Sex, Love & Lingerie (Secrets and Lies Book 3)

by Nelle L’Amour

  Jaime dusted my chin with the tip of my braid, hurling me out of my mental ramblings. “I’m going to show them how to build a sandcastle. Want to help?”

  I stretched out my long legs and leaned back on my elbows. “Pass. I’m just going to watch.”

  I kept my eyes on him as he scooted over to the blissful twins and got right into sandcastle-making. His tousled sun-flecked hair glistened in the sun’s rays and his sculpted biceps flexed each time he scooped a shovelful of sand onto the ever-growing castle. The babies were giggling, tossing sand at it. Their laughter was contagious. Jaime was laughing too. It melted my heart to see how much he loved our children. And to see how much they loved him. I simply couldn’t ask for a better husband or father.

  In no time, Mr. Creativity built an elaborate castle with tunnels and turrets. I got off my lazy ass and kneeled down next to my trio of builders, giving big smoochies to my little darlings.

  “Oh my goodness!” I gushed. “What a beautiful castle you made with Daddy! High five!”

  Big smiles spread on Paulette and Payton’s adorable faces. My precocious children had just learned how to do that. I held up my left hand and high-fived their deft little hands. My toi et moi ring glimmered in the sun.

  A wave of melancholy washed over me. My magnificent intertwining heart-shaped diamonds had survived the passage of time. But sadly, the sandcastle wouldn’t likely last past midnight. It would be swept away by the ocean, blown away by the wind, or stamped on by some vagrant passerby. People could be so mean.

  But this moment would never leave me. Regretful I hadn’t brought my iPhone along with me, I snapped a photo with my eyes, storing it in my mind. And when Jaime told me he loved me and smacked a fierce kiss on my lips while our babies looked on, I knew this was forever. Forever was now. Unlike the sandcastle, our love would last beyond a lifetime.

  Jaime

  Between our crazy work schedules, the babies, and the completion of our Malibu house, it had been a while since Mr. Creativity had done something truly outrageous with Gloria. In fact, the last time had been in Paris when I fucked her on the Grande Roue. It was fucking amazing. I’d set her off just as the Eiffel Tower burst into a fireworks display of sparkling lights.

  Tonight for our anniversary, I had something equally spectacular planned. All day she’d been bugging me about what I had in mind, but I was good at keeping secrets. It was all part of my plan.

  “You promised never to keep a secret from me,” she purred over our romantic candlelit dinner at my newest hotel—the recently opened oceanfront Walden West in Santa Monica. Their seafood restaurant, Fins, was one of our favorites, and we were given a table with a picturesque view of both the Pacific and the lit up pier.

  “Angel, you’ll find out soon.” I fed her another oyster and watched as she sensuously savored it. Oysters, like strawberries, were a natural aphrodisiac. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to female reproductive organs, the raw mollusks contained amino acids that increased libido. I was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for our next activity.

  “Fine.” Squirming, she screwed up her face. I knew she was all hot and bothered.

  She licked her upper lip and reciprocated, dangling the oyster above my mouth. The tease! I clamped my lips around it, and as I sucked on the tender meat, my eyes stayed riveted on her. She looked positively stunning. Her shimmering mane of hair was loose the way I preferred it, and she was wearing a chic little black dress, accessorized only by the dangling diamond heart earrings I’d given her on Valentine’s Day and a matching pendant necklace I’d surprised her with on Mother’s Day. It hit her just above her breathtaking cleavage. The sparkling, flawless heart-shaped diamond that dangled from the platinum chain weighed a little over nine carats—signifying the combined weight of newborn Paulette and Payton. It cost a fucking fortune, but was worth every penny. I loved spending money on Gloria. And our children.

  We ordered dessert. A flourless, rich chocolate pastry that would arouse her further. After leaving our server a generous tip, I escorted her to the entrance of the hotel.

  “Why aren’t you asking the valet to bring your car?” she asked as we stepped outside.

  “Because we’re going for a walk, my angel.” On my next breath, I reached inside my breast pocket and pulled out a lace mask. Before she could say another word, I slipped it over her eyes.

  “What are you doing, you crazy man?”

  I snickered silently. Too bad, she couldn’t see the smirk on my face. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m blindfolding you. Now, don’t take it off or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

  “Fine.” She pivoted on her stilettos and scrunched up her nose. She was so fucking adorable when she did that. I was loving every minute.

  Taking her by the arm, I led her away.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, walking stealthily in her stilettos and clinging to me.

  “For a ride.”

  “You’re not taking me to the Santa Monica Pier, are you?”

  “No, something way more fun.” But when I thought about it, getting a blowjob on the amusement park’s wicked rollercoaster could be pretty mind-blowing. Mental note: next year.

  Crashing waves sounded in my ears as we headed toward the beach. To my surprise, Gloria was cooperating with the mask. She secretly liked all the kinky things I did to her. If she didn’t behave, I was prepared. A pair of handcuffs was sitting in another pocket.

  “Take off your shoes,” I ordered as we were about to step onto the sand.

  She reluctantly kicked them off. “We’re going for a walk on the beach?”

  “A very short one.” I bent down to pick up her gazillion dollar stilettos and then I removed her mask.

  Gloria gazed at the white-crested ocean before looking up at the starry sky. A loud gasp escaped her throat.

  Hovering above us was the Goodyear blimp, with its panel of multi-color LED lights. I’d had the blimp operators customize my message to Gloria: Happy anniversary, my angel. To toi et moi forever. The last word was followed by two entwined hearts that resembled our recent tattoos. The lit up words scrolled across the side of the blimp.

  Gloria was still speechless. Finally, she managed to find her voice.

  “Oh my God, Jaime! This blimp is going to fly all around LA?”

  I nuzzled the back of her neck. “No, baby. We’re going to fly all around LA.”

  She spun around and glared at me. “What?”

  “Yup.” I grinned wickedly. Very few people in the world were allowed to take a ride on the famous blimp. Usually just corporate guests and members of the press. My ad agency had recently done a very successful Goodyear tire campaign that had aired during the Super Bowl to worldwide accolades, and this was my reward.

  Gloria still harbored a fear of flying, but that was going to make our journey all the more fun. Holding her in my arms, I watched as the huge aircraft slowly descended onto the wide sandy beach. Like a giant whale floating in the sky. I’d read it was close to two hundred feet long (twice the length of a blue whale), fifty feet wide, sixty feet tall and weighed close to thirteen thousand pounds.

  The steady drone of the engine kept getting louder as the gentle monster got closer. Finally, it touched down. Close up, it looked astonishingly bigger. Several ground crew members, who’d been sent to meet it, sprung into action, one group grabbing the mooring lines on the blimp’s nose, and the other holding down the gondola by handrails. As they held the monstrosity steady, a boarding ladder was hung on the side of the passenger gondola, just below the cabin door. The fun was about to begin.

  I grasped Gloria’s hand. “Come on, angel, it’s time to board.”

  “Are you out of your mind?”

  “Get over it, angel,” I said with a laugh as I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the humongous aircraft. I told her the tour operator had promised a smooth, quiet, slow ride that offered an unmatched view of the Los Angeles landscape. A memorable experience that couldn’t be surpassed
.

  I’d chortled silently when he’d told me that. I was going to give Gloria a ride okay. An unforgettable experience. Except it wasn’t going to be the smooth or quiet one the tour operator promised. There was going to be some bumps. And some shrieks. But for sure, an unmatched, spectacular view.

  Five minutes later, we were seated side by side in the last row of the dimly lit, six-person cabin. The pilot was seated in the first row before a hi-tech display of flight controls. Because of the deafening drone of the engine, Gloria and I had been given headsets so we could communicate.

  Gloria looked frightened. “There aren’t any seatbelts.”

  I smirked at her. “Don’t worry. You can hold on to me shortly.”

  “Where exactly are we going again?” she asked nervously as the ground crew launched the helium-propelled aircraft. With a bounce, it glided into the air.

  “Oh my God,” screamed Gloria as it lifted off and continued its ascent. Gloria was fucking turning me on. My cock was ascending too.

  Her hands clenched. “What if it crashes into a building and explodes?”

  “Don’t worry, baby. It won’t. Relax, you’re going to love it.” Oh was she. Ten minutes later, we were at our maximum altitude of fifteen hundred feet and cruising at about thirty miles an hour. Gloria calmed down.

  “Wow! The view is spectacular,” she said in awe.

  Indeed it was. Below us was the lit up Santa Monica Pier, and in the distance, we could see the moonlit Malibu mountains.

  “Where exactly are we going again?”

  It was time to tell her the truth. “The blimp is taking us on a cruise around LA. But I’m taking you on a trip to heaven, my angel.”

  She turned to face me. “Mon amour, I’ve been there already.”

  Gloria was still convinced she’d been to heaven. And the truth, I was beginning to believe her because the things she told me about my father could only be known by meeting him. For example, that his pinky was as long as his fourth finger.

  “Come here, you.” I signaled with a wag of my forefinger.

  As she rose, I zipped down my fly and out sprung my enormous cock. It was fully erect.

  “I want you to ride my blimp.” Actually, it was more like a torpedo, but I liked the play on words.

  Her smoldering eyes gazed down at it. “So, tell me again, where are you taking me?”

  I changed my destination.

  “Angel, to the moon and back.”

  A sexy smile curled on her scarlet lips. “Now, that’s one place I’ve never been.”

  Wasting no time, I shoved up her little black dress, and with my teeth ripped off her garters. I slid her sheer black stockings, the garter, and the matching thong down her long legs. Sliding off her stilettos, she stepped out of them. On my next heated breath, she was straddling me, my giant cock impaled inside her.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”

  Gripping my shoulders as I held on to her haunches, she began to buck me. Bounce up and down my rock-hard cock, taking me each time to the hilt. I hissed. Fuck she felt good! Even after having the babies, she was so tight. So right for me. Through the headset, I could hear her harsh breathing. It was matched by an expression of tortured ecstasy on her face. Her dangling diamond heart earrings flittered as if they were having off the charts sex of their own.

  “Fuck, angel. Is it as good for you as it is for me?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly, picking up her pace. Even chewing down on her lips, she couldn’t suppress the moans in her throat. Her big tits rubbed against me. And I knew I was hitting her G-spot again and again. Her hot walls were pulsing around my fiery cock, the both of us getting closer to our final destination. We were orbiting in space on the verge of out of this world orgasms. I wanted us to come together. Be one with each other. Freeing one hand, I began fingering her clit. Jesus. She was so fucking wet. So fucking hot. My fingertips were burning.

  Her moans morphed into whimpers. And as I circled harder and met her wild bucks more forcefully, her whimpers became shrieks. I was sweating like a fucking pig.

  “Tell me when you’re going to come,” I rasped.

  I already felt her coming apart.

  “Now, baby. Now!”

  One more powerful thrust, and I roared out her name. And at that same moment, that unforgettable moment, she shuddered all around my juddering cock as it blasted jets of hot cum deep inside her. She continued to ride me until I was spent and then collapsed upon me. Her head rested on my pounding heart.

  I kissed her damp scalp and then breathed against her slender neck.

  “Oh, my angel, I so fucking love you,” I whispered.

  “The same, baby, the same,” she whispered back.

  And then I fisted a clump of her lustrous hair and yanked her head back. With half-mast eyes, I gazed at her impassioned face. Her eyes still glistening with lust, her lips parted, waiting for mine. Gripping the glittering heart-shaped diamond pendant with my other hand, I crashed my mouth against hers. It began as a deep, wet open mouth kiss that grew to epic proportions as I sucked and gnawed on her sensuous lips. As a new set of moans gathered in the base of her throat, my tongue darted inside. Our song,“Toi et Moi,” began to play through the headsets, and our tongues entwined in a slow, passionate dance, swirling and twirling to the meaningful lyrics. You and me. Two hearts that melt and flow into infinity.

  I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. When we finally broke away, we were cruising over the iconic Hollywood sign and could see the lit up Griffith Park Observatory as well as all of sparkling downtown. As beautiful as the view was, nothing was a beautiful as the view of my beloved.

  “Happy anniversary, angel,” I said softly.

  She smiled. “Happy anniversary, mon amour.”

  As the blimp turned around and made its way back, I just held her in my arms and let her rest her head against my chest. I pressed my lips on her silky hair. Bliss. Pure bliss. Euripides once said: “He is not a lover who does not love forever.” I held her tighter. Oh, my angel. Our first anniversary but far from our last. I looked forward to growing old and looking at her face every night when I went to sleep and every morning when I awoke. And to watching our children grow up. In my heart, I knew we were going to be one of those old couples you see still holding hands and laughing after fifty years of marriage. And kissing like young lovers. I was going to be Gloria’s forever.

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