He bent to pick up the suitcase, then set it back down. “You know there’s a weight limit, right? Because I think you’ve exceeded it.” He laughed, then picked the suitcase back up and headed downstairs.
I didn’t care about the weight limit. I had things I had to have and things I wanted just in case. I thought I had done a pretty good job packing, considering the length of time we would be away. Jeff got all of our luggage loaded up in the car, and then we were ready to get underway. Jeff locked up the house, we got situated in the car, and we were on our way to Tampa International.
I had three things I was looking forward to more than anything. First, was to finally be able to eat without the concern that my gown wouldn’t fit. Second, was having ten days away from everyone to relax, clear my head and unwind. I’d miss Abby like crazy, but I knew, between my mom and Sky, she was in very loving and capable hands. And lastly, I was looking forward to every precious moment alone with Jeff.
“I am so happy, baby doll.”
“Me too. I love you so much.”
“I love you more. I can’t wait to get you in that hotel room.”
“I would have thought you got enough of me last night.”
“Never that.” His devilish smirk flashed on his face.
A smile crept up on my face. “Which island are we going to first?”
“The big island first.”
“I'm so excited. But this long flight is going to suck.”
“Hopefully you remembered your Kindle. I have my trusty iPod right here.” He tapped his jeans pocket.
We pulled into long-term parking. A shuttle drove around and met us right beside our car. The driver helped Jeff get our luggage on board. He handed Jeff a ticket before climbing back in his seat and driving to pick up another couple. My eyes were fixed on Jeff as he looked out the window. How did I get so lucky? I loved him so much. He turned and looked at me with a smirk on his face. He leaned in to me, his arm brushing against my breast, and my nipple responded and hardened. His warm breath kissed my face as he told me how badly he wanted me and what he was planning to do to me later, before slanting his lips on mine. The kiss was soft and sensual.
We arrived at the terminal. He and the driver got all of our luggage off the shuttle, we checked our bags at the curbside counter, then grabbed our carry-ons before heading to security. I breezed through without any hassle. Jeff was not so lucky. He was scanned, rescanned, and eventually patted down. I stood watching and chuckling at him; his lips were pinched together, and he shook his head in disgust.
“That was so not funny, Mrs. Carrington.” I still wasn’t used to being called Mrs. Carrington, but I loved the way it sounded. It was music to my ears.
“I think she just wanted to cop a feel. She lingered a little too long on your hips and ass.”
“Fucking TSA.” He smiled at me as he motioned with his head toward the gift shop. “Do you want anything? A water or soda?”
“A water and a Snickers, please.” I was craving chocolate.
“Sure thing, doll. I’ll be right back.” He ducked inside the gift shop and emerged a few minutes later with a bag. He reached in the bag and pulled out what he’d bought. “I got us each one.”
“Thanks, but I was planning to use you.”
“Beautiful, you can use me however you see fit. But you’ll appreciate this soft neck pillow a lot more than my not-so-soft shoulder before we land.” He stood before me, squeezing it.
Our time away was going to be awesome. Or scheduled wasn’t going to be crammed with things to do, like I had originally intended. Instead, I took Jeff’s advice and found one thing I absolutely wanted to do on each island and wrote that down. If we did more, that was great, but there was no pressure to run around like we had to do everything in one trip. He assured me we would come back every year if I wanted.
We got lucky on the flight, too. There were a lot of connecting flights, but we managed to get a non-stop trip. It sucked that it was ten hours, but at least we were in first class.
Once we got boarded on the plane, I had a hard time getting comfortable. I fidgeted and wiggled around so much, I drew the attention of the flight attendants.
“Ma’am, is everything okay? Can I get you anything?”
“She’s pregnant; she’s okay,” Jeff said with a huge smile on his face. I slapped his arm.
“What the hell? Why would you tell her that?”
“Did I lie?”
“No, but still.”
“Baby, you’re probably going to be way more uncomfortable before we land. It was better they know the truth than try to bullshit them.”
“I’m just …”
“You’re just what? Pregnant? Irritated? Hormonal? Yeah, guess what -- I know.”
I sat back and just shook my head. “Will you get me my Kindle, please?”
He stood, and his junk was at eye level. I felt the dampness down there. Jeez, I’m a fucking sex fiend, I thought. I immediately thought how random and erotic it would be to rip his pants off and slam his cock down my throat in front of the over two hundred forty passengers on the plane. I could imagine the gray-haired women gasping for oxygen, just mortified, while the young folks would be all kinds of turned on. What the hell? Why am I having thoughts like this?
When Jeff sat in his seat, that thought evaporated, but the uncomfortable wetness was still lingering. I drank the last of my water and stuck the bottle in the seat pocket in front of me as we got ready for take-off.
After sitting in my seat reading for nearly half an hour, I could barely keep my eyes open. I closed my Kindle and leaned against Jeff’s arm with my eyes closed. The heat felt so good coming from him. My thoughts were instantly drawn back to our reception.
We’d had an unbelievable time. Jackie and Connor, well, technically Jeff and not so much Connor, had done great with the music selections. It was so nice watching everyone dancing and laughing, having a good time.
And then the dressing room, damn!
Jeff shook me.
“What?” I opened my eyes and glared at him.
He leaned into me and whispered into my ear. “You’re moaning.”
“No way.” I clasped my hand over my mouth. I hadn’t meant to do it, it just happened. The thought of the day before was so hat and fresh in my mind, I couldn't help myself.
“I shit you not. The same moaning as when I’m fucking you.”
I could feel the heat rise into my cheeks. They had to be beet red. “I was thinking about yesterday, in the dressing room.”
I heard the growl rumble in his throat. I noticed my panties were damp, again, when I shifted in my seat.
I felt like I was turning into a nymphomaniac. I couldn’t get enough of him. I flipped up the divider between us and snuggled closer to him, pulling his arm around me. I closed my eyes again.
I heard a flight attendant ask if we wanted anything to drink. My throat was parched. I used Jeff’s arm to help sit up, but accidentally dug my nails in his flesh.
“Hey, be careful.” He grabbed my fingers.
“I’m sorry, I was trying to pull myself up.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I just need some ginger ale.”
“Do you feel all right?”
“Yeah, just thirsty.”
I got my drink, then opened my Kindle to resume reading my book. It didn’t take long before I found myself fighting to keep my eyes open again.
I was freezing and asked Jeff to get my sweater for me. Instead of putting it on, I draped it over my body. I laid against him again, his arm wrapped around me, and his hand found its resting place on my breast, his fingers strumming across my hardened nipple. I wrapped my arms around his waist on top of the seat belt. His caressing made my desire rise. Fuck, what about him didn’t make my desire rise? I kissed his chest over the T-shirt, and I heard him hiss through his teeth as he exhaled. I pulled my sweater down to cover his crotch and ran my hands gently over him. I wanted him but I couldn’t have him.
My body was craving him. My wanton strokes were halted when he grabbed my wrist. “You need to stop, now.”
I peered up into his beautiful lust-filled eyes. He wanted me, too. “Okay, for now.” I shifted myself and sat up. He pulled me up onto his lap, swallowing my frame in his muscular arms. I could feel his semi-hard bulge beneath me. He pulled the sweater over my shoulder and rested his hand on my swollen, hard nipple again, thumbing, caressing, and pinching it. He wasn’t playing fair. He could tease me, but I couldn’t touch him. I felt like a flood was taking place in my panties, I was so wet with need. More like wet with greed.
He held me for a few minutes with my head resting on his shoulder. I could hear the music through his iPod. My breathing had changed to panting under his fondling. He was torturing me. He slid his finger up to my mouth, and I pulled them in, silently sucking, like I was sucking his cock. I felt the rumble of his moan that he had strained to not let anyone hear. I pulled the entire length of his digit into my mouth, then sucked against his attempt to drag it slowly back out. He ran his hand down my hair, giving me a slight tug. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. The heat that was coming off both of us could have set a fire. He pulled me into him and took ownership of my mouth.
His hand slid down my chest again, skimming over my stomach, then resting on my bare thigh; not a good idea Mr. Carrington. Touch me there and I’m going to come undone in your arms, right here, right now, on this plane. He gently slid his hand up and down my thigh, then stopped. He whispered to me, “Your little moans and whimpers are driving me insane. We have to stop. I can’t take much more of this.”
“Probably a good idea. I want you so bad right now, it hurts,” I whispered in his ear.
“You’re going to get every bit of me buried in your hot pussy when we get to our room.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into him, his tongue reaching deeper into my mouth than ever before. He broke the kiss. “God damn, Nikki, what you do to me.” He pushed me off him onto my own seat. “Stay in your seat, beautiful. You’re way too dangerous to be on my lap.”
I looked down and saw the wet spot on his jeans. I desperately wanted to lick it.
Jeff helped me get the neck pillow situated so I could try to get some rest. I feared we’d land and I’d be too tired to do anything.
After about an hour of sleep, I woke and noticed Jeff staring at me. I rubbed my hand across his bearded chin. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby, just admiring you.”
I could feel the heat flush to my cheeks. We had a quick discussion about how to handle things when we returned. We expected to get bombarded with questions from everyone about the trip, pictures, what we did and didn’t do. Plus, we had a big announcement to make. We decided the best way to thank everyone for making our wedding day so special was to have a party at the house the Saturday after we returned home. We could also share pictures and stories. But most importantly, we would make the announcement that we were expecting a baby to everyone at the same time.
I was so happy when we touched down on the island and got off that plane. After we landed, we sent a text to everyone, including Jim and Mom, so they all knew we made it safely, and so they would have plenty of notice for our return party. Our honeymoon was finally ready to begin.
Chapter 10
My mouth hung open as Jeff drove the rental car out into the Hawaiian beauty. I had never seen such fantastic scenery. Hawaii was amazing, or what I had seen so far was. We didn’t drive very long before he turned into the four-star resort driveway and followed the signs up to the front desk for check-in. We were three hours earlier than the normal check-in time.
We were met by the friendliest staff I had ever seen. The gentleman helped Jeff unload our luggage onto the cart, walked us in to the front desk, where we were checked-in without any delay, then he assisted us with getting everything up into our room. Okay, I know they are supposed to do all of that because they want a tip, but this young man’s demeanor was very gracious.
It hadn’t been a full day, and already, I missed my little munchkin. I felt more at ease being away from Abby for so long after Hope agreed to stay with Sky and help him. He was a wonderful father, and I knew he was more than capable of taking care of her, but his job had him working weird hours. Mom also offered to help as much as her schedule allowed. She was a lucky little girl; she had so many people who loved her. As Jeff and the bellman took care of the luggage, I made a quick phone call to Sky and talked to Abby briefly while I walked through the room.
Our room was fantastic and super spacious. It was like being in an apartment. A large apartment. We were in the presidential suite. There were two super large bedrooms, each with a four post canopied king-sized bed; and two full spa-like bathrooms and a half bath. The living room and dining room exterior walls were made of glass, providing a wonderful view of the water and beaches, even if you stood in the kitchen. There was a separate room that had a grand piano. The decorations were exquisite. We had private balconies, with outdoor seating accessible from nearly every room.
I couldn’t wait to explore the rest of the hotel. When the front desk told us there were twelve restaurants, twelve bars, three pools, and a waterslide, and that the resort sat on sixty-two acres of oceanfront property, I was stunned. We really, technically, didn’t need to leave here to find something to do.
Jeff closed the door behind the bellman after handing him a tip. I was so excited to be there, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Our lips crashed together. He held me to him tight, with his arms low across my hips and ass. I could feel the wetness as our kiss deepened.
I dropped my legs from around his waist and loosened my hands from his neck. I grabbed his hands and pulled him over to the window in the living room.
“Look at this view, baby! This is so beautiful. It’s like we’re in heaven.”
“Being anywhere with you is heaven, baby doll.”
His hand grasped me by the hair at my nape and pulled me toward him. His tongue sank between my lips as I eagerly opened for him. Jeff leaned down, not removing his mouth from mine, swooped me up into his arms, and carried me into one of the bedrooms. He walked to the bed and laid me down on it, then he laid beside me, pulling me into him. His lips grazed across mine, his tongue slid across mine, and his eyes bored into mine.
With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Each of his hands grabbed a handful of my hair and held my mouth on his. I loved it. I loved anything he did with or to me. I just didn’t wanted him to rip it out, because that would have meant he’d let me go.
He released his grip on my hair, then slid his hands down my shoulders, down my sides, and gripped my hips. My eyes closed as I lost myself to him. His demanding hands wiggled me, and I followed his lead. I gyrated on his hardened length that was straining beneath his jeans. A moan escaped my lips as I tossed my head back, throwing my hair off of my face.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Nikki.”
I opened my eyes and our gaze met. His eyes were hooded, and mine had to be screaming and pleading for him to take me. I pushed my knees in tight, pressing into his sides as I slid gently against him, rubbing my clit across the fly of his pants. I needed to be fucked. My hips lifted slightly and moved up so I could feel his swollen head press across my clothed, wet entrance.
I lifted the tank top up and over my head, then struggled a little as it tangled in my hair, but pulled it loose before tossing it onto the floor. Jeff’s hips were slowly rising and staying tight against me. He groaned as each of his hands surrounded my covered breasts, kneading, and grazing across my pebbled nipples hidden beneath my bra.
“Stand up,” he commanded me. I did as requested. He stood alongside of me, then reached behind me to unhook my bra and removed it, exposing me to him. I reached for his jeans, but he held my wrists. “Not yet, baby.” His voice was deep and sultry.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts
, then slowly pressed them and my panties down to my ankles. I kicked off my flip-flops and stepped out of my garments, leaving me completely naked in front of him.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He lowered his head to my hardened peak and took it in his mouth. One hand was wrapped around the back of me at my waist, the other was nudging my legs to part, exploring my folds. As a finger dipped into my wetness, I let out a soft mewl and sigh. I was going to fucking come undone just from his touch. A shiver ran through me causing my body to quake.
“Do you need me to adjust the temperature in here?”
“I’m fine. I’m not cold.” He should have known his touch drove me insane.
He kissed me gently before resuming his attention to my needy nipple. His fingers continued their exploration of my slick heat. His digits pressed and massaged against my swollen clit as I lifted my foot and placed it on the side rail of the bed. Then, without warning, he stopped.
“You’re so ready for me, baby. Stay just like that.”
I stood and watched him remove his shirt to reveal his beautiful sculpted abs and chest. He took a step back toward me and kissed my mouth quickly before stepping away from me again. I’m pretty sure I began to drool as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then stood there, staring at me. I could see his bulge begging for release from the restrictive denim fabric.
“Come here.” He summoned me over with his arms outstretched to me.
I yanked my foot down off the rail and practically ran to him like a starving, greedy, wild animal. I thought I was going to fall. He held me in his arms for what seemed like an eternity before giving me the go ahead to help him take his jeans off.
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