by Marie Force
“Most people would say that more than a week at a Malibu beach house followed by days and days by a pool in the Hollywood Hills would count as a honeymoon.”
“We’re not most people, and I can do better.”
She lays her head on my shoulder.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“No.”
“I like to surprise you.”
“I know.”
“I won’t take liberties with your schedule after this, unless I have a really, really good reason. Okay?”
She curls her hand around mine. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For all the surprises today, for knowing what I needed to hear just now, and for making sure I get everything I want and need all the time. Having the girls there today… It made an already perfect day so much better than it would’ve been without them.”
“If they honestly couldn’t have come, we would’ve rescheduled it. I hope you know that.”
“It was a miracle to get that many of the people who matter to us in one place at one time. I never would’ve expected you to reschedule it.”
“We wouldn’t have done it without your sisters and closest friends there, Nat. I told my mother that from the beginning, and she totally agreed.”
“I loved the song your mother sang for us.”
“She was very excited about that.”
“It was all perfect.”
“Wait till you see what’s next.”
“I can’t wait.”
We arrive at LAX for the two-and-a-half-hour flight to Cabo San Lucas. I can’t wait to show Natalie the place I bought there a few years ago after numerous visits to the resort town made it one of my favorite places to get away. I carry a single small duffel bag onto the plane and tuck it between our seats. It contains everything we’ll need while we’re there.
I’ve got to be back on Saturday for Oscar rehearsals, but the next six days belong solely and completely to Natalie. My parents and Addie have the number at the house in Cabo in case of an emergency. Otherwise, my cell phone is turned off, and it’ll stay that way until we get back to LA.
My dick gets hard just thinking about the six full days I plan to spend totally naked with my new bride.
After we take off, I can tell she’s waiting for something to happen. Something always happens when we’re on an airplane together. But this time, I decide to let the anticipation build by pretending to nod off in my seat. When she sees that I’m “asleep,” she settles in, too, putting her feet up and pulling a throw blanket over her. I wait until she’s all tucked in before turning on the vibe in her panties, drawing a gasp and then a moan from her.
“Very dirty trick.”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t act like you have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I thought I was sleeping.”
“You’re not sleeping. You’re torturing me.”
I open my eyes and turn toward her, taking in her adorable indignation. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to torture you, I could do much better than that.”
“How?”
The single-word question hits me like a Taser, sending a current traveling through my body that gathers in my groin. “How would I torture you?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“In a perfect world where I could do anything I wanted?”
Though slashes of color have appeared on her cheeks, she nods again.
I describe one of my many fantasies involving her.
She shudders visibly. “And you would like that? Doing that to me?”
“I’d fucking love it.”
“Why?”
“Why would I love it? Because I’d hold your pleasure and your well-being in my hands, because you trust me enough to give me that.” I take her hand and run my fingers over the sensitive skin on her inner wrist. “Because by the time I let us both come, it would be so explosive you’d never forget it—and neither would I.”
“I want to do that. Everything you said… I want it.”
“You are very new to this and I don’t want to scare you.”
“I was scared before I knew how much I love to turn over my pleasure to you.”
I shift in my seat because I’m so hard for her, I ache. “Nat, fuck… You don’t know what you do to me when you say things like that.”
“What do I do? Tell me.”
I drop our joined hands to my lap and flatten her palm against my cock.
Before I have a second to gauge her intentions, she’s out of her seat and on her knees before me. “Could I help you with that, Sir?”
It’s the first time she has initiated play, and it does something to me to see her on her knees in front of me, wearing the pretty dress she changed into before we left my parents’ house and offering to service me. She’s like every wet-dream fantasy I’ve ever had come to life in one perfect woman. How I ever got so lucky to find her is something I will think about every day for the rest of my life.
“Free me from my pants.” My voice is nowhere near as firm or as steady as I’d like it to be. But it doesn’t have to be with her. She has no expectations, no preconceived notions of what a Dom should sound like. I can be anyone I wish to be with her, and it will never be wrong.
Natalie keeps her head down as she goes to work on the fasteners on my pants. Before she can remove them, I withdraw the vibrator controller from my pocket and curl it into my hand. The drag of the zipper over my cock has me fighting for control, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. She reaches around me, grasping my pants and boxers, and gives a tug.
I lift to help her remove them.
She unbuttons my shirt and pushes it aside, hovering over me for a breathless moment. “You are so beautifully put together.”
“As are you.” I curl my finger around a long lock of her hair. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”
“Neither would I.”
“I want you naked.” Natalie dutifully stands and presents her back to me so I can unzip her dress, which falls into a pool around her feet, leaving her bare except for the crystal panties, a garter belt and thigh-high hose. She picks up the dress and drapes it over the other chair before returning to her position between my legs.
She drops her head to my chest and kisses and licks and nibbles a path down the front of me. By the time she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, I’m leaking copiously. She sticks out her tongue and cleans me up, making me gasp from the aching pleasure. I could tell her to take me in her mouth. I could make her suck me and stroke me, but I wait to see what she’ll do on her own.
And she doesn’t disappoint. With her hand moving around the wide base, she opens her mouth and takes me in, sucking and licking as she goes. Before she makes me forget, I turn on the vibe while hoping she doesn’t lose track of what she’s doing and bite me. Thankfully, she doesn’t do that, but she does lose her rhythm for a second and look up at me with an arresting expression in her eyes. She’s gotten good at this in the weeks we’ve spent together, learning how to open her throat to allow me to go deep. She knows just where to lick and how to stroke and when to suck, but I’ve yet to come in her mouth. That’s not something I would just do.
“Nat… Sweetheart…” I tug on her hair, hard enough to get her attention but not hard enough to cause pain. “I’m going to come. Sweetheart…”
Rather than release me the way she normally does, she doubles down, practically swallowing me into the tight spasm of her throat. Fucking hell… I hold off for as long as I can, giving her time to change her mind, but then she presses her fingers to the back of my balls, and I detonate.
She swallows every drop, bringing me down slowly and gently. It is, without any doubt, the most intense blowjob of my life.
My dick pops out of her mouth, and she leans her forehead against my abdomen, both of us breathing hard.
“Was that okay?”
“Nat, Christ, it was the best I’ve ever had.”
Propping her chin
on my belly, she looks up at me. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Come up here.”
Straddling my hips, she crawls up my chest and into my arms. I cuddle her in close to me, needing the contact, the scent, the essence of her. The buzz of the vibe in her panties has my cock stirring back to life.
“Are you going to turn this thing off?” she asks after a quiet moment.
“Not until you come.”
“How do you want me?”
“Sit up and move against me.” I guide her into position, my hands on her hips, her hands flat against my chest. “That’s it, sweetheart, now move however you need to. Take what you need.” I’ve never recovered as quickly as I do with her, especially when she’s writhing on top of me, her entire body flushed with heat, her nipples high and tight, her lips parted and her eyes closed. She’s a fucking goddess, and she’s all mine. “Give into it, love. Let it happen.”
Her entire body goes rigid in the seconds before she comes, biting her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure. I can’t wait to be completely alone with her in Mexico so I can hear those cries over and over again.
She sags into my arms, and I toss a blanket over her back. I hold her for the rest of the flight. I feel myself relaxing in a way I seldom have before. I can’t wait to focus on nothing but my beautiful, sexy wife for the next six days. I plan to give her a honeymoon that neither of us will ever forget.
Flynn’s home in Cabo San Lucas is breathtaking. Situated high on a hill that looks down over crystal-blue water, it’s all terracotta tiles with white paint and colorful pottery. I absolutely love it at first sight. The rooms are big and airy, the furniture designed for comfort and relaxation.
“What do you think?” he asks after showing me around.
“It’s fabulous. I can see why you love it so much.”
He slides his arms around me from behind. “We’re completely alone here.”
“What about security?”
“None, other than the gates that surround the place. Hardly anyone except my family and closest friends even know I have this place. It’s where I go when I truly want to run away from it all.” He tugs on the zipper to my dress as he drops hot, openmouthed kisses on my neck. “Since we’re completely alone and the house is fully stocked with everything we’ll need, it’s probably a good time to tell you this will be an entirely naked honeymoon.”
I’ve been so caught up in what he’s doing to my neck that his words take a second to register. “Wait. What did you say?”
“You heard me. Six full days. No clothes allowed.”
“By no clothes, you mean—”
With the zipper fully open, he runs his finger down my side, over my ribs, stopping at my hip. “No. Clothes. I want to see you and only you the whole time we’re here.”
The thought of it has my entire body zinging with sensation. My heart is beating faster, and my skin suddenly feels tight and constricted. “We can’t loll around in the nude for six full days.”
“You don’t think so?”
“If that’s what you want, why did you pack a bag?”
“I’m glad you asked. Once you remove your dress and everything you’re wearing under it, you can unpack our bag and put everything on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
I stand there for a second, feeling frozen in place.
“Natalie?” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You know how to say no, sweetheart.”
His softly spoken words remind me of the rules of our game and the power I have in a single word that can stop everything. I don’t want to stop this. I want to have this experience with him, to see what he has planned for us, to enjoy every second of the time we have alone together.
Our lives will be busy and complicated once we return to reality. To have this slice of time completely alone where we’re able to explore our every desire is exciting, even if the thought of six full days in the nude is disconcerting. Before him, I didn’t like to be naked in the shower, a thought that makes me smile as I pick up the duffel bag and head for the bedroom.
When he showed me the room, he opened the doors to a deck. A warm breeze billows into the room, making the gauzy white curtains flutter. The ceiling fan is made of bamboo and palm fronds, and the bed is a huge four-poster with white linens. I place the bag on the bed, and after I remove the dress that is barely clinging to my shoulders, I unzip the bag.
He hasn’t brought a single stitch of clothing for either of us, but he has brought a large selection of toys and other items designed for sensual pleasure My husband has clearly put a lot of thought and planning into this honeymoon I didn’t know we’d be taking. Anticipating his arrival and whatever else he has planned, I move quickly to remove my clothes. I hang my dress in the walk-in closet. It’s the only item in the huge closet, which makes me giggle. He’s made sure there are no other clothes to be found in the house.
When I step back into the bedroom, Flynn is standing in the doorway. He’s beautifully, gloriously naked and fully aroused. “What do you think of what I brought?”
“I was afraid we’d be bored with this all-naked-all-the-time business, but I see you thought of that possibility and planned ahead.”
His smile stretches across his face. “I did indeed.”
I eye the items on the bed with a feeling of trepidation that’s countered by overwhelming desire. “So what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we eat and take a swim?”
And he loves to keep me deliciously off balance by revving me up and then making me wait.
“Am I expected to cook in the nude as well?”
“Of course not. There’s a lovely local woman who made us enough food to feed an army. All we have to do is heat and eat.”
“Mmm, locally made Mexican food?”
“Only the best for my wife.” He holds out a hand to me, and I cross the room to him. His arms slide around me, bringing me in tight against his body. “We’re going to have the best time. I promise.”
“I have no doubt.”
Chapter 19
Natalie floats on the surface of the pool, her hair spread out like a mermaid’s, the tips of her magnificent breasts breaking the surface. I love her like this—uninhibited, relaxed and free of the worries she’s carried with her for so long. I’ll never forget the shocked look on her face when I informed her that this would be a totally naked honeymoon. Her shock was quickly replaced by stark curiosity and desire that set me on fire for her.
I slide through the water, moving slowly so I can take her by surprise when I bend over to draw the tip of her nipple into my mouth. Her eyes open, and her hand slides languorously through my hair. Cradling her in my arms, I tease her nipple for long moments, as if I don’t have another care in the world, which I don’t. Then I bite down on it, as hard as I dare, drawing a gasp from her.
“I want you to go inside, choose three items from what I brought, and put them on the bedside table with the bottle of lube and the red ribbon. Put the rest of the toys in the drawer in the table on your side of the bed. Once you’ve made your choices, I want you on your knees in the middle of the bed, facing the door, head down, hands folded. Any questions?”
“Just one.” She looks up at me, her gaze open and trusting. “How long will you make me wait for you?”
“Not long.” I put her down, kiss her and send her along with a pat on her gorgeous bottom. I can’t wait to see what she chooses for our playtime.
Despite the cool, refreshing swim, I’m on fire after receiving his instructions. I dry off from the pool and leave the towel outside to dry. I pad inside, marveling at how he has me walking around naked like it’s the most natural thing in the world to me when only a few weeks ago, it would’ve made me incredibly uncomfortable.
It’s one of many things that has changed since we met. The toys lined up on the bed are a reminder of other things that have changed. I study each item carefully. Knowing I don’t have much time to decide ramps up the
tension and intensifies the throb between my legs that began with Flynn’s attention to my nipple in the pool.
Feeling rushed and off balance—exactly what he intended—I choose the chain with two clamps, the balls on a string and one of the candles, figuring to give myself a break with the last selection. With my choices made, I gather up the other items and put them away before arranging myself on the bed per his instructions.
Even knowing I won’t have to wait long, the anticipation grows and multiplies with every minute that passes. Before long, my legs are quivering, and I feel like I could hyperventilate as I rethink my choices.
Much later, my eyes flutter open to discover the room itself has gone dark. I glance at the clock on the bedside table, and I’m shocked to discover it’s an hour later than it was when I came in here. An hour. My God…
Flynn is snuggled up to me, his front to my back, his arm around me. He kisses my shoulder. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”
“What happened?”
“You came so hard, you passed out.”
“That’s a thing? That can happen?”
“Yeah, baby. It happens.”
“How long was I out?”
“Only a few minutes. I was right here with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.”
“Wow.”
I cover the arm he has around me with my hand. “Did you…”
“Oh yeah. Big-time.”
He cups my breast and squeezes my sore nipple gently between his fingers. “You did so great, Nat. You gave yourself over to me. You gave me your trust and your desire. You gave me everything. It means so much to me to receive those things from you and to know you love me.”
His words of praise and approval go straight to my heart. “I do. I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“No way.”
“You just have to accept it.”
“Never.”
His low chuckle makes me smile.
“Did we really just have sex for an hour?”