by MJ Masucci
She stroked his cheek, running her finger down the thin scar that ran down his jaw line. She traced his neck with her knuckles and kissed his chest, using her tongue to circle his nipple. He grumbled but didn’t wake, and she continued until he opened his eyes.
“Why, hello, Mrs. Wilder.”
“Hello, yourself, Mr. Wilder.”
“Are you hungry?”
She was famished. She hadn’t eaten this morning because she was too nervous and it was now past three in the afternoon.
“Do you want to go out to a wedding night dinner? We can make a reservation at some fancy place and dress up.”
“I’d rather spend the night here alone with you.”
“Would you like to go for a walk in the rain?”
“There’s a thought. We haven’t done that yet.”
He sat up and kissed her lips, stroking her cheek with his hand.
“You’re my wife,” he whispered as if he needed reassurance to believe it.
“And you’re my husband.”
He stood up and pulled her up beside him. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and removed it. The rain was coming down in a drizzle, but the sky was still dark, and it could rain harder any minute. Xander secretly hoped it would. Once the dress she was wearing became drenched, it would hug her like a glove.
They went to the slider and stepped out into the rain. The wind had gotten stronger, and the tiny drops stung their faces as the rain was pushed around. He put his hand around her shoulders, and they walked through the yard to the gate that led to the beach. The waves were dark and angry looking as the whitecaps crashed on the shoreline.
Xander pulled her to the edge, and they slipped their feet in the surf as the water pooled around their ankles. The rain came harder as the sky darkened further and a deluge of water poured from the sky. He held her hand tight against the wind, and she looked up and closed her eyes.
“Rain is good luck on your wedding day. Did you know that?” Xander said.
She nodded hoping that this was a harbinger of things to come. Maybe she would have children of her own and Liam would disappear for good. She smiled at him and reached up to push his wet hair off his forehead. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself as the rain chilled her.
“Let’s go in. I can see that you’re cold.”
She led the way up the beach, and he watched as the wet dress hugged every curve of her luscious body. Inside the kitchen, they stripped out of their wet clothing, then placed them in the stainless steel sink. He picked her up in his arms and carried her up the steps to the master bedroom. He placed her on the unmade bed, covering her with the sheet and blanket than sliding in on the other side.
“Let me warm you. I missed you next to me last night,” he said.
“That was your decision. I would have gladly slept with you.”
He silenced her with her lips. Hours later she woke with the suffocating heat of Xander against her body. His leg was thrown over her hip, and his arms were folded around her. He had his head nuzzled against hers and his lips rested against her collarbone.
“Baby,” she whispered
He mumbled something incoherent.
“Xander, I’m so hungry. Can we eat?”
He nuzzled her ear, “I’d like to eat you.”
“You can do that later. I’m starving.”
He untangled himself from her body, and she moved to the edge of the bed. The rain had subsided to a light drizzle, but the wind whistled around the corners of the house. She waited for him to get up but he was now sleeping on his stomach with his head against her pillow.
She left him to sleep and though still naked, headed downstairs. She spied his linen shirt on the couch and put it on, buttoning it halfway. Then she went to the refrigerator to find something to eat. As sleepy as Xander was, she knew if she brought him food, he would eat it. She found a block of cheddar cheese that she sliced, grapes and crackers that she arranged on a large dish. She grabbed a bottle of white wine, and two glasses then went upstairs. She placed the tray on the dresser.
He was still buried in her pillow, and she sat on the bed next to him to rub his back. He moaned at the sensation of her hands on him.
“That feels good.”
She kept massaging him along his back, arms, and shoulders. Finally, she prodded him to get up.
“I brought up some food and wine. I know you’re hungry, turn over.”
He turned onto his back and opened his eyes. He gazed at her and she could see the love in his eyes. She felt a blush coming over her face, and he sat up to stroke her cheek.
“You’re beautiful. Do you know that?”
“I think so since you always tell me.”
She went to the dresser and poured two glasses of wine, then brought him a glass.
“I want to make a toast. To my bride on our wedding day, I love you for always and forever. To a long and happy marriage.”
They clinked glasses and sipped the cool wine. Then she retrieved the tray of food from the dresser. After they had eaten, she put the leftover tray and wine on the floor and got back into bed. Xander leaned over her, feathering his lips over her face. He planted small kisses on her forehead, cheeks, chin and finally her nose.
“I think you are overdressed, don’t you?”
He began unbuttoning the shirt and pushed it off her so he could have access to her breasts. He gently nuzzled her neck, and upper chest then sucked and nibbled at her nipples. She moaned her approval.
“I hope the food we just ate provided you with enough energy because I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the night.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
At 8:00 AM, the next morning Ava, awoke to an empty bed. She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her and found Xander sitting in a chair near the closet. He was intently scrolling through his phone. His hair was damp, and he was only wearing a pair of boxers.
“Is there something wrong?” She asked with urgency.
“No, why would you think that? I’m just organizing some pictures of my gorgeous wife.”
“Pictures? What pictures.”
He came to the bed and sat next to her, scrolling through his picture gallery. She saw that he had pictures from years ago but also recent ones, as recent as this morning. She stopped at one where she was asleep on her pillow, her bare back and the side of her breast exposed.
“That is one of my favorites. You look so peaceful sleeping.”
“Do you always take pictures of me when I’m sleeping?”
He handed her the phone, and she thumbed through seeing that he had indeed taken a lot of pictures of her while she was asleep. She bit her lip, and he used his thumb to dislodge it from between her teeth.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t know. I feel kind of weird having you taking pictures of me while I’m asleep.”
He looked at her bemused, “Why? Do you know how sexy you look when you’re asleep? I love you, Ava; please let me have this one indulgence.”
“You have so many. Why didn’t you tell me before that you were taking pictures?”
“I didn’t think it was such a big deal that a man in love takes pictures of his girlfriend, fiancée and now wife.”
“You have pictures of me when we first dated. I see a few pictures the first night you made love to me. When did you take them?”
“I woke after you fell asleep and couldn’t resist. If you don’t want me to have these, I’ll delete them. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“No, I want you to have them. It’s comforting to know you love me so much.”
He kissed her cheek and mumbled, “Always.”
She inhaled his scent into her nostrils. He smelled so good, and she felt her belly clench. She wanted him, but she was also sore, very sore. As promised, Xander had made love to her most of the night in several different positions. She didn’t know she could come so much and when they finally fell asleep, she was exhauste
d. She had no idea how he could be awake when they went to bed only three hours ago.
She settled back into bed and pulled the sheet around her. He pushed the hair back from her neck and sucked at her pulse.
“How can you not be sore?”
“I’m sore, and my balls ache, but you’re irresistible.”
“I need a break even though I would love to accommodate you.”
“I only want your love.”
“You have it, my dear husband.”
She faded back to sleep not waking until the sun was lower in the sky. She checked her phone, and it was the afternoon. She was surprised that Xander hadn’t woken her. She got up, pulling on one of his t-shirts. She found him sitting by the pool in a pair of shorts, reading a book. When he heard the slider open, he looked up.
“There’s my sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”
“Groggy. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You were tired. We haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I made a reservation for six at Villa Giacomo. It’s an Italian restaurant that Court recommended. He said it has great food and atmosphere. It’s formal. If you would rather go casual, I could cancel.”
“No, I need a full meal. We have only been eating bites here and there. I’m starved.”
“Well, Mrs. Wilder, be ready at 5:30 so I can whisk you away to a great Italian feast.”
“Ok, Mr. Wilder.”
She went upstairs to prepare for their dinner date. She had brought a few formal outfits, but she chose to wear a black A-line skirt, a beige off the shoulder ruffled short sleeved top and her secret weapons, back-seamed sheer stocking thigh highs and garter set. Xander had mentioned how he couldn’t resist her in stockings. She completed the ensemble with five-inch black heels.
She took her time in the shower, shampooing and conditioning her hair twice. When she washed between her legs, she winced as she felt a slight burning. She was raw and wasn’t surprised after all the sex they had the night before. But even in pain, she wanted him.
After she had wrapped a towel around her, she fixed her hair in the mirror. He came in and kissed her bare shoulders then turned on the water to shower. She quickly finished what she was doing before his nakedness changed her mind about dinner. She needed to eat after all the energy they expended last night.
She dressed in the bedroom while he dressed in the closet. He was wearing the one suit he brought with him, a light gray pinstripe with a crisp white dress shirt and a light gray check patterned tie. When he emerged, he looked her up and down. She could see his eyes fixate on the stockings she was wearing. If he knew she had garters on, they wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“Ava,” he hissed.
Feigning innocence, she replied, “What?”
He swallowed hard and ran his fingers through his hair, then looked away.
“Let’s go before I change my mind. It’s almost 5:30,” his voice hoarse.
She slipped into the seat of the Corvette, careful not to reveal the lace at the top of the stockings. One look and he would take her in the closest spot in the house. She knew he was already uncomfortable as his hand brushed over the fly of his pants.
She looked out the window as he drove the streets of Key West. They passed by the café they had stopped in for lunch a few days ago. It made her wish that she told him casual for dinner. She was craving a greasy burger and fries.
He pulled into the front of Villa Giacomo and handed the keys to the valet who helped Ava out of the car. Xander had rushed around the car, possessively taking her hand from the man. He escorted her inside and gave the hostess his name. She said it would be about ten minutes before their table was ready and directed them to wait in the bar area.
“Do you want a drink?” Xander asked.
“I’ll have a glass of Merlot.”
Xander signaled the bartender and ordered two glasses of Merlot. Ava climbed onto the bar stool, and her skirt got caught under her legs as she shimmied onto the chair. She readjusted her skirt but not before Xander had caught a glance of the lace at the top of her stockings. He immediately became aroused.
He hopped from foot to foot waiting for the bartender to finish serving them. When he handed them the glasses, he took a long gulp from his. Ava was not paying attention, and she sipped at her wine. He was beginning to sweat and had to use his handkerchief to wipe his brow and face.
“Baby, is there something wrong?” Ava said noticing his flushed face.
“It’s a bit warm in here probably because it’s crowded.”
He loosened the knot in his tie and ran his finger around the inside collar of his shirt. She watched him with amusement then went back to her wine. The hostess called his name, and he placed his hand on her back as they weaved through the tables. They were seated in a private small semicircular booth at the back of the restaurant.
They opened their menus, selected appetizers and entrees. Minutes later, a pretty brunette waitress came who concentrated her full attention on Xander. Ava placed her hand on his shoulder while he ordered for both of them. After the waitress had left to put in their order, Xander turned to her.
“Are you jealous?”
“No more jealous than you were with the valet. I feel different about women paying attention to you now that we’re married. It didn’t use to bother me.”
He understood how she felt because he felt it, too. He didn’t want to go as far as getting himself in trouble again by saying he owned her but he felt that he did. She was his, and he didn’t want anyone or anything getting in between them.
They chatted until their appetizers came, then the only thing that could be heard at the table was the sound of them eating. They were both famished from the past couple of days of activity and lack of food. The waitress came to clear their plates, giving them some time to talk, but Xander preferred to explore his new wife.
He placed his hand on her knee, and his fingers slowly crept up her leg until he felt the lace of her garters. She placed her hand over his, stopping his ascent. He turned to her with his eyes pleading, and she let his hand go. He continued until he reached the garter belts and his eyes widened.
Xander felt her shift in her seat as his hand rested against her sex. He pressed against the lace, stroking her through it. Xander glanced at her, and she was running her lower teeth over her upper lip, back and forth, her eyes glazed. He petted her, pressing harder against her nub, and she spread her legs.
It was fortunate that the table cloth concealed their activities because they were interrupted by the waitress bringing their entrees. By that time Ava had lost her appetite for food. She wanted Xander. He kept his fingers on her until the waitress left then he removed them. She softly groaned, and he leaned over to nip at her earlobe.
“Don’t worry darling; I’m going to satisfy you.”
She thought he meant when they got home. He twirled his fork around his Spaghetti Bolognese with one hand and slipped his hand back under her skirt at the same time. This time he worked at the lace waistband until his fingers were pushing into her drenched folds. She almost choked on her Veal Piccata when he slipped two fingers into her.
Ava’s breathing became shallow especially when the waitress came by to check on them. Xander never lost a beat and continued his gentle movement in and out of her opening as he told the waitress they were fine. Her face was bright red, and she had ceased eating as the sensation of his fingers took over her emotions.
She bit her tongue to keep from moaning, but instead, a small series of whimpers came out, unnoticed by the other patrons in the din of the restaurant. She began to pant and clenched her fork and knife tightly. He removed his fingers from her opening to concentrate on her swollen nub, stroking it until he felt her core tighten, body shudder and orgasm turn her into gelatin.
He removed his fingers, sucking on them as she sagged against the back of the booth. She watched him smile with satisfaction knowing he gave her an orgasm in public. It took her several minutes to regain her compos
ure and resume eating. She was hungrier than ever, and she plowed through her food with gusto.
“If that is all it takes for me to get you to eat, I’ll do it more.”
She slapped at his leg and came into contact with his erection. She smiled wickedly and ran her fingers up his length. He stopped her and mouthed, “No.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t need to return the favor. A man can pleasure his wife, can’t he?”
“You’re no fun.”
“You’ll see how much fun I am when we get home.”
“Promise?”
He gave her a curt smile, and they finished the rest of their meal in silence. He called for the check not bothering to ask if Ava wanted dessert. He knew that she preferred to get home.
As soon as they pulled away from the restaurant, he pulled her skirt up to reveal the garters and belt.
“You knew what you were doing when you wore these didn’t you?”
“I did, but in my defense, I wasn’t going to tell you until we were in private. I didn’t expect you to get me off in the restaurant.”
“I saw them when you went to sit on the bar stool. Do you know what you did to me?”
She began to laugh, “Is that why you were sweating? Why didn’t you say something?”
“There was nothing I could have done about it other than take you home and fuck you senseless, which is what I plan to do now.”
“Xander, please be gentle. I’m sore,” she said with concern.
“Sweetheart, as hot as I am for you, the thought of hurting you makes me sick. We don’t have to make love if you aren’t up to it.”
“I want to, very much.”
He reached up and stroked her hair. At a stoplight, he leaned over to kiss her bare shoulder. A group of teenagers pulled up to them and began catcalling, but he ignored them.
Pulling up to the gate, he punched the code. She leaned against his shoulder, and he cupped her chin to kiss her. It became a passionate kiss, and the clank of the gate closing snapped them out of it. He tapped the code again and drove in as soon as the gate retracted. She waited for him to open her car door and escort her into the house.