chapter Fourty
Honey Moon
LaSalle
I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed I am. My wife had the perfect wedding until someone decided to turn our guests into target practice. Instead of leaving for our honeymoon, I spent hours delegating hits on my top ten targets.
Uri and Logan wanted to handle it, but I will not be played in my own home. I needed to deal with it and fast. That shit back in New York with Tasha was just a warning.
I’d like to know who the fuck they think they are sending me warnings. I may have been sleepwalking the last six months, but I can guarantee that shit is over. If they wanted me, they should have tried this shit then.
“LaSalle,” Tasha purrs, as she walks up behind me on the outdoor balcony. She places her cheek to my back and her small hands on my stomach.
I brought her to Greece for our honeymoon. Thomas let me use his place here. It’s a gorgeous beach home. I can tell Tasha loves it. We’ve only been here a few hours. Hours, in which I’ve been on the phone barking orders.
I cover her hands with mine. Her touch calms me and I start to take in the view I’ve been absently staring at. It dawns on me that the sun is setting. I close my eyes and curse.
“Shit, Baby, I’m not being a good husband already,” I sigh.
“Bullshit, you are making sure your family is safe. You’re the perfect husband already,” she says against my bare back and kisses my skin.
I reach behind me to pull her little body in front of mine. Tasha turns in my arms to look up at me. I smile down at her, when I take in my white dress shirt, hanging open on her curvy body.
My wife has nothing else on but my shirt. My wife. I’m still wrapping my mind around that. I slip my hands inside and splay them on her back.
“I’m amazing at shutting that world out when I need to. I promise, I’m all yours from here on out,” I say.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she smiles. “You’re not the same person. Your role is different. You won’t be hiding much from anyone.”
“Shh, the universe might hear,” I murmur against her lips. “Let your husband think what he wants.”
Her laugh fills the air, bringing a bigger smile to my lips. I let my hand glide up her back, then down to her backside. Her skin is as smooth as silk.
I bite my lip and squeeze her soft skin. I look down at her full breasts and brown nipples. Her breasts are heaving and her nipples are erect. The sexiest sight ever against my tanned skin.
“Tonight, I plan to make love to my wife. In the morning, we’ll go sailing. I want to read your book. You said you’re ready to edit it. I can read it aloud to you. That will help, won’t it?” I ask, as I sway her to the music in my head.
“You’d read to me,” she says with the sweetest smile.
“Of course, Baby, I’ll do whatever you need me to,” I croon.
“Is that right,” she asks with a mischievous smile, as she looks up at me through her lashes.
I groan. “You know I will. Just ask,” I rasp. She is so sexy. These big brown eyes have me under her spell.
“Make love to me here,” she purrs and backs up until her back is to the balcony railing.
“Damn, I was hoping you would say that,” I lick my lips, stepping forward and dropping to my knees.
I lift her leg over my shoulder and inhale her delicious scent. Tasha can make a starved man slow down to savor his meal. I nudge her clit with my nose and smirk when she gasps. Tonight, I know damn well I’m going to play with my food.
I lick the outside of her lips, receiving just a hint of her sweet nectar. I let my hand glide to her knee and then under her thigh that’s resting on my shoulder. I palm her thigh and pull her open for me.
Tasha’s back bows, I dive in for a better taste, and she rocks into my face as much as my hold will allow. Every time I feel her on the edge of coming, I back off and nip her other thigh that’s barely supporting her. At this point, I’m holding half her weight and the railing is holding the other half.
“LaSalle, Baby, I can’t,” she breathes. “Please stop torturing me.”
I chuckle. I’ve only just begun, but I have mercy, and bring her to her first climax. It makes no difference. I can do this all night.
~B~
Tasha
My eyes roll in the back of my head. The breeze off the water is the only thing cooling off my overheated body. I have no words for the buildup and release LaSalle has just given my body.
What I do know is, he plans to do it again. I just know it. It’s in the way his eyes remain on me and in the way he is lapping up my juices. This is far from over.
My grip on the railing is so tight it hurts. My toes and calf hurt from trying to keep purchase on the ground, while my husband wreaks havoc on my body. My husband.
Just thinking the words throws me into a round of multiples as LaSalle sucks my nether lips into his mouth. I convulse against his face, but he shows no mercy. Not at all.
Instead, he repeats his former torture. Bringing me so close only to stop. Nipping my inner thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth, and then licking it to soothe it. I’m blinded with lust and barely contained pleasure as he treats my body as his own.
It is his. LaSalle can do anything to this body because without a doubt it is his. To prove that point, he slips a pinky into my rear hole. I gasp and come without so much as a thought.
“You’re so ready for my cock, but I want to feast on you some more,” LaSalle rasps, as he looks up at me.
“Please, I need you,” I whimper.
I want so badly to feel him inside me. I’ve never wanted something so much. This need is so deep, if I don’t feed it now, I will explode from deprivation.
LaSalle smirks and stands, releasing my leg he’s been pinning. He releases his belt, unzips his pants, and pushes them down his hips. In the next swift motion, he is lifting me by my waist, wrapping my legs around him.
His kiss is so tender; I feel my heart burst in my chest. Yet, there is a hint of something possessive to it. The railing bites into my backside, as he presses me into it. I cry out as his shaft slides into me.
I don’t know how, but it feels like the first time all over again. LaSalle stretches me to the brink, stilling so that we both can take the time to adjust. This is our first union as man and wife and it feels so right.
I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades, as he starts to move slowly inside me. He cups my jaw with one hand, tipping my head back, deepening the kiss. It is so overwhelming. I feel like fire is coursing through my veins, licking at my insides.
He groans and I whimper. Time seems to be suspended. The breeze is cool against my back, but LaSalle’s dress shirt provides a barrier to my body while his body heat scorches my front. He moves his lips to my ear, leaving me bereft of his kisses.
“We live together, we breathe together, we died together,” he breathes in my ear. “I want your trust, Baby. I want you to always trust me.”
“I do,” I whimper.
“Do you?” he asks and lifts me up over the railing.
I glance over my shoulder and gasp, as adrenaline fills me, but I trust him. We are high up over the rocks and ocean, but I know the man that has me in his arms will never fail me. I tighten my legs around his waist, not out of fear, but because I need him closer, deeper. I just need more.
LaSalle’s long, deep strokes are more than I can bare. I place my head in the crook of his neck and pant against his skin. I place small kisses on his neck.
“I love you,” I whisper out, in awe of how amazing he feels.
Despite being suspended in the air, I allow myself to get lost in him. When he leans to whisper back to me in Italian, I feel him all over my body. His words shoot straight to my nervous system and tingle every sense I have.
“Quando sei vieni per me, voglio che vieni sapendo che tu sei mia moglie, moi unico e solo, la mia preghiera,” he whispers softly to me. “Capisce?”
Do I understand? God, do I understand. For a man to whisper, ‘when you come for me, I want you to come knowing that you are my wife, my one and only, my prayer,’ that is just the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“Yes,” I gasp into his neck as my orgasm takes over me.
LaSalle lifts me from his shaft, placing me back on my feet. He pushes his shirt I’m wearing from my shoulders and the fabric floats down to our feet. He is still fully erect between us, but he takes his time to run his fingertips from my temple, down my face, to my shoulder, over my collarbone, over my breast, down my stomach, before crossing his fingertips to my waist.
His hand lands on my hip, shocking me when he turns me quickly to face away from him. “Grab the rail,” he rasps into my ear.
I do as he says. The portion of the rail my hands land on is cool to the touch, but I wrap my fingers around it and hold tight. I bite my lip as LaSalle enters me. It’s slow and torturous, but that doesn’t last for long.
He kicks my legs further apart, bending his knees and lunging into me. The grunts coming from his mouth are so sexy. I don’t miss the aggression, this is LaSalle at his finest. This is my man unleashed.
His fingers bite into my flesh. My teeth chatter. The beauty of the view set before me only heightens the sensations coursing through me. The sound of our pleasure mixes with the sound of the waves crashing.
I know exactly the point when he is getting close. I feel him swell inside, as he reaches for my hair turning my head towards him. Bending over my body, LaSalle delivers a searing kiss that turns my insides to jelly.
When I feel his first blast of heat fill me, my knees buckle. LaSalle doesn’t stop, he bands his free arm around my waist, holding me up right as he plows through both our release. I cry out as his teeth sink into my shoulder blade.
Once he has emptied himself inside me, LaSalle tugs me against his body, holding me close. When he releases my hair, I bend my head to rest it against the cool railing.
“Every fucking time,” he says when he catches his breath. “It never fails with you. You take me to that place beyond, every single time.”
I chuckle breathlessly. “You are not alone,” I pant.
“Come on, round two is in the shower,” he says against the back of my neck before kissing it.
I smile. I can feel we are about to enter our own little bubble. I can handle a week of this. Or at least, I’ll enjoy it as long as it lasts.