Ireland
Where in the world did the night go? I thought to myself as I stretched out across an empty bed in a foreign room with my head slightly thumping like the music in one of the many clubs we skipped around to only a few hours ago. According to my phone screen that I found on a nightstand, it was nearly noon and if I remembered correctly, we rolled in around the time the sun was starting to come up in the East. The more I tried to focus on where I was, how I got there and what had happened, it all rushed back to me in flashbacks.
The amazing dinner, the dazzling ring—I couldn’t help but look at it sparkling on my finger—the nightclubbing, the shopping, the champagne… Oh, and the hired car that dropped us at the main event of the night as we were heading back toward our casino lounge. It was ironic that Jensen and I shouted “stop” at the same time, pointing to a white chapel that grabbed both of our attention.
It was almost a pass as we walked in, but thankfully the Elvis impersonator was saying his goodbyes to go do a hip-swiveling performance in an adjacent hotel. I think Montana and Novak were a little disappointed but they seemed okay when we let them select a wedding package for us. Well, to a point that is since they were keen on adding extras—such as a ridiculously cheesy, long veil for me and a top hat and cane for Jensen, both of which we vetoed. We did okay a simple white lily bouquet that Montana instructed me to throw to her—who else would I toss it to, I said silently to myself as I smiled at her. Of course, that meant that Novak got the garter tossed to him.
It was obvious that our best man and maid of honor’s alcohol blood levels were probably way beyond the limit. They did manage to stand alongside of us and I have to say that I was a bit giddy during most of the ceremony until we got to the best part and sealed the deal with a heart pounding kiss. I think I said “amen” after we broke apart because I remember people laughing and saying “amen” as we walked out. But seriously who could blame me, I married a hot guy who could kiss like no one I had ever kissed before in my life.
From that moment on, champagne never stopped flowing as we gathered a crowd to celebrate with us in a lounge in our hotel. Our wedding coordinators kept announcing our nuptials to anyone that would listen and invited them to toast to us, much like they had done earlier in the day—or the day before since it was after midnight. I thought that I recognized a few of them from the pool cabana, but things were getting a bit blurry…fuzzy…my cue to bring water into the mix.
I had no desire to be kicked out of the lounge nor did I want to be arrested for jumping into any fountains—I remembered that suggestion being mentioned. I wanted to be conscious of what was going on and I definitely didn’t want to be hugging a porcelain bowl. Especially not when there were better things to hug—namely Jensen…my husband. The champagne did relax me and made me start thinking about performing my wifely duties.
It was my wedding night so that made it perfectly acceptable to fuck a stranger. Could I still call him a stranger since we had spent hours together? Many people didn’t truly know their mates, they got to know them as time moved on. I mean, I know that at the beginning of every relationship the couple is on their best behavior. Flaws always seemed to work their way out over time. We were like any other couple starting out…and we were married…I already mentioned that, but it is important to point out that fact. It justified my desire to give myself to Jensen.
A good girl, I had waited twenty-nine years…and I have to say that it was worth the wait. He was a man, not some high school or college guy wanting to get his rocks off and brag to his buddies, nor some one-night stand or bar hookup. I did what my mother told me was important and waited for my husband. For some reason, thinking about my mother seemed so wrong and funny at the same time and I started laughing like a crazy woman.
In that moment of laughter, there appeared one gorgeous, larger than life, Jensen carrying a bunch of shopping bags. His love of shopping surely made him look even better since I love to stroll along window shopping—popping in a shop here and there.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, setting the bags down and joining me on the bed. Oh no, I thought in my head as his mouth met mine, followed by why didn’t I jump out of bed and brush my teeth. I always snickered and thought no way when I read romance stories of first thing in the morning kisses and there it was happening to me.
However, I was not about to pop out of bed at that point since I was naked. He had seen me the night before, but it was dark for the most part. The neon lights of Vegas did create enough backlight for me to see that he had an amazing body and a large appendage ready to say hello to me intimately. It scared me a bit, but that part of him came into play after he had wowed me with his hands and mouth.
“I was just thinking about everything that happened last night…or I should say, in the early hours of the morning. Things were quite eventful…”
Like how he slowly undressed me—no laughter during that part—and kissed each exposed area of my body. From my neck to my shoulders, his lips skimmed softly and spread goosebumps over every inch of me. He mesmerized me, causing me to leave my inhibitions at the door—inside that hotel suite I was a new woman on a quest for ultimate intimacy. I wanted to experience everything with him. No stopping. No excuses. Just to feel every sensation and to free my mind to nothing but pleasure.
“You have a pretty look on your face…you look happy…you’re glowing.”
“I am happy.” That was a true statement and the glowing part was probably because my mind was wandering to his lips drawing my nipples into his warm mouth; sucking them, nibbling them, licking them. I swear I could feel it like it was happening all over again. Maybe because they were pebbled and rubbing against the crisp sheet as I held it up against my bare skin.
“Something tells me your thoughts might include the view from our room.” I was sure that my face was bright red as I could feel the heat. He had tuned in exactly to the moment I was replaying in my head. I hadn’t even gotten to the part where he ran his tongue painfully slow down my stomach after my dress hit the floor. Or how he took too many minutes to slide my panties down my legs while following them with his hands and mouth. He tortured me until he reached my…
I attempted to change the subject. “What did you shop for now?”
“Are you really that interested in what is in those bags at this moment?” His voice was sexy and I really didn’t give a shit about what was in them, but I was feeling a bit shy. Which was completely silly in every way…and not. We were in the light of day that made a big difference and reality was looking me right in the face, leaning in for another kiss.
I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t let him kiss me deeply without at least swishing some water in my mouth—a toothbrush with paste was preferred. Thoughts of monster breath would not allow me to feel sexy. Bravery won out and I sprang from the bed, heading toward the bathroom, leaving the sheeting behind.
Behind closed doors, I heard him chuckle which made me smile and then it hit me as I looked at myself in the mirror while sanitizing my mouth with his whitening toothpaste—I left the evidence behind. The reminder that I had lost my…started my period… I remembered him saying it was no big deal when he came back from the bathroom at some point in the night. My fuzzy-ish brain didn’t quite focus on his words at that time since I was still reeling from a high I had never experienced. When I took my turn in the bathroom, I knew immediately why he said what he did.
Not that it was much blood but it was enough that it had to be on him. In the heat of the moment when his fingers were sliding through my extreme wetness and another orgasm was rolling over me, I didn’t worry about anything. I was floating as he moved his hard body between my legs and his mouth on mine made me dizzy. He moved perfectly for me; slowly in a bit, slowly out a bit—letting me adjust. It had to be obvious to Jensen that his package was bigger than the average man and he had to work a lady up to accepting his girth.
I have to say that I totally appreciated his gentlemanly behavior at that moment. It hurt as he eased in and I did bite my lip, but only briefly because his swiveling hip action and his delicious aim at a spot I thought was a myth had me relaxing and moaning. With each glorious movement he made, I raised up my hips to meet him until a foggy haze took over and my body shook and tightened.
“Are you coming out of there or do you want me to join you in the shower before we head out for brunch?” I heard his voice on the other side of the door and the thought of trying shower sex for the first time sounded pretty good. I unlocked the door and let a very naked and erect Jensen into the bathroom and he wasted no time—readying the shower and lifting me up to carry me in.
What a thrill! He did not disappoint me at all as he held me up against the tile wall of the stall, angling me while sliding me up and down his mighty length. I loved the feel of being in his strong arms, the feel of his slick body against mine…and filling me. I was thankful that we…he was too caught up in the moment to inquire about my cycle not evident as I wanted to avoid the whole virginity subject. I just wanted more delicious sexy time with him and the pure pleasure between us seemed to roll on and on—I never wanted to stop. But at some point we had to turn off the water, get dressed, and go out into the world before we had to say goodbye.
Once we were dried off, Jensen placed the shopping bags on the bed and I found panties, a halter top sundress, and flat sandals. After thanking him with a chaste kiss, we got dressed for brunch and then went on a little stroll before rejoining our friends to jet to the airport where we caught two different flights to the East Coast; one to Boston, the other to New York. I hated to say our farewells, but I did love the departing embraces and kisses that were so intense, like we may never see each other again.