by Sandra Ross
After locking the door, Marcus crossed the room at the speed of light and was kissing Lola.
Chapter Five
“I’VE BEEN WAITING for this moment… all… day… long,” Marcus said between kisses.
She giggled between their lips. “I can’t believe we’re doing our first wedded sex in the sky!”
“Well, we’re together,” he said, a little breathless as he raised his head to look at her. “And we love each other, and we have this place to celebrate our love…”
“Husband and wife…” she whispered in wonder. “You know, everytime this happens, I always feel like it’s a first time. The magic never wanes for me. In fact, I feel it getting stronger each time.”
“Same goes here,” he whispered as his lips kissed her jaw, then claimed her luscious lips again as if he had not kissed them before. She moaned as her arms held him tighter. Marcus unzipped Lola’s dress in the back, pulled it over her head, then lifted her to lay her on the bed.
He hovered above her, still kissing her, as she began to unbutton his shirt. They were soon naked, their bodies fused together as if they were one, skin illuminated by the subdued light of the lamp. Marcus’s mouth slid down Lola’s neck as she thread her head, smiling, savoring the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other, of his hot breath and lips tickling their way towards her breasts. She whimpered as his lips covered a nipple to gently suck on it, then the other one, and she held his head over her bosom, silently urging him to take those erect nipples into the heat of his mouth.
“Marcus,” she breathed.
Then she moaned blissfully aloud when he finally obliged her. His hand slipped down Lola’s curvaceous body, down the apex of her thighs as his knees pushed her thighs apart, and parted the petals that concealed the center of her pleasure.
He moaned against her breasts when he found her soaking wet. His fingers slid effortlessly around her stiff little rosebud, and she arched her hips to push against his fingers harder.
Unable to wait, he lowered himself towards her sex, and his tongue eagerly replaced his hand, tasting her in her most intimate of places, inhaling her arousal, his cock twitching at his palpable excitement. Using the tip of his tongue, he teased her to the edge before pulling back and holding her full satisfaction at bay, hoping they would climax together.
Just when he thought that he was totally in control, she used her foot to find his engorged member and performed some very interesting maneuvers. It caught him by surprise and he groaned in pleasure. “You have something else in mind,” he gasped. He took the hint and kissed his way back up Lola’s body until he was lying perfectly on top of her and was kissing her mouth once more.
Suddenly, she surprised him by flipping him over onto his back and sitting on top of him. She laughed a throaty, wicked laugh. That sound always worked to undo him and now he could not wait until he was deep inside of her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his burgeoning member and thrust it just inside the opening to her sex, then she slid herself down onto it until he was embedded completely inside her hot, soaking orifice.
As Lola sat impaled upon Marcus’s steel-like rod, she contracted her muscles around him, exciting him as if she were trying to milk him of his own evidence of pleasure. She loved this moment when he was inside of her and they were simply still, feeling the sensations that came over and over again. Slowly, she started to rock up and down on him while smiling into his eyes.
“I love you, Marcus Swan,” she whispered as she picked up her pace a little.
“And I love you, Lola Ravensworth,” he replied.
“Lola—Ravensworth—Swan,” she corrected him, moving up and down to each syllable in her new name.
“Yes, Lola Ravensworth-Swan,” he repeated as he gritted his teeth at the sensations and emotions her lovemaking was setting on him. “Damn, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“No, I’m going to be something much more exciting for you,” Lola breathed just before her pleasure peaked. She threw her head and arched her back and groaned at her rapturous release.
His own point of ecstasy came immediately following hers. They rode those spasms of pleasure over and over until they were cresting down the other side of the final wave.
It was always this way for them. They consistently found the ultimate in pleasure with each other.
Then they fell asleep wrapped around each other’s naked skin.
Chapter Six
MARCUS AND LOLA WOKE UP a few hours later when a flight attendant called Marcus on his cell phone to let them know that they would be landing in approximately one hour.
They got up and took a shower together, stopping for some quick fun while bathing. It was not something they could control. Once they started to soap each other’s bodies, all bets were off.
However, even with the extra activity thrown in, they were still showered and dressed within half an hour.
They went into the sitting area of the plane where there was coffee and croissants waiting for them.
“Oh my god, Marcus!” Lola exclaimed. “Your attendants serve the best food in the world! How do you manage that?”
“Well, now that you’re my wife,” he replied, as he buttered a croissant, “I can tell you my secret. These aren’t just any ordinary flight attendants. One of them is a world-class chef.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, most definitely,” he replied. “I pay her more to cook for me on my flights than she could make in any restaurant. On top of that, she has free reign to work on new recipes. She’s actually published three recipe books since she’s been working for me.”
“My love, you never cease to amaze me,” Lola said as she simply stared at him.
Marcus laughed that wonderful deep laugh that she so loved. Then they went back to enjoying their coffee and croissants.
Forty minutes later they were on safely on the ground and passing through the private customs of London’s Heathrow airport. A car was waiting to take them to their country cottage on the outskirts of London. This was where they would be starting the first leg of their honeymoon.
They spent three glorious days in the little vine-covered stone cottage before Marcus announced that they would be driving into London that night to call on an old friend.
Lola was fine with that because she had not had the chance to dress up since beginning their honeymoon, and she was also excited to meet some of Marcus’s friends. That evening she took a long hot bubble bath, chose a very elegant dress, put her long blonde hair up, and applied flawless makeup.
When she presented herself to Marcus for approval, his jaw dropped.
“I’m not so sure I want to go out after all,” he said as he put his arms around her. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Later,” she said. “Right now, I’m excited to meet your friend.”
The drive into London was so beautiful, but got a bit dicey once they were in the city proper. Parking was not a problem once they reached his friend’s home. It was a beautiful tri-story home that spoke of money. Lola was quite impressed as she and Marcus walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
The door opened right away and there stood a raven-haired beauty. She was tall, fashionably slim, with dark penetrating eyes. When she set eyes on Marcus, they all but sparkled as she smiled a very seductive smile.
“Marcus,” she fairly shrieked. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, darling!”
With that, the woman threw her arms around him and drew him to her in a very intimate hug.
Marcus managed to extricate himself without insulting the woman, and then turned to Lola.
Chapter Seven
“STELLA, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lola,” he said.
It was if the woman had not even noticed her until then. The light in her eyes went from sparkling to points of glittering ice. Clearly, Stella wasn’t of a mind to like Lola.
“Ah, yes, I heard something about you getting married, but I didn’t reall
y believe it,” she said flatly. “Well, come in. Everyone is waiting.”
“So, who is she exactly?” Lola asked under her breath as they followed Stella into the crowded home.
“I’ll explain it to you later,” he said.
The rest of the evening went well in spite of Stella’s thinly-veiled barbs directed at Marcus’ wife. Everyone was very gracious and polite, and some of them even seemed to genuinely like Lola. She tried to put Stella and her clear dislike of her out of her mind until they were on their way back to the cottage.
Marcus was driving the car and she was thinking of the best way to broach the subject.
“Marcus, most of those people tonight were quite nice,” she finally said. “But I would love to know the story with Stella. Clearly, she hated me on sight.”
“Yes, I should have told you about Stella a long time ago,” Marcus sighed. “She and I went out for a while a few years ago. Her family was determined that she and I would marry. For reasons I didn’t understand then, I simply didn’t want to marry her. Now, I know that she wasn’t meant for me, that I was waiting to meet you.” He reached for her hand and kissed it before holding it tight in his lap. “But at the time, I simply wasn’t in love with her. I finally sat her down and explained to her that I wasn’t at a place yet that I was ready to get married. I ended it and I moved to Mystical Grove.”
“Oh, great! No wonder she hates me.”
His hand reached for hers. “Don’t feel too bad, babe. She would have hated any woman I married. It’s nothing to do with you, really,” he said. Then he gave a short laugh.
“What is it?”
“I was just remembering that she used to give me surprise blow jobs when I was driving. She always wanted to see if she could get me to pull over for her.”
“Oh, I see,” Lola said thoughtfully. “Well, I certainly cannot be outdone.”
“What are you talking about?” Marcus asked. “Lola, I didn’t tell you that so that—oh. Oh, Lola…“
Marcus’s eyes glittered as he watched her lean over to unzip his slacks.
By the time she had pulled him through the opening in his silk boxers, he was fully erect. He also had pulled over the side of the road. But he wasn’t stopping her. Instead, he laid his hand gently on the back of her head and brushed her hair away from her face. This gave her plenty of room to move her tongue all over his swollen head, taking time to dip the tip of her tongue into his little eye before running her tongue all the way up one side and back down the other.
Finally, she wrapped her lips around the head and slowly sucked him all the way into her waiting, wet mouth. While swirling her tongue around his shaft, she sucked at the same time and brought him into the back of her throat before sucking back up again.
“Oh my god… what are you doing to me, woman?” Marcus groaned.
Lola didn’t answer him. Instead, she just continued to move her mouth in a very skillful way until she could feel those little spasms starting. Fastening her mouth around him even more securely, she held him in place as he erupted straight down her throat.
Once he was still again, she licked him clean and neatly tucked him back into his underwear before zipping up his pants.
“What was that all about?” he asked again. He has sweat drops on his forehead, he was flushed, he was breathing hard, and he looked absolutely adorable.
“I told you. I cannot be outdone,” she replied with a smug smile.
“Sweetheart, there has never been any competition where you’re concerned. That’s why I could never be with anyone else.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured before placing her hand on Marcus’s thigh.
THAT NIGHT, they made love twice more before morning dawned.
Marcus made coffee which they enjoyed in bed while they planned their day.
“Actually,” Marcus said, “I still haven’t given you your wedding present.”
She was surprised but felt delighted. “You got me a wedding present? I thought you were my wedding present,” Lola giggled.
“Oh, I am a part of your wedding present, but I have something that I do think you’re going to like. We should go there today—unless there’s something else that you would like to do?”
“No, no, I don’t have a thing planned. Besides, you know how much I love presents!”
“Excellent! Then we’ll leave in a couple of hours!”
And that is what they did.
Chapter Eight
ONCE again, it was Marcus behind the wheel as they rode along miles of country roads. They finally reached a small village that held a few houses, shops, a pub, and an inn. Driving through it, they began an ascent up a narrow paved road that finally leveled out at the top of a hill.
There, sitting on the hill, was a genuine castle.
They pulled up in front of it and Marcus turned off the car. Then he turned to look at her.
“Well, my love, what do you think?” he asked.
“Oh, this is such a lovely surprise! To think that you booked us a stay at a real castle!”
“No, sweetheart, I’m afraid you don’t understand. This castle belongs to you. It’s your wedding gift from me.”
At first, all Lola could do was stare at him open-mouthed.
Then she shrieked and launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. She leaped out of the car and twirled around over and over again.
“Oh, my God! Marcus! This is amazing! I love it! My very own castle!” Then she hugged him once more.
Marcus watched her with sheer delight. He loved how happy she was.
“Oh wait! Here! These belong to you, too.” With that, he handed her a set of keys.
“These are the keys to the castle!” he teased.
Marcus was hard-pressed to keep up with her as she raced up to the huge double doors that led into the castle. She was still struggling with the lock when he reached her.
He was about to offer to help when her cell phone rang.
“Oh here, can you open this for me, please? This is Mother calling and if I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling and calling.”
Lola moved to the side and took her cell phone out of her purse. While she was speaking with her mother, Marcus put the key into the lock and made a motion with his hand. The door unlocked instantly but he wanted to wait until Lola could join him.
“I see, Mother. Well, we will arrange something within a few days. After all, we are on our honeymoon—or have they forgotten?” Lola was saying as she walked back to where Marcus stood. “Yes, I understand. I know. Thank you for calling. I love you, too.”
She was standing there with a look on her face that fell somewhere between annoyed and worried.
Then she looked up, and the smile was instantly back on her face.
“You got the door open,” she noted. “Thank you, darling! You’re a genius.” She kissed him as his arms held her tight.
“Are you going to tell me what that phone call was about?” he inquired.
She sighed. She knew she could not easily distract him from it. “It’s the Council,” she said. “They want to see us. Can you believe it? On our freaking honeymoon!”
Marcus frowned. “The Council? Did Sable tell you what they want?”
“No. Just that they need to meet with us as soon as possible. Oh, I don’t care! I want to see my castle! We’ll figure out the Council later.”
As it turned out, the castle was every bit as amazing and authentic as it looked from the outside. There had been a few updates to make it more comfortable, such as hot and cold running water and solar electricity. Each room contained a fully functional stone fireplace that accounted for ninety percent of the heating, handsome semi-brick walls and varnished wood panels, exotic-looking balustrades and high-beamed ceilings. Lola was so excited that she couldn’t wait to see the entire place. Marcus reminded her that there were many rooms and that it would take a day to properly see them all.
Marcus had also contacted some people to c
ome get the castle ready for inhabitance. They were all waiting patiently in the kitchen to meet the new owner.
For the next several hours, Lola and Marcus had fun exploring Lola’s new castle and getting acquainted with the place, in addition to the staff that Marcus had hired.
When it was time to head up to their very special bedroom, they were both eager to try it out.
It was a room that defied description. It was huge. The custom stone fireplace had a cozy fire blazing away. A long sofa flanked by two matching chairs sat in front of it. There was an enormous canopied, curtained bed on the other side of the room, covered in a deep purple comforter. There were French doors that led onto a balcony overlooking the countryside for miles around. The adjoining master bath suite was, indeed, fit for a king.
All they really cared about was the bed at the moment and they scrambled to it, kissing and undressing at the same time.
Chapter Nine
JUST THEN, Marcus’s cell phone rang.
Initially, they both ignored it, but then Marcus saw that it was from Adair, a Council member.
“It’s a call… from the Council. Isn’t that like… the White House calling?” Marcus asked, panting a little because of their postponed bed calisthenics.
Exasperated, Lola fell on the other side of the bed. “Okay, take it. They should be quick or they’ll hear sounds not fit to hear on a freaking loudspeaker phone!”
Marcus was grinning as he accepted the call, a grin that disappeared right away and did not come back even after he had been disconnected.
“What happened?” Lola asked. She could tell by the way his handsome face looked that it was serious.
“Adair and the other Council members are apparently down in the main sitting room waiting for us,” he said as he stared in the ceiling.
“Here?” Lola cried.
He turned to her. “Yes, my love, here,” he answered.
She was now furious. “What right do these people have to keep interfering in our lives?!” Obviously, they would need to go downstairs or the asshats would transport themselves right up here into their bedroom.