by Ford, Mia
“Hmm, no I am the lucky one! Look at you, you’re stunning and you’re mine. The wedding has been wonderful, my wife is everything to me, and I am just having the best time ever.”
The reception has been incredible too. We have had so much fun with our family and friends. Everyone has congratulated us; they all seem to be really happy for us which just makes it that much better. Having smiles and words of love just solidifies that we are right for one another. Josiah and I have always known that, it is just nice to have everyone else catch up on it as well.
Now, as the night draws to a close and people begin to leave, Josiah and I continue to dance in the garden as if the party has only just begun. With his arms wrapped around me and our bodies moving together in harmony, the rest of the world doesn’t matter. It’s only him and I anyway.
I feel like I have rose tinted glasses on as I look at my man. But they aren’t showing me a false version of him, he really is this incredible being. Good looking, in a bad boy kinda way, but sweet in a good guy way. Caring, loving, a wonderful father. I don’t know how many good men are left out there, but I have mine.
“Mommy, Daddy!” Freddie’s voice shakes me from my thoughts, reminding me that there are still other important people out there in the world, namely our son. “I love you.”
He jumps at us and hugs us both tightly, telling us to have a good time. He is looking forward to staying at his grandparent’s house for a few days, especially because his baby cousin, Flora, will be around to visit. Freddie is so much in love with her, it’s adorable. He doesn’t quite understand why she doesn’t do much yet but he loves her all the same… it paves the way if Josiah and I ever want to have more children, which I’m sure we do.
“You make sure that you have a good time, okay,” I tell him emotionally. “We will be back soon.”
I try not to make the goodbye too emotional, but it ends up that way anyway. I just can’t help myself. I haven’t spent much of my time away from my son ever since we were born. Especially not this long. For a long time, it was just me and him, but he has his family around him and he should embrace that. Josiah is always reminding me of that. He grew up with no one, so he lets me know how lucky Freddie is.
And he’s right, I know he is, so I let my son leave to have a good time with his family.
“He’ll be fine,” Josiah reminds me as he rubs my side. “You know he will be. And you can call him every day. We will be on a Hawaiian island, not too far away if we are needed.”
“I know, I know, but that doesn’t make it any easier, does it? I can’t help it. I can’t help myself.”
“I know you can’t. But we have something that we need to do now to distract ourselves. We need to get packed up to go. In all the madness, we haven’t managed to do that yet, have we?”
I laugh and nod. “Yeah, you’re right. But I won’t need much more than some bikinis anyway.”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that! You in a bikini… get me on that plane already. But then again, we are going to have a private beach just for us. You might not need to bring a bikini at all.”
“I could use an all over body tan.”
He tickles me and I giggle hysterically, squirming to get away from him. Then as I spot the naughty glint in his eyes, I grab his hand and drag him towards the house and to the stairs. We do need to pack very much, there is no denying that much, but there is something else that we need to do first and that is consummate this marriage of ours. It has been a few days, we haven’t had much time, but tonight I’m going to make time.
I kiss him much more passionately than I did at the end of the aisle and snake my tongue between his lips, making my intentions very clear. From the intense way that he kisses me back, I would say that we are both very close to exploding. Our first time as husband and wife is certainly going to be intense!
Chapter Epilogue – Josiah
The sun flickers off the ocean like the embers of a flame, causing me to push my sunglasses further up my face. The brightness is gorgeous, as is the heat from the sun, and the scenery is incredible too… but none of it compares to my new wife. She is the prettiest thing around. I watch her swimming through the ocean with ease, an expression of intense relaxation covering her face. After the last six months of stress planning a wedding, and the three years of stress that came before that, she needs this really badly. I’m glad to see her calm.
From here, it’s really difficult to tell but I know and that makes it much more exciting. Paisley is swimming through the ocean naked, her bikinis remain firmly in her suitcase. Since we are on a very private island just for us, she hasn’t bothered to wear clothes at all. Just sun screen.
That is the best use of my money that I have ever managed to find.
When I decided that I wanted to spend some time alone with Paisley, I meant really alone. I want us to have some time to just be us and that is what we have been granted. With anyone else in the world, so much alone time would be really hard work. I don’t think I would be able to stand it, but I love everything about Paisley and that includes her company. I could do this for the rest of my life given half the chance.
Paisley seems to sense me watching her and she swims towards the shore. As she steps out of the water with droplets of it spilling down her body, I instantly become hard as a rock. It seems I have been like that for most of this trip. On fire, needing to have her, hungry for her body. Our passion hasn’t died at all over the last few years. If anything, it has just gotten more powerful. I can’t see it ever fading. No matter what happens.
“Good job it’s so hot,” Paisley comments as she gets closer to me. “I don’t even need a towel to dry off.”
“Nope.” I pop the P excitedly. “You just need to stand right there in front of me, looking like that.
“Oh yeah?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully at me. “You like that, do you?”
She strikes some model like poses, playing around, but when she’s all naked and wet, the ocean water lacing her skin, it is way more sexy than it is funny. She is just absolutely stunning. Too much for me.
“Yeah, I like that. Keep doing it for me, baby.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and rake my eyes up and down her body, making my desire for her very clear. She shivers, not from the cold, but from the gaze, I am piercing through her body. She pouts her lips out to me and extends her arms wide, inviting me in to hug her. That is not an invitation that I am going to turn down! I leap to my feet and grab her before kissing her really hard.
My swim shorts seem to melt away; I don’t even know where they go. Lust has the better of me and my head is spinning under the sheer weight of it. Paisley has me naked in seconds and is down on her knees with me between her lips. Her tongue works my cock in an expert way, nearly sending me flying.
“Fucking hell!” I yell out as I knot my fingers up in her hair. “Shit, Paisley.”
This is made so much hotter by the fact that we are outside. There is the thrill of getting caught without the actual risk of getting caught. I don’t think we have had sex anywhere inside since we got here. The beautiful white sand from the beach has been getting everywhere… not that either of us mind.
My muscles tense up; I begin to tremble violently. I can feel a deep pleasure beginning to build. My cock is eager to explode in her mouth, to see my seed fill her lips, but I also want to plunge inside her too.
“Paisley, I… I need you,” I gasp out, knowing that she will understand my pants. We know each other almost better than we know ourselves. “I want to be inside you already.”
She whips her mouth away from me, but I don’t take her right away. First, I drag my fingers along her soaking wet slit, groaning at how wet she is for me. Fuck, she’s always soaking for me and I love it. She is on fire, desperate for me, making animalistic sounds because she wants me to be inside her, but I will have to make her wait for just a little bit longer. There is something I want to discuss with her first.
Maybe, as her head lolls
to one side and I can see her eyes glazing over with pleasure, this isn’t the best time in the world to ask this, to make life changing decisions, but I’m pretty sure we both know the answer to this anyway. She wants it and I do too. Me asking it just a formality.
“Do you want to make our family bigger?” I half whisper as I move my fingers out of her. Instead I trail them along the soft skin of her hips. “Do you want to have any more kids?”
Her head snaps towards me, she looks at me with an intense clarity that wasn’t there before. “Do you?”
“Of course, I do. Freddie is a wonderful kid and I would love to have more. I want to do it right this time around and be there from the beginning, you know? If that’s what you want as well, I mean.”
She rolls her hips against me and grins. “I would definitely like that.”
“So, we’re really doing this?” I push her soaking wet hair out of her face. “Are you sure?”
I tease her entrance with my cock and smile. “It seems like you’re very fertile. So, you need to be ready.”
She nods and kisses me hard, answering me with her body more than words. She wants this, she is ready for it. I slip into her bare back, for the first time in a very long time, and the sensation is intense. A grunt bursts from the pit of my stomach and explodes free like an animal as I thrust into her over and over. I lift her from the ground and plunge deeply as she wraps her legs around my back, kicking me to slam me in further.
This moment is perfect, this honeymoon is wonderful, everything about it is incredible. This woman is my happy ever after wrapped in to one delightful package and I cannot wait to see what the future holds. We cling to one another, sending each other flying high, screaming out each other’s names as we do.
As I leave my body and I become nothing but pleasure, I am in awe of this stunning woman. She is everything to me. The one-night stand became the best, most wonderful relationship of my whole damn life.
All the hardships, all the fighting, it is all worth it to be here right now. None of the past matters. All I care about is what is happening, right here right now, and the bright and beautiful future that awaits us. God, it’s going to be glorious. With Paisley, I know that it’s going to be amazing. How could it not be?
I fell too deep with Paisley, I didn’t have any right to fall in love with her, I knew that I wasn’t right for her and that her family would not like it, that I would never be good enough, but I went ahead and did it anyway. I couldn’t help myself. She sucked me in and wouldn’t let me go. Not that I have ever wanted her to let me go”!
Who knew that one night of fun would be the best decision of my whole damn life? That it would lead to all of this?
I don’t regret it one bit.
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I hope you enjoyed reading the story. If you are looking for another panty melting holiday romance, then you would definitely enjoy “The Perfect Gift”, which was amongst the most sold on Amazon a few months back. I have included a sneak peak of “The Perfect Gift” for your reading pleasure on the following pages!
Enjoy Yourself!
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35
Sneak Peak: The Perfect Gift
She’s my sister’s Best Friend
And I want to give her something…BIG!
I am a billionaire businessman with an empire to run
Women were just an after thought in my life
Until that hot Christmas Eve
When I fell for those amazing curves of hers
It was supposed to be just for one night
After a long gap I see her again at my sister’s wedding
She’s still HOT as ever but avoiding me
I guess she is hiding something
Don’t worry son! Daddy’s gonna win back your Mommy!
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Chapter 1: Dex
As the small symmetrical icy crystals floated gingerly from the sky and landed on the lawns of Central Park, I felt a sadness swell inside my chest. It was Christmas Eve, a time I relished when I was growing up. My parents always decorated the house to match the festive nature of the city with garlands, lights, and the smell of cinnamon and pine. They threw big lavish parties at their sky-high penthouse in Canton Commons. The wealthiest families in New York would put aside their high natured snobbery to bring gifts, food, and merry greetings to share with everyone else. As children, my sister Natalie and I would run around the house with the other children, playing with our toys and soaking up the feeling of Christmas. It had always been my favorite time of the year.
Years later, I found myself staring at the lights twinkling in the park, people walking hand in hand through the Christmas Eve snow, and carolers wishing people well, all the while feeling nothing but the silence of a now mostly empty home. After my parents died, the holidays stopped feeling like a magical time. There were no more parties, no more crackling fires, and the decorations sat in storage boxes, hoping one day to be picked up and used again. My sister loved Christmas and tried to keep the spirit alive but it was too much for one person. With me running the company now, I didn’t have time for such frivolous things as holiday parties. It almost felt like my parents took the holidays with them when they passed.
Neither Natalie nor I had a family of our own, so we either spent the holidays with each other or I went to work and left her to her own devices. This year, with my pending travels approaching I decided not to work on Christmas Eve. I tried not to be the scrooge, so I gave my employees off on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Usually, I ended up spending that time alone in the office, eating Chinese food and watching A Christmas Story while going over financial reports. Everything was settled this year since I was going to be leaving soon and so there I sat, reminiscing and staring out at the city. It was cold outside, colder than any Christmas I remembered and even inside the penthouse, I kept my sweater on to fight the chill. I could hear Natalie down the hall, getting ready for something, though I thought she would be spending the evening here in the penthouse.
I pulled up the number to the local Chinese delivery place and figured I’d order us some food for the night. I didn’t know what Natalie liked to eat anymore, so I sat waiting for her to come out of her room. The fact that she could always keep a cheery attitude during the holidays comforted me. I looked up as she walked quickly down the hall and pulled her coat from the closet. She put on the wool pea coat and turned back, surprised to see me still sitting in the living room.
“Oh,” she said, slightly startled. “Dex, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be working like you do every year.”
“Since I’m leaving in a couple of days, I figured I’d break that habit and spend Christmas Eve here with you,” I replied, watching her face twitch nervously. “You look like you're going somewhere.”
“Yeah. I, uh, I was going to go spend Christmas with a friend,” she said, walking over and sitting down on the arm of the chair. I could tell the quietness of the house was really starting to get to her and I couldn’t help but be disappointed by the idea of spending Christmas Eve alone. “I should have mentioned it. I’m just so used to you always being at work that I honestly didn’t even think to say anything.”
I shook my head, trying not to make her feel guilty. After all, she was right, I didn’t even take weekends off anymore. The last time I had any time off was for her birthday and I didn’t really take off, I just left the office at five instead of midnight. Natalie had gotten used to living her own life, without any real family to spend time with. Part of me wanted to tell her not to worry about it but the other part of me wanted to ask her to stay and hang out.
“Why don’t I do this,” she said. “I’ll call and make sure it’s okay and we can just go together.”
I nodded and smiled, deciding that spending the holidays with people I didn’t know was better than being alone. I watched as she walked back in the hallway and called her friend. She talked for a few minutes and then hung up, bouncing cheerily out to the living room
and waving me over. I grabbed the bottle of hazelnut liqueur I bought for tonight and we walked down to the garage where my car sat waiting.
Since I gave all my employees the night off, I drove myself, slightly confused as I made my way out of Manhattan and through the boroughs. We ended up in Brooklyn, which was weird since I assumed Natalie meant she was going to see one of the rich kids she grew up with. However, as I pulled up in front of the five-story brick walk-up, I realized whoever we were visiting had much less than we did. I almost felt foolish having thrown on my seven hundred dollar Gucci sweater and ungodly expensive belt. I smiled at Natalie as we got out, stepping over the piles of snow that had been pushed off the streets by the plows. I was glad she didn’t see my confusion. I didn’t want it to look like I was being judgmental toward her friends. That was my sister though, if you didn’t know her as a child, she seemed like any other normal girl from a middle-class family. Her heart was always too big for her to ever come across as the snobby rich girl from the upper East side.
As we climbed the stairs I could smell food cooking in the oven and I started to relax. The warmth of the glow coming from under the door already made me feel at home. Natalie knocked and we stood back as we heard footsteps from inside. The door flung open and a short round woman with curly red hair and rosy cheeks answered, smiling big and wrapping her arms around Natalie. She smiled warmly before turning to me and pulling me down for a hug. I laughed from surprise but welcomed the happy greeting.
“Come in, come in. I’m Andrea,” she said, stepping to the side and waving us inside. “You can put your coats up there and then follow me back to the kitchen. That’s where all the magic is happening.”
I set the bottle of liqueur on the floor next to my snow-covered shoes and hung up my jacket. Natalie smiled big and squeezed my arm as she walked forward. She took Andrea's hand as they walked toward the smell of food and the sound of Christmas Carols. Natalie looked really happy just being in this place. I instantly felt better about leaving her for my travels since she seemed to have made her own little family right here in Brooklyn. As I turned into the kitchen I looked around at the apple wall paper, farm themed wall hangings, and cook books propped on shelves all over the walls. It was like I had been transported from Brooklyn to a farm house in the country. There was a large turkey on the counter next to several bowls full of all the normal Christmas food.