My Honeymoon With Mr White

by J A Fielding

  “That’s sweet,” Rita said. Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

  “I’m not sure I meant that as a compliment, sweetie,” Natasha said. This time, it was Rita’s turn to roll her eyes.

  “Tell me, how is the Caribbean? Is it as awesome as I always thought and for God’s sake, where’s Mitchell?” Rita asked as she tried looking around the room. Natasha picked her laptop up and pointed it to where Mitchell was seated.

  “Hey Rita,” he called as he gave a slight wave,

  “There’s the man of the hour. And what the…are those sunburns?” Rita asked squinting. “Didn’t you use sun block? I mean jeez, Mitchell, you are in fucking Antigua,” she scolded.

  “I used the freaking sun block!” Mitchell said almost angry. “It’s just….”

  “…your skin is softer than veal?” Rita asked cutting him short. Mitchell gave him a cold look.

  “I fail to understand how two totally opposite people can be friends,” he said as he stood up. “I still need some more lotion on my veal like body. Bye Rita,” he said walking to the living room. Rita laughed.

  “You can be really mean sometimes, you know,” Natasha said. Rita laughed again.

  “Mitchell and I have a love-hate relationship. He knows I got nothing but love for him,” Rita said.

  “So, what are you up to? Any mischief with Dave?’ Natasha asked excitedly. Rita smiled. “What? What’s going on?” she asked. Rita suddenly shifted her weight and let Natasha have a look outside. The surrounding was terribly familiar, almost as if she was looking outside her own hotel window. “Are you…here?” she asked looking confused. Rita shook her head excitedly.

  “No, Cabo,” she said smiling broadly.

  “Cabo,” Natasha repeated.

  “Yes, Cabo,” Rita said again. “Dave had a really good month at work and he took a couple of weeks off just to unwind and what better time to travel than when my best friend is away on her honeymoon?” she added.

  “Good for you,” Natasha said. “I love how happy Dave makes you. You deserve to be happy,” she added with a smile. Rita beamed.

  “I am happy, Tasha and that scares the shit out of me,” Rita said in a whisper.

  “Is Dave there with you?” Natasha asked trying to get as much of the room in eye view as she could.

  “He’s in the bathroom,” Rita said, still whispering. “What do I do? I haven’t felt like this since Simon in the tenth grade,” she added. Natasha smiled.

  “Sweetie, don’t over think it. Just live in the moment. You are always the one telling me to do that,” Natasha said looking into her eyes. “He loves you. He is a good guy. Don’t mess this up,” she added.

  “I love him too and I don’t want to mess it up,” Rita said. “But…” she was suddenly lost for words as she noticed Natasha’s big eyed stare. “What?” she asked.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say you love him,” Natasha said excitedly. “Awww, we’re in love,” she added with a smile. Rita looked over her shoulder and looked back into the camera in a panic.

  “He’s out of the bathroom. Talk to you later,” Rita said quickly.

  “Okay. Say hi. Love you,” Natasha said before the chat window closed down. She placed the laptop on the bed and walked to the living room area of the suite. “How’s my veal like husband?” she asked as she approached Mitchell who was seated on the couch.

  “Don’t call me that,” he said. She walked round the couch and looked at him.

  “Okay, I’m sorry, baby,” she said as she leaned forward to kiss his forehead. She pulled away and looked at him. “That didn’t hurt, did it?” she asked looking at him. He shook his head.

  “I should punish you for laughing at me,” he said looking into her eyes. She smiled and kissed his forehead again.

  “Are you going to pull me over your knee and spank me like a naughty little girl?” she asked looking at him. “Because I have been a very bad girl,” she said in a mock child voice. He looked up at her and smiled before taking her hand. She gasped when he suddenly pulled her down on his lap making her lie face down across his thighs. She felt a thrill go through her body. He was actually going to do it. She smiled as she seductively wiggled her ass. She felt Mitchell slowly rubbing her ass, softly, gently, as if he was afraid she would break. He suddenly surprised her by bringing his hand down forcefully making her gasp. She felt a sting where his hand had just landed, but there was still eroticism all through her body. She looked over her shoulder and looked at Mitchell as he readied himself to land another hard spank on her. She gasped again as she felt his hand come down hard on her yet again.

  “You like that, don’t you?’ he asked in a soft whisper that made her all warm inside.

  “Yeah…I love it. Give it to me,” she said in a harsh whisper. She grabbed the edges of the couch as he spanked her again, and again and again. His repeated punishment made sure that she was no longer gasping every time he spanked her but moans and groans escaped her very perfect lips. He spanked her one last time as he felt his erection pressing against her underbelly. He finally rested his hand on her ass which was hot from his recent punishment. She stood up and straddled him.

  “Finally ready to thank me for your punishment?” he asked looking into her eyes. She smiled and nodded before bringing her head down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her slowly but deeply. She closed her eyes as she slowly ground her hips down on his crotch, feeling the soft material of her bathing suit getting wet from her own horniness. She pulled away and stood up. He looked at her as she slowly wriggled out of the bathing suit. He smiled and looked at her perfect body. “God, you are beautiful,” he said as she bent down to pull his shorts off. She smiled at him and straddled him once again before pulling his shirt over his head.

  “You are not so bad looking yourself, Mitchell Schmidt,” she said as she ran a finger down his chest. He gently grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to kiss her lips. “I love a man who takes what is his,” she said when he finally pulled away. He nodded.

  “I will never let you go,” he said as he softly kissed her neck. “Not now...” he planted another soft kiss on her neck. “Not ever,” he added in a whisper as he kissed the other side of her neck. She closed her eyes as she felt him trailing his kisses down her neck and along her shoulder blade.

  “Baby…I will never let you go either,” she said in an erotic whisper. He finally let go of her hair and continued trailing kisses down her chest. She gasped as he trapped one of her nipples in between his teeth and gently nibbled. She moaned, but she was unsure whether she moaned out of fear or ecstasy. Her breathing soon tuned into short quick gasps as he began sucking on her nipple, making it become fully distended. She held onto his head as he sucked on, occasionally teasing her with the expert flicking of his tongue. She moaned her disapproval when he released her nipple. She moaned even louder when he trailed his tongue across her chest and softly kissed the top of her other breast before he took in her other nipple. “Oh God, Mitchell,” she moaned as he once again began his oral attack on her nipple She moaned and writhed on his groin, threatening to swallow his cock inside her.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said when he pulled away from her nipple. “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” he added in a whisper as he looked into her eyes.

  “Make love to me Mitchell,” she said in a pleading voice. He held her ass and stood up before carefully placing her down on the carpet. He knelt in between her legs and very slowly ran his fingertips along her thighs. He then bent down and took one of her legs in his hands and lifted it up to his lips. She looked at him as he kissed her foot, slowly working his way up her thigh. She felt an excitement go through her body as the thought of his lips on her lower lips crossed her mind. She wanted him to suck her clit, to bury his tongue deep inside her, to make her climax by the way he would expertly use his mouth on her. As his lips got closer to her center, she spread her legs wider,, inviting him in but instead of going down
on her, he put her leg down only to pick the other one and service it in the same way.

  He lowered his body and aligned himself with her sex. He looked into her eyes as he pushed his cock gently into her pussy, making her gasp. She spread her legs as wide as she could and arched her back to ease his penetration. She wrapped her arms around his back as he buried himself deep inside her. He slowly eased himself in and out of her as he kissed her.

  It was not long before his slow and smooth strokes became long and hard ones. He was having an increasingly hard time keeping up especially since his sunburned back was still ‘untreated’. He slowed down before coming to a complete stop. He pulled away from her and buried himself in her neck.

  “The burns?” she asked. He nodded and pulled himself up. “I’ll take care of this,” she said with a smile as he pulled out of her and rolled over. She got on top of him and straddled him once again.

  “Oh yeah….” He moaned as she eased herself down his girth. She looked down at him as she pulled herself to a squatting position. This way, she would ensure that she kept her weight off him and that he had maximum penetration. “Baby…yeah,” he moaned. “Just like that,” he said as she bounced on and off his cock, not showing any signs of stopping soon.

  “Oh fuck, Mitch. I’m cumming,” she moaned as she went on riding him. Mitchell looked up at her and held her full breasts in his hands as he gave in to her hard strokes. He felt himself pulsating as he exploded inside her. She struggled to keep herself at bay but to no avail. She suddenly felt herself pulsating in rhythm with his own orgasm. “Baby I love you,” she said in a whisper as she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her as they lay on the carpet, spent and exhausted.

  “Remember when I told you that you are going to kill me one day?’ he asked. She nodded and kissed his cheek. “Well, woman, one day you are going to kill me,” he said again.

  “It would be the kind of death that most men would choose, though,” she said panting. He laughed.

  “So,” he started as she felt his cock getting hard again. “Any plans for today?” he asked pressing his crotch against hers. Natasha pulled away and looked at Mitchell.

  “Depends,” she said smiling. “Are you going to use that right now or are we saving it for later?” she asked. Mitchell smiled and answered by pushing himself inside her once again.

  “We both know that is not a pickle I have in my pocket because my pocket is on the floor next to me,” he said as he pulled her down for a kiss.

  “You know sunburns and carpet burns don’t usually go well together,” Natasha said after pulling away.

  “Don’t ruin the moment,” Mitchell said as he pulled her down again for another kiss.

  Chapter 6

  Being in Antigua had taught Mitchell two very valuable life lessons: first, he didn’t tan very well and two, his wife looked ridiculously hot in swimsuits, not that he didn’t know it. The friendship the two of them had forged with Melinda and Kyle made their honeymoon an even better experience.

  Today, Melinda, having frequented the island more, had offered to take Natasha for some shopping before joining the guys later on that evening for dinner. Being the man he was, Mitchell was not about to be left alone in this. He took the opportunity and asked Kyle to take him to some of the island’s hot spots, a special place. Maybe somewhere he could even manage to get a keepsake.

  “So, where exactly are we going?” Natasha asked as she put on a pair of white linen pants. She thought they would go perfectly with the yellow halter top she had on. The humidity in the Caribbean had made her hair frizz up, showing off her beautiful black curls. Melinda, who was waiting for her in their suite, smiled.

  “Oh there is so much to see here and the massages are just superb,” Melinda said as Natasha walked towards her.

  “Spa! Awesome,” Natasha said excitedly as she walked into the living room part of the suite. She frowned when she saw Melinda’s hair still looking beautifully straight except for the curls at the end. “I fail to understand how your hairstyle survives in this weather,” she said.

  “I got some frizz free serum for my niece sometime back. Just rub a little in every time I wash it and voila,” she said as she stood up.

  “I hate you,” Natasha said as the two of them walked towards the door.

  “Come on. Your curls are great and natural,” Melinda said. “You’d be crazy not to love them,” she added. Natasha looked at her.

  “Don’t get me wrong I do. I just wish the straight thing would last longer sometimes,” she said. “But I am a woman of color and this is the burden I have to bear,” she added as they got into a cab. She noticed Melinda look at something in her purse and then frown before looking up.

  “Take us to the Zelani Complex please,” Melinda said and then turned to Natasha. “They say it’s the true Antiguan experience here. Everything you would need under one roof,” she added with a wink. Once again, Melinda reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, looked at it briefly before putting it back inside her purse.

  “Everything okay there Mel?” Natasha asked. “You look a little bit shaken up.” Melinda gave her a weak smile as her phone vibrated yet again. She took the phone and typed something in really fast before switching it off.

  “Perfect,” she said looking at Natasha who had a worried look on her face by now. “Trust me when I tell you that you will love the complex,” she added in what Natasha guessed was an attempt to change the topic.

  “I can’t wait,” Natasha said as she leaned back on the seat. She looked outside as he mind went wild thinking about what Melinda could be hiding. A secret past, maybe, or a hidden identity. She turned her head and looked at Melinda who was busy looking out the window. A hit man…hit woman maybe? She chuckled at the thought that this sweet Melinda could ever carry out a hit on anyone.

  “What?” Melinda asked when she noticed Natasha’s big smile. Natasha shook her head.

  “Nothing. Just thought of something ridiculous,” she answered. Melinda smiled at back at her and gave a few bills to the driver.

  “Well, we’re here,” she said as she opened the door. “You want to feel pampered, this is the place to do it,” she said as they walked into the complex. As they walked into the complex, Natasha felt a weird sense of déjà vu. The complex was like a mall picked right out of the States and dropped in the Caribbean. She almost felt as if she was home in the blink of an eye. “Awesome right? I come here any time I feel homesick, which is a lot,” Melinda said as they walked through the aisles. Natasha looked at her. Did she just say feel homesick? Just how much time did she spend in the Caribbean? She held Melinda’s hand and gave her a smile.

  “Come on. No need to feel homesick and not exfoliate,” she said as they walked towards the spa salon nearby.

  “Melinda, looking beautiful as usual,” a man, one that seemingly enjoyed the other side of the buffet table, said as the two walked in.

  “You are clearly a favorite here,” Natasha whispered to her as the man hugged her.

  “Who is your gorgeous friend here?” the man asked. Melinda smiled.

  “Alfonso, this is Natasha. She is a new friend I made here,” Melinda said with a smile. “Tasha, this is Alfonso Navarro,” she added looking at Natasha.

  “It is true what they say about black women, huh?” Alfonso said with a smile. If she was not so sure he was gay, Natasha could have sworn that he was checking her out. “Black genes make blue jeans tight,” Alfonso added. Natasha gave him a confused look.

  “The first genes is actually genetics and the second one is the fabric,” Melinda said laughing.

  “Oh genes and jeans,” Natasha said with a smile.

  “So ladies, what are we having today?” Alfonso asked as he led them to the reception area.

  “Well we were thinking of something more in the lines of deep tissue massages,” Melinda said with a smile. Alfonso frowned.

  “Crazy ex-husband back?” he asked. Natasha looked at Alfonso and then
at Melinda.

  “What crazy ex-husband?” she asked still looking at Melinda who was busy giving Alfonso signs to shut up. “Mel, what is he talking about?” she asked again.

  “Girl please, what kind of friends are you?” Alfonso asked as she sat down between them. Melinda put her hand up and shook her head trying to get Alfonso to stop talking but he was either not seeing her or doing a very good job of ignoring her. “This girl right here was married to this billionaire back in Florida. Fairy tale wedding, princess tale marriage and everything but the guy,” he paused and took a deep breath, a bit too dramatically. “The guy was actually into some illicit business, human trafficking,” he said in a whisper.

  “Alfonso,” Melinda said feeling uncomfortable.

  “Girl please. Friends need to know these things,” Alfonso said. “He got crazy when she found out about it. He beat on her, threatened her at some point, even came at her with a weapon…” “Alfonso!” Melinda said sternly, making them both turn around. “That was supposed to be between us,” she said as she took her purse. Natasha watched in surprise as Melinda stood up and walked out of the salon.

  “What just happened?” Alfonso asked.

  “I think I’d better go after her,” Natasha said standing up. Alfonso nodded.

  “I’ll keep the slot opened in case you change your mind,” he called after her. Natasha stopped briefly and gave him a slight wave before she continued running out. She found Melinda standing at the mall parking lot. At some point Natasha thought she saw Melinda brush off a tear.

  “Hey, you okay?” Natasha asked when she got to the parking lot where Melinda was standing. “You pretty much bolted out of there,” she added as she looked at Melinda.

  “I just hate it when reality hits too hard,” Melinda said.

  “Come on, let’s get some junk in you. Ice cream maybe,” Natasha said as she took Melinda’s arm.

  “Tasha, you don’t need to…”

  “…hush now. I definitely have to do this. Besides you need to talk,” Natasha interrupted as they walked to the food court.