“I don’t need help, but I don’t want to be apart from you.”
We returned to the reception to say our goodbyes to our guests and family. I couldn’t control my excitement, looking forward to uninterrupted hours with my husband. The excitement and anticipation of what he planned was making the hair on the back of neck stand up and I noticed that even my nipples were hard. Thank goodness for built in padding in my dress!
Grayson led me down a path to the beach through a mass of fireworks. Funny, to my surprise there was a power boat waiting at the dock for our departure. An unusual departure, I thought, but I trembled with excitement, curious as to where this boat would possibly take us. What did he have up his sleeve for us?
Our bags were already waiting for us in the boat along with some other boxes and bags. Now, my curiosity was about to get the best of me. He stepped over in the boat first and then lifted me over into the boat with him, a difficult feat in a wedding gown and veil. We waved goodbye as we pulled out from the dock.
Chapter 12
My heart was racing along, full of anticipation of the night to come. “Where are we going, sweetheart?” I asked while trying to hold on to my veil in the wind.
“Patience, just a few minutes and we’ll be there,” he grinned at me, as he reached and stroked my cheek. “I can’t believe I finally have you all to myself for three nights. Do you have any idea how much I have anticipated this? I can’t wait to make you feel good!”
“Three nights! Well, I’m glad I packed extra clothes. I thought you said one night?” The thought gave me goose bumps. We hadn’t had that much private time since we’d been together.
“This is exciting and torture at the same time. Just tell me where we’re going,” I added, stomping my foot for extra impact, but he just laughed out loud. About that time, we passed a boat with a couple of men in it going the opposite direction. They waved and Grayson waived his hand in some sort of signal back.
“Did you know them?”
“Maybe. Hey we’re here. See, I told you we’d be here in just a few minutes.” He slowed the boat, pulling up close to a beach. It only took us about twenty minutes to get there, but I had no idea where we were.
I could see a fire pit on the beach, some tiki torches lighting the area, and what looked like a cottage back off the beach. There were candles along a path from the beach to the cottage by a small dock. To the side, I saw a hammock between the palm trees. He navigated the boat to a stop at the beach and tied up to a post out in the water, but one of us would have to wade in the water to retrieve the portable dock. Where were we? He removed his shoes and his tux pants, so that he is standing in a tux jacket and boxers... A true sight! Where the heck was my camera when I needed it? With better lighting, I could have used my phone to take a picture for the scrapbook.
He secured the dock and the boat, standing in water up to his knees. He came back and retrieved the boxes and bags from the boat, then took them to the cottage before asking me for his shoes and clothes. Once he had everything out of the boat, he came back for me, helping me out of the boat and keeping my dress and veil out of the water.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier for me to take my dress off at the hotel, or at least in the boat?” I asked as he carried me up to the porch on the cottage.
“No, not in the slightest. When I saw the back of your gown and this corset, I fantasized the rest of the evening about undoing this dress to find out what lingerie was underneath... Maybe a little surprise? It made my fingers tingle just thinking about it. I wasn’t about to change plans after that!”
“I can help...” I began, but he shushed me with his fingertips. My adoring husband carried me over the threshold.
Once inside, he explained that this was our honeymoon cottage for a few days. It was a private island, no one here but us. The thought of being completely alone was exhilarating for about 2.2 seconds. Then, fear took over and I began to panic with a million questions running through my mind.
“Who lit all these candles and torches? What if something happens and we need someone or some medical help or supplies?”
“The guys we passed in the boat came out and double checked everything. While they were here, the lit the candles and started the fire pit. The hotel wanted us to have a beautiful arrival. Relax, we’ve got each other and that’s all we need.”
“I am beyond excited. This is amazing, sweetheart. Have I told you today that you are the most wonderful, sexy, amazing husband any girl could dream of and you’re all mine?” I asked, as I took his left hand and placed it over my heart. “My heart beats only for you. Thank you for giving me your heart! I love you so much!”
“I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you that I have this disease.” His face was so serious that my stomach riveted into knots. Suddenly he cracked a big smile and said, “I have the totally in love with my wife disease, and you’re my only cure. You may have to keep reminding me how much you love me. I think a hundred times a day should do,” he said jokingly, putting his hands on the back of my gown, trying to untie the corseting.
“Why only a hundred? I thought you were more high maintenance than...” he silenced me with his lips. His kiss was passionate and rough at the same time. His hands were patient as they tried to undo my dress, but he needed me to turn around so that he could see what he was doing. When he had my dress unfastened, he helped me step out of the gown, placing it in the closet. I was standing in the bedroom of the center of the cottage wearing only my stilettos, an ivory garter belt, stockings, thong, and veil! A sight, I was sure! He whistled. Funny, I hadn’t recalled hearing him whistle before.
“You’re stunning!” he said, walking away for a moment and returning with his iPhone. He wanted to take a picture of me, and much to my surprise, I wanted him to.
After he finished his photography session, we removed the veil and a handful of hairpins. This whole time Grayson had remained in his tux jacket, shirt, vest, and boxers. While a sight for sore eyes, he had to undress before I started rolling on the floor laughing. We were not even close to romantic in those outfits, the fashion police would have given us life in fashion prison for how we looked. While at the same time, the scene described us perfectly. There was nothing about either of us or our relationship that was close to normalcy.
The boxes and bags that he brought contained food from our reception, champagne, and wedding cake. I found some champagne flutes in the cabinet while he put on some music and poured us a glass. Before I could get a good sip of the champagne, he had me in his arms with his tongue circling my mouth, his breath heavy with want. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. My heart quickened with anticipation. Finally, our moment to be with each other completely. No distractions or restrictions.
The bedroom was just barely large enough for a king size bed and a couple of tables, but truly lovely in the candlelight that had been scattered about the room. As he kissed me, I felt excitement build in my body. Finally, after weeks of sexual tension, we could make love again. He removed my stilettos and started removing each stocking, kissing the length of my leg as he went. By this time, I was down to my thong and pearls. He sat up on the bed and asked if I wanted some time to freshen up and relax. I shook my head no.
“My first thought is to say no, because I feel like I am going to explode from pent up desire, my sweet, sexy husband! But I want us to take our time and enjoy the moment. I did have something special planned, so I’ll disappear for a few minutes if you’re okay to wait on me?”
“Darling, go, do your thing and take your time, before I change my mind and wildly attack you.” He quickly kissed me, then watched as I disappeared.
The bathroom didn’t have a shower, but it had a huge claw-foot tub built for two, out in the middle of the room. It was luxuriously decorated in cream, gold and brown and well stocked by the hotel with every imaginable toiletry that I could possibly need. I slipped into the bubbly bath. Taking a bath by candlelight was so romantic, and it was sw
eet remembering back to the first time I had ever had done that, the night he proposed.
Excitement built in me, thinking about slipping into the lingerie that I bought for our wedding night. I hoped that he found it special. Looking at the outfit hanging on the door, a pale pink silk baby doll, matching boy shorts and short matching wrap, I realized that my choice was very modest for tonight. Now, thinking back to last night and the lingerie party, I sort of wanted one of the sexier outfits that I had saved for later. There was no way to sneak past him, maybe he would bring me my bag? Hmm, that was a thought. While pondering my plan, he entered the bathroom holding a tray of wedding cake, fruit and champagne, and my sexy husband was naked!
“I’m crashing your party, move over, Red!” he said, his eyes twinkling. He had become impatient, no doubt!
“Hmm, sure sweetheart. Before you get in, can you bring my bag in here for me?”
He went to retrieve my bag and returned, holding my bag and my envelope of photographs from the photographer. “Alexandra, some of your things fell out of the bag when I picked it up, including a file with a bunch of photos in it. What the hell are these?” I couldn’t read his face, I couldn’t tell if he had looked at all of them and he wasn’t pleased or if he hadn’t looked and was curious?
“Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any to give you my wedding gift. Sit down and look at the proofs from my bridal, errr alter ego, boudoir photo shoot. These are private photos just for your eyes only.” A bit of doubt invaded my voice. I just couldn’t read him.
Time passed while he studied each one in detail. He kept going through them. As he looked through the photos, studying each of them at length, I saw a large smile bloom on his face. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes twinkled like a man on the sexual prowl, but his smile was that of a schoolboy about to get lucky for the first time.
“Did you see something that you liked in that stack?” I asked innocently. By now, my curiosity was unabashed.
“Something, well that’s an understatement. These are amazing. All of them! And that’s my shirt!” he proclaimed, holding one up to me for approval. “And this one of just your ass and legs in red lace panties and black stilettos is mind-blowing. I love this one of you in your gown with the old doors behind you. I’m truly blown away. But how? And when? And WHO took these?” He was leaning over the tub, rubbing his nose to mine, still smiling.
“We shot them last week. Those are just the proofs. Monica works with this photographer and she went with me. In fact, she styled me for all of the shots. At first, I was very nervous. It took a little while for me to relax and trust the photographer. The bridal gown part was nerve-stinging enough, before I tried to pose half dressed. But after a little while, it got easier. He had on fun music and told me to pretend I was dancing and posing just for you. I closed my eyes, dropped your shirt for that one of my backside and red underwear. I never looked at the screen afterwards, so the first time I saw it was when Monica brought them to me just before we came here. The whole time I was full of anticipation of how you would react.” His face was so close to mine. I looked up at his eyes and could feel his breath on me. He was no longer smiling, his gaze fierce and erotic.
Touching my lips with his finger, he said, “They’re beautiful. I will cherish them forever, but I do have one question.” He paused, clearing his throat as he held one up. “Where are these black heels and red lace panties?” he asked with the corner of one lip turned up into a cocky grin.
“They’re in that bag you just brought in!”
“At some point, please feel free to let your alter ego tigress out to play in that!” His voice was deep and playful in a dark way, as he ran his finger down my nose.
“Why don’t you join me and we can talk about it!” I pulled my legs up so that he could climb in with me after handing me the champagne.
“Here’s to a lifetime of treats and tantalizations, Mrs. Brooks, and thank you for my wedding gift. Once again, you’ve given something of yourself, only to me. I love them and I love you!” Our glasses chimed as they came together.
My gorgeous husband got out of the bath first, giving me the opportunity to admire his fine physique and nice tan that he had managed to get in just a couple of days. Give me some of that, I thought to myself. Ah, what did I ever do to deserve such a delectable man?
The bath was both refreshing and relaxing. I decided to keep the pink ensemble for tonight and turn the heat up tomorrow with the red ensemble. Tonight I would use his tux shirt from the wedding... Perfect!
I left the candles burning in the bathroom and opened the door to find him looking at the photos again while propped up in bed. He was studying them and his lips formed a smile as he admired them. He gathered the photos and put them beside the bed when he noticed me standing in the doorway. He held out his hand to me. “Come over here to me, angel. I want to see every inch of you. You’re exquisite and you’re mine, all mine!” he said while getting out of bed. He took my hand and twirled me to the music. “You’re stunning!” He held me in his arms so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe, and his lips possessed mine with hunger and power.
Desire erupted in full explosion. With my legs backed up to the bed, he untied my wrap, allowing it to fall on the floor, never breaking contact with his lips on mine. Before I knew it, the pretty pink ensemble was puddled at my feet and I found myself panting with anticipation of what was to come. My heart raced. My breaths came in a quick pant. With one quick motion, I was lying on the bed and his body was covering mine. As we kissed, touched, and tantalized each other, I could feel his throbbing erection between us. My hips arched to him trying to close any distance between us, but he still had on silk pajama pants. I separated us slightly and reached between our hips untying his pants. He smiled at me and rolled sideways, kicking his pants off.
Finally! After weeks of horrible waiting, we were skin to skin. He took no time in kissing his way to my warm folds, prepping me with his mouth and fingers that were circling inside my heat until I reached my climax, with ripples shuddering through my body. I was more than ready for him and needed to be completely his. He laced our fingers together and entered me. It felt like our first time all over again, my channel tight and hot. Pacing his entrance, he took his time moving in and out of me, allowing my body to relax and accept his full length. He was so thick and hard, I thought I would combust before he could completely penetrate me. That’s what a month off from sex will do.
Propped on his arms on each side of my face, he watched my face intently for expression, while I saw his lip bead with sweat. I felt his member tweak inside me and my body responded, convulsing with waves of ecstasy. I felt my breath escaping me very sporadically. I had waited so long for us to be like this, skin to skin, fingertip to fingertip, completely one. It was beautiful and a couple of precious tears slipped from the corner of my eyes.
Silently, he just studied me, watching intently as my body continued to respond to him. He slowed his pace, kissing my lips, letting his tongue travel and taste my neck. He licked the tears away from the side of my face as his eyes remained drawn to mine. I explored his body, my nails digging in to his back and the great curves of his backside. I sucked his tongue as it entered my mouth again and again, tasting him with remnants of champagne. Teasing me with his tongue playfully, he responded with quicker thrusts.
As he slowed the pace, slight moans escaped him in between heavy breaths. His body now following the rhythm of the music playing. I wrapped my long legs around his hips while locking my ankles. I wanted to hold him tight inside me forever. I sensed the pulsing and tightening of his erection. He was close to climax, we both burned with passion. He moved his head down to suck and tease my taut nipples, revolving his tongue around the hardened beads. His teasing of my breast was enough to cause another release to pass through my body as I squeezed and pulsed around his entire length. It was then that he filled me with a glorious climax of his own. We panted for breaths quietly, focused on the sensations f
lowing through our bodies, just like the first time we had ever touched.
Chapter 13
Up all night making love, I never felt closer to him. Time was never more beautiful to me. Being caressed and loved by him was my sanctuary. We reminisced, talking about the weekend and chatting about our dreams for the future. The sun was beginning to come up and it was a glorious sunrise.
I spied his white shirt from the wedding on the floor and decided to hang it in the bathroom so that I could give him his treat later, fulfilling his wishes. As I moved about picking up the champagne glasses and cake, he explored the options in the fridge for a gourmet breakfast, but we were remote, so gourmet was overrated. He made a plate of fruit and asked, “Care to join me in the hammock for breakfast?”
“Yep, just as soon as I make us coffee.”
I heard him open the screen door behind me and call back, “Swimsuits optional!” with a chuckle. He knew better, I would never brave the outdoors naked, private beach or not. I bolted out the door with our coffee, thinking surely he wouldn’t be hammock-ing in the buff. Thank goodness he sported swim trunks, but he saw my face and let out a round of laughter.
“You thought I was naked, didn’t you?” he said, still laughing.
“Busted, but I wouldn’t put it past you!” I replied, giving him a wink.
We swayed to the peaceful sound of the waves on the beach and the cool breeze, sharing fruit and coffee. He lifted me on top of him, and our kisses became so passionate that I wanted him, right there in the hammock. I wasn’t waiting. Rising up, I took serious inventory of how private we really were. We were on an island; there was no one around but us. I couldn’t see any other land. Before I lost my courage, I took off my bikini top and untied my bikini bottoms. Yep, I was naked on top of my husband, outside in a hammock, and I intended on screwing his brains out before I lost my courage.
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