spot to mostly block your view of the ornate chandelier high above your bed, giving off an almost halo effect around her. And in that moment, you do see an angel. An angel that is perfect in her imperfections. A beautiful soul with more passion, more humanity than you could ever describe, and as another long, sensuous moan reaches your ears, more love than you could ever hope to hold in your own two hands.

But damn if you weren’t going to try anyway.

You reach a hand down and slide your index finger between the small space between your bodies. Sunset’s motions pause for just a moment, but it’s all you need to let your finger slide past her outer lips and find her clit. You begin flicking her clit in short, small strokes while you flex your own hips to push just that last bit further into her. The extra stimulation from your finger sprints Sunset toward a second orgasm, leaving her a panting, sweat-matted pile of gorgeous human flesh slumped down on top of you.

You hold her tightly and kiss the top of her head. “That was… Wow...”

Sunset tilts her head up and flicks some of her hair away from her face. “Not done yet, though,” she smiles. “Your turn now.”

“How do you want me?”

“I want you on top,” she replies, desire already filtering back into her voice a bit. She wedges her left hand out from between you two and holds it up to show her wedding rings. “To borrow a bit from the girls back home–” she leans up and kisses you gently, “make me your woman.”

Whether you had two legs or four, you don’t need to ask what that kind of request means.

You gently reverse the roll to your right from before, landing the two of you at about the same place you started from near the center of the bed. You reach off to the side and reposition some of the pillows so Sunset has a place to lay her head, then crawl forward on your knees toward her. Your eyes roam Sunset’s body and you marvel at the agonizingly beautiful sight before you. Her legs part as you draw near, revealing herself fully to your needy gaze.

Slowly you lower yourself down on top of her again, only this time there won’t be any teasing. This time one of her hands is there to meet your cock and guide its tip to her entrance. This time you move swiftly to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss devoid of pretense or restraint. Your tongues meet quickly as you let your erection rub against her outer lips a bit, coating your tip in her juices one more time.

You bring your head up to look Sunset in the eye. She returns your loving smile with one of her own, then gently nods her head as her hips push upwards to meet you. Her eyes widen in ecstasy as you slide into her, and in that one brief moment you can almost feel your soul, your very essence, join Sunset’s like never before. Words don’t come forth, but they don’t need to now. The connection you feel between you now is that deep. Like a tattoo on your souls, never to be erased.

Your bodies fall into a firm but deliberate rhythm, meeting each other’s motions in near perfect timing. You push forward and Sunset’s hips rise to meet you; you slowly pull back and she relaxes, though not without flexing her inner walls so you feel every contour of her insides along the way. Sunset quivers beneath you, her deep breaths interrupted by bursts of pleasure that seem to steal the air from her lungs. You hold yourself up with one hand while the other traces up her side and gently cups her right breast. She moans softly as your fingers find her nipple again and you can feel another wave of her arousal flow down around your cock as you push that much deeper into her.

Sunset reaches her right hand behind her to the headboard to use it for extra leverage while her left hand comes to rest on top of yours and squeezes her own breast even harder. Your lips find hers in a fervent kiss as you shift your angle just enough to fully exploit the added resistance from Sunset, and the result is a full body shudder that leaves her gasping beneath you.

You repeat that cycle over and over and over again. Your bodies move as one, giving and taking in equal measure, shifting together however the endless waves of pleasure direct you, singing a song of love and lust, desire and destiny. Arousal and musk and perfume fill your every sense. Your bodies almost slide against each other now from the sweat and the arousal spread across your skin, but that only encourages you to keep going - to hold on for one more push, one more moan, one more whispered plea for more.

Finally the growing fire inside of you begins to catch up, and you know you won’t hold out much longer. Your breaths become shorter, and a bit more ragged. Without a word Sunset’s legs shift and wrap around your lower back, while her arms grip you around your neck and pull you into a deep kiss, her tongue racing to join yours again.

Your lips separate and your forehead comes to rest on hers. The desperate look in her eyes tells you she’s not far behind. You smile, kiss her again, and plunge forward until you’re hilted inside of her. Sunset gasps at the sudden movement, then pushes back into you as hard as she can. Her inner walls flex around you, gripping you from all sides in waves that send you hurtling closer and closer to your peak.

Sunset reaches up and kisses you, her moans and whimpers escaping her lips in between hurried, panting breaths. Her hands tighten their grip around your neck as you continue to push into her.

Your arms slide beneath her and pull her towards you until your chests are smashed together, leaving virtually no distance between your bodies at all. Your pace increases a bit, and Sunset matches. You push deeper and she squeezes harder. Your grip on each other tightens as you both race toward the orgasms you so desperately crave.

“I...I…” Sunset tries to whisper your name through another blast of pleasure. “S-So close— yes, yes, yes…” Her voice never rises above a loud whisper, yet somewhere in the back of your head, you find a kind of satisfaction at that. Sure you love it when you cry each other’s names into the night like some saucy late-night pay-per-view show, but that’s for the cabin at the lake.

This… this is for no one else to hear but the two of you.

You tilt your head just a bit and whisper into her ear. “I love you, Sunset.”

Your hips shift one more time and your grip tightens around Sunset’s back as you push as deep as you can go. Sunset lets out a muffled cry of joy and a moment later a massive orgasm rushes over her like a tidal wave. She moans and gasps into your shoulder, her nails digging into your back as her whole body quivers in sheer ecstasy. Her pussy clamps down around you like a vice and a wave of her cum flows around your cock.

What little control you had left shatters in an instant.

“Sunny, I’m—” Your whole body tenses, and for one split second the world seems to slow around you. A heartbeat from the edge you look Sunset in the eye and she nods her head.

"Let it go, baby. Take me.”

A searing, all consuming fire races through your body as the first wave of your cum floods into Sunset’s dripping core. Tighter and tighter you hold her, desperately moaning her name as you quiver in each other's embrace.

“Yes! Yes, d-don’t stop,” she whispers as more and more of your cum pours into her. “Keep going.”

A low growl escapes your mouth as you push into her again, setting off another wave of ecstasy in both of you. You feel another burst of heat wash over Sunset as she races into another orgasm, and for a moment you feel as if you’re holding the sun itself in your grasp. You stay buried inside of her as her walls flex and convulse around you, eagerly drawing in every drop your body has left. And you give it all and more, your entire body racing to pour out everything you have, everything you are into the woman you love.

Finally your orgasms fade, and so too does the strength in your upper body. With a final kiss you roll off of Sunset and flop next to her on the bed. You’re both a sweaty, matted, cum-stained mess, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

You both lay there for some time, simply enjoying each other’s touch and trying to regain a bit of control over your limbs. Biological needs finally force you up and into the bathroom, and after taking care of necessities, you join her in the huge rainforest shower. You gingerly, almost reverently clean Sunset, lathering her from head to toe with every soap, oil, and shampoo you have available. Sunset returns the favor, though not before pulling you directly beneath the showerhead and into a heated makeout that was made all the more divine by the hot water cascading all around you.

Finally clean and refreshed, you put on a pair of your usual sleep shorts, strip the now well-used comforter off the bed and crawl beneath the remaining sheets. Sunset joins you a few minutes later, dressed in a simple babydoll in a bold emerald green that makes your heart flutter every time you see it.

She slides beneath the sheets and scoots closer immediately. You raise your left arm to give her room to rest her head on your shoulder, while her hand lays atop your bare chest.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“No,” Sunset replies, stifling a yawn in the process. She props herself up a bit and looks at you. “We’re amazing.”

“Hmm…” you smile and kiss her gently while your free hand reaches for hers. “Yes we are.”

You close your eyes and surrender to a night’s rest, your heart still singing softly in your chest, and your mind already imagining what awaits you both. Not just the next day...

But a lifetime of tomorrows.