Chapter 32
“I feel guilty leaving when Zoe's in labor.” Harper said, trying to convince me one last time that we should put our honeymoon on hold.
“Wes, and Zoe both told us to go. They'll call us as soon as the babies are born, and you know they'll send millions of pictures. I'm a selfish man Harper, and I want to be on a beach in the Bahamas worshiping every. Last. Inch of my new wife.”
“Well, when you put it like that.” She teased.
The announcement for the final boarding call rang out over the speaker system, and I gave Harper's hand a squeeze. “Ready?” I asked.
“Ready.” She smiled excitedly.
Our flight left at ten PM, and we only had one stop on the way. Our total time was a little over ten hours, and I was hoping we'd both sleep through the flight after the initial stop. Neither of us were fond of flying, but if it meant going to paradise, we could handle it. I gave Harper the window seat, so she wouldn't be stuck between myself, and some douche bag that was clearly eye fucking her.
She was wearing a comfortable pair of cotton shorts, and a plain white tee shirt, but the woman could make a potato sack look sexy. I made sure to place my hand possessively on her thigh when we took our seats. My pinky finger, may have grazed her panties, causing her to blush. She gave me the look, and I just smiled. She rolled her eyes, before resting her head on my shoulder, resigned to the fact that I was going to do whatever I wanted.
We were only in the air for an hour, or so before she drifted off to sleep. I kissed the top of her head, looking down at her left hand, admiring the ring she now permanently wore on her finger.
“Newlyweds?” The man beside me asked, noticing my cheesy grin no doubt.
“Yeah.” I said, turning my head away from Harper, and towards him.
“Congratulations.” He said, giving her the once over. “She's beautiful.”
“What happens if someone starts a fight on a plane? It's not like they can turn the plane around, can they? No. They'd probably restrain whoever started it until they could land safely somewhere. I guess we won't really know though, unless someone actually starts that fight.”
“It was only a compliment.”
“I saw the way you complimented her as she took her seat. I also saw how you complimented the flight attendants, and two other female passengers. That's why you get to sit with me.” I winked, turning back towards Harper once again. I was done with this asshole, and he needed to realize that before he said something to really piss me off.
The rest of our flight was silent, aside from my trying to convince Harper to join the mile high club. We landed in Nassau a little after eight AM the next morning. Our phones were dead, but I promised Harper that we'd plug them in as soon as we made it to our hotel. She wasn't happy about it, but she agreed.
We checked in, and as I unloaded our bags, Harper dug through her purse for the phone chargers. As soon as she was able to power her phone on, she checked her call logs, and text messages. “Well, we won't be sharing an anniversary with our niece, and nephew.” She said, grinning from ear to ear. “Zoe gave birth just after midnight.” Waving me over excitedly, I couldn't help but smile back. “Aren't they precious?” She asked, angling the phone so that I could see the picture. “Ava, and Ethan Granger.”
“I still can't believe that Wes, is a father.” I laughed. “I'm going to give him a call after I order some room service, I'm starving.”
“Husband.” Harper warned. “It's nearly seven AM back home.”
“You make a valid point Wife.” I said, pulling her into my arms. “You know what? On second thought, breakfast can wait. I've always been more of a dessert kind of man anyways.” I winked.
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes locking on mine. “Lucky for you, I happen to feel the same way.” The look in her eyes changed then, and before I could guess what she was doing, she slipped from my arms, and ran towards the bathroom. “Last one in has to do all the inventory when we get home!” She called out, as she tossed off her shirt.
“Two things.” I said when I jogged around the corner, and into the bathroom. “You cheated. And, I always do the inventory.”
“So what are you saying?” She asked, shimmying out of her shorts, and panties. “That there are no real winners here?”
“Judging by my view, I'm pretty sure I've already won.” I said, as I removed my own clothes.
“You always know exactly what to say don't you?” She asked, opening the shower door, and turning on the water.
“What can I say? You make a good muse Sweetheart?”
When the water was adjusted to the right temperature, I followed her inside the over sized shower. It had two seats, and a shower head at either end. One knob controlled the temperature for both, so neither person would be in that awkward position of being cold. I watched, as she wet her long hair. The water droplets were rolling down her skin, and I leaned down to capture one from her nipple. She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck when I moved closer.
“Have I told you how much I love you lately?” She asked on a sigh.
“Have I told you how glad I am, that you finally let me love you?” I countered, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Once, or twice.” She smiled, standing up on her tip toes to kiss me. I used her kiss as an invitation, and lifted her onto the bench directly behind her. The height was just right, and without any warning, I slipped myself into her waiting pussy. The water, and her arousal making it an easy transition. Her back was pressed against the cool tile, and my hands were on either side of her ass, angling her hips just right.
I thrust into her slowly, letting her get used to the position, but soon, she was pulling me closer, needing me to go deeper. I obliged, increasing my speed, and gripping her ass even tighter. She moaned whenever my erection hit the back of her pussy. I buried myself in her, stopping, and staying there for a while, using the break to claim her lips. My cock twitched inside of her, and I felt her shiver around me. “Tell me what you want Sweetheart.” I whispered gently against her lips.
“Cole!” She begged on a whimper, her hands moving to my hair, and giving it a tug.
“You know how this works baby.” I said, thrusting into her once again. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” I gritted out, before nipping at her bottom lip.
“You don't play fair.” She breathed out. Dropping her hands from my hair, she grasped the back of my neck, locking her eyes on mine. “Make me cum.” She whispered.
I liked to mess with her, to make her blush, but the way that she just demanded me to make her cum was the sexiest God damn thing in the world. I didn't wait. I did exactly as she asked, moving my cock in, and out, hitting her g spot with every thrust. I could feel her tightening around me, and it took everything I had not to lose control. I always made sure she came first. I was a gentleman after all. When her moans grew louder, and her nails began to dig into my neck, I slammed into her harder, and faster. Within seconds, she was falling apart all around me, and she took me right along with her.
We rode our orgasms out together, resting our foreheads on one other, until our breathing became somewhat normal again. “Marriage, officially consummated.” I said, raising my eyebrows.
“You're such an idiot.” She laughed, giving me a little shove.
I kissed her, before helping her down from the bench. Her legs were shaky, so I snaked an arm around her, pulling her under the spray of the water. We stood there, holding each other, letting the water drip down our bodies. Nothing could have been better. I turned then, reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the ledge behind me. I faintly felt her hand brush against my back, over my scar. She did that sometimes, when she was lost in her feelings, or feeling guilty. She hugged me from behind then, placing a soft kiss where her hand had just been. “I love you.” She whispered, her head resting against my back.
“I love you too Sweetheart.” I reassured her, grabbing her hands, to loosen her grip so that I could face her. “The past can't hurt either of us anymore.”
“I know that now. You made me believe that, and you helped me believe in myself.”
“See? I told you we should have wrote our own vows. We would have killed it!” I winked.
“There's always next time.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Are you asking for a spanking Sweetheart?”
“Maybe.”
I shut the water off then, picking her up, and tossing her over my shoulder. She squealed, as I carried her dripping body towards the bed. I gave her a nice smack on the ass, before gently tossing her onto the bed. “Cole!” She yelled, trying to contain her laughter. “We're soaking wet!”
“That's what housekeeping is for.” I said, crawling up the length of her body. “Now, about this next time.”