‘Nothing. I was just saying goodbye to Lexi. I’m ready to go.’ I took a step toward him and felt her grab my arm.
‘Don’t go, I need you,’ she whispered. I shrugged her off and narrowed my eyes at her.
‘No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have just been so hateful, and to do it today as well. You’ve no idea how much you’ve just hurt me, Lexi.’ I quickly stepped toward Gabe who was frowning as he watched us, and I grabbed his hand. ‘Please, can we go. Now.’
‘Sure baby.’
‘Mia,’ called Lexi from behind me. I was sure I could hear her crying, but I was too angry to look back.
‘Goodnight, Lexi.’ I stepped into the lift and tugged Gabe in behind me and pressed for the ground floor.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ he demanded.
‘Nothing,’ I smiled as I wiped my face. ‘We just had a disagreement that I don’t want to think about right now. I just want my husband to put his arms around me and kiss me properly. The sooner we can say goodnight to everyone, the sooner we can go. I want you, so badly.’
‘I want you too,’ he sighed as he pulled me to him and smiled down at me. ‘I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, Mia. I want to make love to you for hours tonight and lose myself in you.’
‘I want that too,’ I whispered as I put my arms around his neck and lost myself in his kiss. Thoughts of Lexi and her bizarre behaviour were pushed to the back of my mind and padlocked up for now, no way was she ruining tonight for me. We headed back to the lake house and started saying our goodnights to everyone.
‘I’m seeing you tomorrow, Mum,’ I moaned as she sobbed on my shoulder.
‘I know, but … it’s like you’re not my little girl anymore.’
‘Come on Jacqui, leave her be. Gabe’s got her now,’ coaxed Gerry as he separated us and gave me a hug and a kiss.
‘Bye everyone, see you for lunch tomorrow. If you need more drinks just ring the hotel, they’re under strict instructions to keep supplying bottles until you’re done,’ called Gabe over his shoulder as he pulled me outside onto the balcony and down the small jetty.
‘Gabe, where are we going?’ I giggled as he stepped into a small outboard boat with a man at the helm.
‘Wonderland,’ he laughed as he held out a hand to help me in. He sat me down at the front, under the shelter of a see through canopy over the bow of the boat and picked up a blanket and wrapped me tightly in it. ‘Are you ok?’ he whispered as he kissed my ear and put his arm around me.
‘I am, I’ve had an amazing day, thank you, Mr. Austin.’
‘You’re welcome, Mrs. Austin,’ he grinned and kissed my temple as the boat started to move. I waved as everyone in the lake house gathered on the balcony to watch us leave, then I screamed as a load of fireworks exploded and lit up the sky.
‘Gabe,’ I laughed. ‘You’re crazy.’
‘Crazy in love,’ he laughed as he kissed me again and we watched them as we powered across the water. It felt so surreal, me in my dress, him all suited up, sitting in a small boat in the middle of this magnificent moonlit scenery watching all these colours exploding. I giggled and clapped every time one lit up the sky and Gabe laughed as he kept looking over at my face. ‘It’s good to see you so happy.’
‘You too,’ I smiled.
‘Best day of my life.’
‘Mine too, let’s hope I can make it best night of your life too,’ I winked.
‘O, I’m sure you will,’ he chuckled. ‘Look.’ He pointed behind me and I twisted my head out let out a happy sigh. We were approaching an island and next to a jetty was the most perfect little white painted boathouse, all light up with Christmas lights.
‘This is where we’re staying?’
‘Yes, is that ok?’
‘Perfect,’ I grinned.
‘I’ll carry your bags for you,’ came a deep voice. I looked around, I hadn’t even taken any notice of the guy who’d ferried us over. I was too enthralled with the fireworks. I was taken aback, he was not what I had expected at all. I thought I’d see an old man in a sou’wester with a thick beard and a pipe. Not this guy. He was very tall and exceptionally good looking with dark hair, dressed in jeans and a cable sweater. He looked like he didn’t belong in this setting and he had such sad eyes as he looked at us both with stupid smiles all over our faces.
‘Thanks,’ replied Gabe. He climbed out and held his hand out to me.
‘Careful, the snow’s slippery on the jetty,’ our sailor warned. I grabbed Gabe’s hand and stood up, letting the blanket fall and the minute I stood next to him he swooped me up into his arms and I giggled as he carried me to the door of the boathouse. ‘I’ll pick you up at twelve-thirty tomorrow. Congratulations both.’
‘Thank you very much, see you then.’ Gabe nodded at him, then flicked his head to the door handle, indicating for me to grab it. I opened it and Gabe stepped inside and pushed it too with his foot. I gasped as I took in the interior. It was like something out of a Scandinavian Christmas home brochure. Everything was painted white, there was a small log burner chucking out loads of heat, a comfy looking weathered leather sofa, a tiny kitchen and bistro table and chairs and a ladder to climb up to a small mezzanine in the eaves where it looked as if the bed lived. There were fairy lights on and candles everywhere and more white roses, a small Christmas tree in the corner with presents underneath and I could smell mulled wine.
‘Gabe, it’s beautiful,’ I sighed.
‘It was this or the honeymoon suite at the hotel,’ he shrugged.
‘Then you chose well,’ I smiled and kissed him before he set me down.
‘We have mulled wine and a hamper for a carpet picnic if you’re hungry.’
‘I am hungry, but at this moment in time not for food, for my husband,’ I winked.
‘Say that again,’ he ordered with a boyish grin.
‘I, Mrs. Mia Austin, would like my husband to ravish me immediately,’ I ordered in a breathless tone.
‘“Mrs. Austin,” God, I love that. O well, anything to keep the old ball and chain happy I suppose,’ Gabe sighed as he shrugged off his black jacket and threw it onto the sofa.
‘Less of the old. I’m only twenty, just like you. Will you?’ I asked as I turned and offered my back to him so he could undo my zip.
‘No,’ he replied as he lay a trail of kisses up the back of my neck as I shivered with pleasure. ‘I want you to be wearing it the first time.’
‘First time?’ I looked at him coyly over my shoulder.
‘O yes baby, knowing that you’re completely mine now has me extra turned on. Plus, the thought that you’re no longer on the pill and I could get you pregnant means he’s not going down anytime soon.’
‘What a birthday present,’ I giggled as I spun around and gently tugged down the zip on his trousers. He started unbuttoning his waistcoat and hissed through his teeth as I slid my hand through the gap in his silk jersey boxers to grasp his hot solid flesh. ‘Hello, big boy,’ I winked as I felt a surge of heat run through my body and my clit swelling in anticipation.
‘O baby, you’ve no idea how big. I’m so hot for you right now.’
‘Take off your waistcoat and cravat and unbutton your shirt but leave it on,’ I ordered as I carefully extracted him from his trousers and gently stroked his length.
‘Bossy,’ he laughed as he did as he was told, his eyes burning as he held my gaze.
‘If you think I’m going to be some compliant little wife who does as she’s told, you married the wrong girl, Austin.’
‘I married the right girl, who never does as she’s told, yet I still love her to pieces,’ he winked. I slowly lifted my dress and sank to my knees and looked up at him as I guided him toward my mouth. He groaned and nested his fingers in my hair, kneading my scalp as I took my first taste of him. Running my tongue up his shaft and licking the moisture gathered on his soft head. A shiver ran down my spine to see the way he was looking down at me, as if he still couldn’t believe it, I could hardly believe
it. What a difference fifteen months in a person’s life could make I thought. I engulfed him and closed my eyes, enjoying the heftiness of him filling my mouth, the smell of his masculine skin, hearing his groans of pleasure. ‘Baby, look at me, let me see you,’ he whispered.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him through my lashes and he let out a strangled moan as his fingers tightened in my hair while I bobbed back and forth on him. He started to tilt his pelvis, thrusting into me harder, touching the back of my throat and I had to breathe through my nose and remind myself how to do this without gagging, it had been a long time since he’d let me do this. I reached around and cupped his perfectly formed buttocks and drew him closer, my nose pressed against his hard bare stomach. My Gabriel Austin was all man, but when I was on my knees like this in front of him, ironically I held all the power and he knew it. Not only did he know it, he relinquished it willingly, giving himself over to me without abandon.
‘Mia, damn it, you need to stop, right now,’ he cried out in a strangled tone as he tried to pull away. That just made me grip his trousers tighter, if I couldn’t let him finish in my mouth, today of all days, then when could I? His face screwed up, his jaw dropped and he looked at me through squinted eyes with a pained expression that turned to one of ecstasy as his whole body tensed. ‘MIA,’ he yelled as he started to judder and I was flooded with his hot sperm, scalding the back of my throat and tongue and happily swallowed him down as I kept my eyes firmly fixed on his face and watched him fall apart above me. ‘Mia,’ he whispered as his body sagged and relaxed. I pulled off him and licked his shaft and shining head clean.
‘You were big,’ I smiled with a lick of my lips as I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. ‘I don’t think you’ve ever come that hard.’
‘Damn it, woman. Why didn’t you stop?’
‘I didn’t want to, but I’m hoping you’ll return the favour.’
‘Too right I will, I want to taste you, now. When we were eating dinner, I wanted to shout at everyone to get out so I could bend you over that table and push your dress up over your backside and lick you until you begged me to put you out of your misery.’
‘Would this table do?’ I replied with a flick of my head.
‘Yes, maybe later, but I want to watch you, I want to see you come, just like you did to me. Lift your dress up and go and sit on that chair and part your legs.’
‘Yes Sir,’ I giggled and took his hand as he pulled me up. He grasped the back of my neck and angled my head as he kissed me possessively, reminding me who I belonged to, before walking me to the small folding white metal chair and positioning me in front of it as he sank to his knees below me. I felt my chest heaving to see him down there, looking up at me, his blue eyes alive with desire and happiness and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy. ‘I love you, Mr. Austin,’ I whispered and watched his face break into a massive grin. I slowly started raising my dress, inch by inch, his hands wrapping around my ankles before following the skirt up. His fingers skimmed the back of my calves, then my knees and up my thighs until he stopped and groaned as my blue garter was revealed. I smiled and continued upwards, until I revealed a set of pure white lace boy shorts, which he immediately grabbed and yanked down. I stepped out of them and sat on the chair as he ran his nose over my knickers and inhaled.
‘Fuck Mia, your scent is … delicious,’ he groaned. I wasn’t even shocked at what he’d done, nothing he did sexually really shocked me anymore, everything he did turned me on. I slid my Jimmy Choo sandals across the floor in opposite directions, opening myself up to him and heard him gasp as he looked at the apex of my thighs then flitted his eyes up to me. ‘What did you do?’
‘I figured I needed a change as it’s our wedding day. Do you like it?’ I asked. I’d had a vajazzle done after my usual bare wax. I’d had a peach put down there in shiny crystals with “Property of Mr. A” written above it. He burst out laughing.
‘You were always my property baby, from the moment I first saw you, but sweet as that peach looks, it’s got nothing on what’s below it.’
‘Fancy a quick taste to make sure?’
‘There’ll be nothing quick about it. I’m going to take my time and get you really wet and juicy so you can accommodate my cock, because by the time I’m done down here, he’s going to be so hard and swollen for you. I love this,’ he smiled as he traced his finger around the jewels. ‘I had a present done for you too.’
‘You got a vajazzle too?’ I giggled. ‘Actually no, it would be a pejazzle. I wonder if they do those?’
‘Even if they do, no one’s touching my cock with sparkly things,’ he laughed. ‘Not even you baby.’
‘So are you all talk and no action? Mouth and no trousers and all that? Your wife is getting desperate and that boat man was pretty hot.’
‘I’m all mouth and plenty of action baby and you keep your eyes to yourself. I’m the only one who makes you this wet,’ he growled.
‘How do you know I’m wet, you’re so busy yacking like a woman you haven’t even tested me out.’
‘Even if I couldn’t smell your arousal baby, I know your faces by now. You’re wet, very wet. You may regret teasing me in a minute.’
‘Why, because you’ll talk me to death?’ I laughed.
‘O game on, Page,’ he uttered and I gasped.
‘Gabriel Austin, it’s only been five hours and you’ve already forgotten that I’m an Austin, even when I’m sitting here with a wedding dress around my waist and your rings on my finger,’ I chastised and he went a bit pink.
‘Sorry baby, habit,’ he winked. He lifted my left hand and kissed my engagement ring, then my wedding ring, then the tip of my finger. He flicked his eyes up to me as he slowly lowered his mouth over it and sucked, mimicking my action on his cock only minutes before. I let out a soft moan as I sat there, totally on display while he knelt between my knees and reduced me to the consistency of blancmange, from sucking on my finger. I squirmed on the chair and he took pity on me, suddenly releasing my finger and palming my thighs as he pushed them even further apart. My breathing became rapid as he licked his way up my inner thigh and ran his nose along my length and let out a low growl.
‘Gabe, please,’ I whispered as I ran my hands down to cover his and squeezed.
‘Better than any peach,’ he sighed as he sealed his mouth over my hot moist flesh and trailed his tongue along my length, making me throw my head back and squeal. I felt the pleasure radiate from that sensitive spot outwards, until no section of my body was left untouched at the ripple effect of his attentions. Long slow lashings of his tongue as he drank me in, thrusts into my sensitive opening which clenched in anticipation, circles and light flutters around my throbbing clit until I exploded in a frenzy of cries as I nearly crushed his fingers in my own and quaked on the chair.
‘Gabe,’ I mewled. He grasped my right ankle, lifted it and kissed around it before hitching it over his shoulder and lowering his mouth onto me again. I automatically gripped his short hair, lifted the other foot up, locking my knees gently behind his neck as I tilted my pelvis upwards and rocked against his face as I cried out in ecstasy. I’d only just come, but I could feel more climaxes building, queuing up impatiently like planes backed up on the approach to a runway. I wasn’t sure if it was the knowledge that I was completely his, as he was mine, or just the fact that we hadn’t had sex in days, but my body was responding to him so readily. I had to grip the base of the chair as my second climax hit and it shook below me. I couldn’t just feel Gabe’s tongue working in and on me, I could hear it, along with the groans of pleasure he was making which nearly drowned out my own.
‘Damn it baby, you’re so turned on right now,’ he sighed as he took my clit between his teeth and lightly tugged as he flicked lazily with his tongue.
‘Yes,’ I squealed. ‘I want you, I need you inside me, please don’t make me wait.’
‘One more and I’m all yours.’
‘This is wife cruelty, Gabe Austin,�
�� I sighed as he carried on teasing me and chuckled into me.
‘Hmmmm,’ he groaned sexily. I glanced down and looked into his eyes, peaking over my stomach as he lapped at me and felt my body curl with the pull of longing in my stomach, right before I came again with tears streaming down my face. I felt myself being lifted, his hands cupping my bottom, my feet dangling as I clutched his shoulders and forced my head off his neck to look at him as he carried me to the sofa.
‘Not the bed?’
‘Not yet,’ he smiled as he lowered himself down and positioned me on his lap facing him. ‘We have the rug by the fire, then the shower and bent over that table, before we even think about the bed.’
‘Hello, Brandon,’ I giggled. We’d not done it that many times a night since our fantasy date in London for Valentine’s.
‘O this isn’t Brandon, this is all me baby, all nine or so inches of husband,’ he smirked as he lowered me slowly onto his erection and took pleasure in watching my face react to the exquisite torture of having his girth stretch me. I gripped his shoulders and circled on him as he held my hips and lifted me up and down on him, controlling the pace. We never lost eye contact for a moment and remaining silent as we listened to the fire crackling in the burner, the sound of branches scratching on the wooden roof and the heavy breathing coming from both of our lungs. My internal nerves burned as he slid in and out of me, my nipples squashed by the tight confines of my jewelled bodice. Gabe released me with his right hand and snuck it up my bare back to grip the base of my neck as I started to work harder on top of him. Within minutes I could feel myself starting to crescendo.
‘Gabe?’ I cried.
‘I’m right here with you baby, come for me, now,’ he ordered and I heeded him. I’d heard that the French called an orgasm “La petite mort” or “little death” and right now, as my body shuddered and my mind drifted, I could believe that was exactly what I was experiencing. Multiple exquisite deaths until I fell against his chest and sobbed on his shoulder as his hands gently soothed me. ‘O baby, it’s ok,’ he whispered as he kissed my neck with a sniff. ‘I’m right there with you.’
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