The Honeymoon Period (The Austin Series)

by Fallowfield, C. J.

  ‘I need to go and run the bath,’ he sighed eventually.

  ‘Why? What’s the rush? Let’s just stay here, we’ve nowhere to go.’

  ‘No, nowhere to go, but I have plans, things coming to us.’

  ‘What are you up to?’ I asked.

  ‘Never you mind,’ he said smiling and rubbing his nose up and down mine. ‘God, I’m so happy right now.’

  ‘Me too. Thank you.’

  ‘You don’t have to thank me for every orgasm Mia, trust me it’s not a chore giving them to you. I love making you come even more when I can take the time to enjoy watching or feeling it.’

  ‘Not just the orgasms, everything.’

  ‘I told you, you deserve it.’ He held me tighter for a moment and kissed me before gently sighing and pulling out and padded off naked to the bathroom. I heard him pee, which always made me giggle like a child, it always reminded me of when I’d handcuffed him and had to help him, I then listened for his ritual lengthy hand washing. I heard him start the bath and smelled a wonderful aroma of spices and ginger and stretched out smiling, wondering how I’d managed to get so lucky. It seemed the stress of the last few weeks was finally behind us and he was getting back to normal. I heard a loud knock at the door and sat up pulling the duvet around me and Gabe came out and quickly pulled on his sweats and went to get it.

  I leaned back against the headboard and looked out of the window over the city’s roofs and spires up to the castle. He returned grinning, giving nothing away, went back into the bathroom before returning and holding out his hand to me. He led me in and stood me on the thick bath mat, turned me around and gathered all of my hair in his hands, twisting it up into a knot on top of my head and secured it before advising me to hold his hand as he helped me step into the huge egg shaped tub. I sank into the hot foamy water groaning happily and looked up at him.

  ‘Aren’t you getting in with me?’

  ‘Yes, I’ll be back in a second,’ he smiled. I lay back, with my head on the cushioned rest and closed my eyes and breathed in the scented steam. When I opened them Gabe had carried in a tall ice bucket with a bottle sticking out of the top and two champagne flutes. He picked up the bottle, which I saw was a Bollinger rose and popped the cork and filled our glasses and leaned over and put them on the tiled shelf that ran along the back wall.

  ‘Gabe, I …’

  ‘Mia say nothing, you have your protesting face on. It’s for both of us and if I want to spoil you I bloody well will.’ He flashed me a warning look as he left the room again before returning with a white bowl and popping it on the shelf. ‘Shift forward, I want to sit behind you.’ I shuffled up and felt him slide down and he pulled me back between his legs and put his right arm around me. He reached up and handed me a flute of champagne before grabbing his own and clinked my glass. ‘To us baby, I don’t want to fight about money this weekend.’

  ‘Then we won’t.’ I sipped, feeling the bubbles explode in my mouth. ‘Thank you Gabe, it’s delicious.’ In fact it was my favourite of all the champagnes I’d ever tried. He put his glass down and reached up and grabbed a chocolate dipped strawberry out of the bowl and bit half of it for himself before feeding me the other half and we talked about what was left to get for the apartment as we drank and ate and I snuggled even further down and put my head back on his shoulder. He suddenly covered my eyes.

  ‘Open your mouth.’

  ‘What are you putting in it? I thought we’d finished the strawberries and big as your cock is, I don’t think even you’d stretch around that far.’

  ‘No,’ he laughed. ‘It would be pretty awful to be that big, it’d drag on the ground. Trust me, open your mouth.’

  ‘Ok.’ I made a large O with it, wondering what on earth he could have and felt something quite big and round go in. I hesitated for a second until I felt sweetness on my tongue and it started to melt in my mouth. I recognised the flavour right away. ‘O my God,’ I groaned with a mouth full of melting white chocolate. ‘Sicilian lemon truffles. Do you remember everything I love?’

  ‘I try to baby, it’s a man’s job to make sure his woman’s happy,’ he replied as he uncovered my eyes and popped one in his mouth. I was too happy to even object to his mildly chauvinist comment, I was getting used to his slightly old fashioned attitude and though I’d never tell him, I liked that I was so precious to him. I washed the truffle down with the rest of my champagne and he sat up and filled our glasses again before returning the bottle to the ice bucket and feeding me another truffle. ‘Don’t worry, we’ve plenty in the fridge for the rest of the weekend.’

  ‘You’re living on the edge, Gabe. Eating chocolate and drinking during the day.’

  ‘I can relax and have fun, you know. I just prefer to only do it when I’m on vacation, otherwise I’ll end up “Gabe one pack” instead of “Gabe eight pack.” Plus, I need to keep my fitness levels up, to keep up with your sex drive.’ I laughed and leaned back against him, twisting my head for a kiss and then moved forward and swivelled around in the bath to face him. I picked up the Molton Brown Ginger Lily body wash and soaped up my arms and shoulders as he lay back and watched, drinking from his flute. ‘You know, I’d happily have done that for you?’

  ‘I know, but I wanted to do it myself without you getting all turned on and needing to fuck me, then I was going to wash you to help you relax too.’

  ‘Mia, sitting with you fully clothed turns me on. Washing yourself, instead of letting me do it, doesn’t negate my desire to fuck you baby, and I’m already relaxed.’

  ‘Then just sit back, be turned on and do nothing. I’ll get to you in good time.’ I deliberately teased him by running my hands very slowly across my stomach in the water line and then cupping my breasts and running my thumbs over my peaked nipples. I enjoyed watching him squirm in the water and drain his glass before topping up both up again and turning the empty bottle upside down before putting it back in the ice bucket. I lay back and lifted one foam clad leg out of the water and ran my slick palms up and down it, pointing my toes. When I did the second one, he leaned forward and grabbed my foot and sucked my big toe before kissing all my pads making me sigh. I made him turnaround and I did his back and shoulders and reached around and did his chest and stomach, careful not to touch his hard on before making him turn back around and did his legs and arms. I sucked each of his fingers before pulling his legs together and kneeling up in the water straddling his thighs and washing my stomach. As I moved down between my legs he made a guttural groan, leaned forward, grabbing my buttocks and pulled me forward, lifting his knees so I slid down to his pelvis.

  He grabbed around my shoulders and bent me to him, kissing me with an urgency, as if we’d not just had sex twice already. My stomach was doing somersaults as his tongue probed my mouth, hands running all over my wet bare skin until I could take no more and broke away, grasping his erection and angling it between my legs. I looked at him, eyes half closed and breathing fast, his fingers kneading my hips so hard I had a feeling that I’d bruise. I sank down his shaft quickly, his earlier ejaculation providing enough lubrication to keep it from being painful, just.

  ‘Owwww,’ I moaned.

  ‘Baby, you feel so good.’ He tilted his head back and took a deep breath before looking at me, his bright blue eyes clouded with desire. ‘Are you ok?’

  ‘Yes, just sometimes you feel too big.’

  ‘You need to stop turning me on so much then. O fuck, Mia,’ he groaned as I squeezed around him tightly and started to rise and fall, one hand on his shoulder, the other on the bath. I closed my eyes as I moved, my lips parted inhaling carefully, treading that thin line between pain and pleasure. The water and the back of his thighs slapped my bottom each time I fell, which only seemed to turn him on more and I felt him swell inside me even more and I groaned. I felt his tongue flit over my nipple before his lips enveloped it, his mouth was like a pencil sharpener, creating a razor sharp point from it.

  ‘Gabe,’ I sighed and moved my hand fro
m his shoulder to the back of his neck, stroking his soft skin and anchoring him to my breast at the same time. ‘O God, Gabe.’ His dick was caressing every inch of me inside, all the way up until he hit a dead end, before sliding down and repeating over and over. I moved slowly, any quicker, I was worried he’d bruise me internally. I could feel my heart beating faster and my pulse racing and I squealed as he moved to my other nipple, it was so stiff and tender. He tilted his pelvis making me squeal even louder and I could feel a crescendo building up inside me and started to pant, my fingers gripping his shoulder hard.

  ‘Baby, don’t stop, that feels too good,’ he mumbled from my breast and then bit and sucked hard making me scream and as I quaked on him, my climax jolting me to the bone, my muscles rippling around him in waves. I felt his fingers bore into my hips again as I shuddered and he groaned releasing my breast, planting kisses all over my mouth until my body had recovered. He sat up suddenly, water sloshing over the side of the bath onto the floor and lay me on my back, then he was between my legs, his face raging with a yearning to come inside me, hard.

  ‘Hold tight,’ he growled and I gripped the edges of the bath as he held onto the top, behind my head, then powered into me, shunting me upwards as I gasped. His passion for me still shocked me, the appetite for my body ravenous as he pushed into me again and again. My knuckles were white and my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I was exhausted, yet my body still craved him and I wasn’t succumbing to the desperate need to sleep again until he was satisfied too. ‘Open them baby … O God open … them … I need to see you.’

  I did as I was asked and looked up at him, seeing his beautiful face full of desire for me was too much and I started to quiver around him again, nerves firing all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes as he pushed me to the limits of a lengthy orgasm and finally thrust hard groaning my name. I warmed inside as he filled me, before he hooked his arms and legs around me and turned onto his back and lay there, his chest heaving below me as I lay half submerged and buried my face into his neck, my arms tucked up along his ribs. I felt his lips in my hair and his fingers stroking the back of my neck.

  ‘I’m never going to get tired of doing that with you Mia, ever,’ he whispered in my ear, making goose bumps spread all over my body. ‘Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and warm, this water’s going cold.’ He sat up, taking me with him and carefully lifted me off him, both of us wincing as he pulled out of me and sat me back on his knees. He opened his legs, spreading mine and lathered up with the body wash and carefully cleaned me as he watched me flush.

  ‘Why does this embarrass you?’ he asked, smiling at me.

  ‘Gabe, no one had even seen or touched me there until nine weeks ago and it’s very intimate when I’m still full of you.’

  ‘I love feeling you, knowing you’re so full of my come. I know that you’re really mine then.’

  ‘I’m yours even when I’m not full of you Gabe, though it doesn’t seem like that will be often this weekend.’

  ‘Are you saying it’s too much?’ he asked, a look of concern flashing across his face.

  ‘No, I’d say so if it was, I love having sex with you. You just seem more full of desire for me today.’

  ‘I’m always full of desire for you Mia, in the nine weeks we’ve been together, we’ve had about six weeks where we couldn’t have sex at all, for one reason or another, so I want to take maximum advantage while we can.’

  ‘Well that bodes well, as I love being taken advantage of by you,’ I giggled as I splashed him with water.

  ‘Wanton hussy,’ he replied doing the same to me. I reached up and grabbed another truffle and bit into it and passed him the other half with my fingers and he took it between his teeth. As he sucked on it, I reached out and ran my fingers over his lips.

  ‘I love you.’

  ‘God, say that again,’ he groaned.

  ‘I love you, Gabe Austin.’

  ‘Come here,’ he grabbed my hips and scooted me forward and pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me tenderly. ‘I love hearing you say that baby. Right, we really need to get out, my arse is freezing.’

  ‘Your arse is always smokin’ hot Gabe, just like the rest of you.’

  ‘Ditto baby,’ he grinned as he squeezed my cheeks. We got out and he grabbed two large towels off the heated rail, wrapped me up and secured it around my chest before kissing me and emptying the tub and rubbing himself down. I felt slightly high, a combination of half a bottle of champagne, too many orgasms, happiness and the sight of his damp naked body.

  ‘I can feel your eyes on me Mia, even I need a brief interlude. Get dried and put on the robe,’ he nodded to the two luxurious soft white robes hanging next to the towel rail so I dried myself and pulled one on.

  ‘I thought you said I wouldn’t need one?’

  ‘It’s the only time I’ll let you wear it,’ he smiled. It was too big so I belted it tightly while he secured his towel around his waist. I cleaned my face removing all of my mascara as he moved the empty bottle, ice bucket and bowl of truffles out of the bathroom. I heard him talking to someone on the phone as I cleansed and exfoliated my face and put on a generous layer of moisturiser. My skin was pink and glowing, my eyes bright and I was even convinced the bags under them were starting to fade. I headed into the bedroom, stumbling from tiredness, but made the bed assuming he must have put a do not disturb sign on the door. I found him in the lounge, he’d put on the living flame fire and was stretched out on the chocolate suede sofa and he patted for me to come and sit with him. I lay in front of him and he spooned behind me, propped up on one elbow, his other arm draped over my hip, holding my hand as he kissed my neck. ‘So, in half an hour we’ve something to do. Until then, I just want to lie here with you.’

  ‘Do I need to do anything? Get ready?’

  ‘No, you can stay as you are baby. Just relax. I’ve ordered us dinner from room service and it’ll be here at seven-thirty. Do you want anything now?’

  ‘No, I’m good, thanks.’ I just enjoyed lying with him watching the flickering flame of the fire and the sun starting to set over the view outside and had to force myself to keep my eyes open. We were roused by our moment of calm by a knock on the door and I sat up and looked at him as he winked and went to open it. A young lady and guy came in carrying towels and bottles and Gabe directed them to the bedroom. I looked at him curiously as he left the door propped open.

  ‘I booked a Thai couples massage. I want you completely relaxed and de-stressed.’

  ‘Gabe, that’s wonderful. Will you be ok having one?’

  ‘As long as they avoid pressure on my injury yes, and I can say if it’s too much.’

  We were eventually called into the bedroom where they’d dimmed the lights and had set up two massage tables, some aromatherapy oils and some low noise of the ocean playing on the iPod. We were left alone to strip off and lie face down, and Gabe made me laugh by insisting that he cover my bottom with the towel provided before they came back in. The tables were parallel to each other so we lay on our fronts, heads turned to look at each other as they returned. After explaining about his shoulder they made a start and I smiled and blushed as I remembered my massage from Gabe the night before and he smiled back, as if reading my mind. We just stayed silent, looking at each other, grinning stupidly as we were worked on. I wondered if it was normal to love someone so much, so much that I ached simply by looking at him. I felt my eyes fill up and he looked at me concerned and mouthed ‘Ok?’ I bit my lip and nodded, smiling before I finally gave in and let my eyes close and fell asleep.

  It was almost an hour later when I heard Gabe calling my name, telling me that I needed to roll over. I apologised, hoping I’d not snored, and rolled under the towel as she held it up for me and promptly fell asleep again as she worked on my front. I felt wonderful by the time it was finished another hour and a bit on. We were left alone for a minute and I slipped on the dressing gown before kissing Gabe.

  ‘That was amazing, thank y
ou. I feel really spaced out and relaxed.’

  ‘Me too. When they’ve cleared up I vote we get in bed and relax for a while with some water,’ he stroked his fingers over my cheek and I leaned my head into them. ‘Why were you on the verge of tears?’

  ‘Because I’m happy.’

  ‘Good, me too.’

  I sat on the bed looking at the twinkling city lights and illuminated castle while the therapists cleared up and Gabe showed them out. I slipped off my robe and stroked my skin, soft from the oils again and got under the duvet and he returned and closed the doors to the bedroom, turned on the living flame fire and turned off all of the lights, dropping his towel and climbing in besides me. We lay partly propped up on the pillows, the fire and the view softly lighting the room and snuggled into each other.

  ‘God, I could do this every day with you,’ he whispered as he tilted my chin and kissed me.

  ‘We will when we move in together, obviously without the views.’

  ‘I like this fire. Shall we have one in our lounge and bedroom?’

  ‘I’d rather them in an old fashioned metal fire place than these modern glass boxes.’

  ‘Well yes, these suit the hotel décor, it’s the flame effect I like. I’ll look into them on Monday while you’re studying hard without me.’

  ‘Don’t talk about Monday, let’s just be in the now. This is far better than a Monday.’ I reached around his neck and drew his mouth down to mine and kissed him deeply, putting as much love for him into it as I could.

  ‘Wow, baby,’ he sighed, as his hand ran down my ribs brushing the soft skin of my breast.

  ‘Make love to me, Gabe,’ I whispered and he gently climbed over me and did just that. The warmth of the room and our bodies would have been enough, but the heat of the gentle friction of our oiled skins sliding against each other had us sighing and moaning even louder. We kept eye contact throughout and it was so tender and beautiful we both cried as we came together and wrapped our arms and legs around each other’s, pressed down into the mattress by the heaviness and warmth of the duvet over us.