by Lauren Wood
“Turn around, so I can get the buttons that are going down your back.”
I thanked him before I turned my back to him. I didn’t feel him for a moment, but then his fingertips started to brush against the nape of my neck as he started unfastening one of many fastens. As his hands went further down my body, I was unable to stop the need that arose me and aroused me. He was killing me, and all he was doing was helping me with a few buttons. How was I supposed to live with him and be around him all of the time, if I couldn’t even let him unbutton my dress without wanting to fling myself at his feet? It was rather crazy really.
By the time he was done, I was completely bothered, and I couldn’t even look at him. I don't know if that was what he wanted to do, but that's what happened. I couldn't even look him in his eyes and instead, I just laid down. I covered myself up with the sheet and tried to ignore the fact that I was only wearing me under things and some stockings. I hadn't brought anything with me and I didn't know if it was going to be here later. The show was supposed to take care of all that, but maybe they’d done it on purpose. I really wasn't sure.
He got into the bed next to me after there was some wrestling on the other side of it. I knew that he had taken some of his clothes off, but I wasn't sure how much of it.
When he slid in to pull me against him, I could feel the hard length that was pressing into my ass and I jumped a little bit.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Spooning you. You seemed to like it last night.”
“Why do you not have any clothes on?”
“Because I sleep naked. I thought you got that last night.”
I had woken up to him naked, but I was under the impression that it was because we have spent the night having sex. I didn't realize that he was going to sleep naked all the time and I certainly hadn't thought about it until this moment.
“There is no way that I'm going to be able to sleep in the same bed with you, if you're going to be naked.”
“I really can't sleep with clothes on. There suffocating.”
“Well if we're going to sleep together, then you’re going to have to get under the blanket or another sheet. And be careful where you're waving that thing around. No spooning.”
He pressed it up against me one more time, before I smacked him, and he backed away.
“Fine, fine. Have it your way but you know damn well that we could be having a lot more fun right now than taking a nap.”
I know that what he said was true, because I was thinking about it even though I shouldn't have. It was really hard not to, when I knew how good he could make me feel. All I had to do was ask, but that meant to swallow my pride and it wasn't something that I could do. I just didn't want to.
He finally gave me a little space and I was able to breathe again. I know that I was being a little bit dramatic, but this was all a bit too much. If this had been just another stranger, none of this would be happening. He would have had no right to press his hard cock against me. This was happening because it was Danny.
I don't know how long I laid there, but I finally did go to sleep. Only I didn't get a break from Danny, because now he was in my dreams too. It was a replay of the night before and I woke up breathing hard and soaking wet.
When I looked next to me, I could see the large expanse of his hairy chest. It hadn't been that long ago that I was running my fingers through his hair and they itched to do it again. I like touching him and I liked even more the idea that this was going to be my view, every time I open my eyes. I could certainly think of worse things.
My eyes traveled down his body, as much as I wanted to, because he wasn't awake to stop me. He was hard everywhere, and it seemed like the lower parts of him could feel my attention and it started to rise up as well. I had to look away because my cheeks were starting to burn and the wetness in between my legs was becoming cumbersome.
As much as I'd like to say that I was able to tell myself no, as easy as I was able to tell him no, the truth was, I couldn’t. Danny was who I wanted to be my husband and I could think of nothing else but consummated the marriage right now. He was on his back and I smiled at myself when I thought about how easy it would be for me too straddle his waist and slide down onto his hard-on. Not only would it be easier, but I knew that it would feel so good.
I was afraid to wake him up because then I would have to say something to him or even worse, maybe he would know what was going on in my head. I didn't want him to know. That was the last thing that I needed right now.
So, I ran away. I was getting pretty good at that, but this time I couldn’t get dressed and take off. There was no wedding to go to. It had already happened, and we were together now. There was no going back or calling this off.
The only place I had to run was the bathroom, which worked out pretty well, considering I was so damn horny. I wasn’t going to be able to take care of it in the way I wanted, but that was okay. I was going to get the release that I needed, so that I could get through our first breakfast together.
I went into the bathroom and turned the water on, letting the room get steamy. I took off the last little bit that I had left and stepped into the hot water. It was relaxing, but it hit my nipples and didn’t help the needs that I was feeling all of a sudden. It was all just too real, and my fingers replaced the area the water had massaged.
I closed my eyes and thought about Danny as I touched myself. It wasn’t the same, not hardly, but it was better than nothing.
Danny
“You better be thinking about me when you do that Deirdre, or I think it’s cheating.”
I had woken up alone and I didn’t like the thought that my wife had done another runner. It seemed like something that she was rather good at because she had taken off the morning before and I had never even felt her move. Usually I was a pretty soft sleeper.
So, when I heard the shower running, I of course had to go investigate. I was hoping that she would change her mind about the whole no sex thing. I mean, if we were going to be married that was one of the best things about the union. How could we just forget about the most important part of a marriage?
Deirdre jumped a mile high when I said that to her and I almost felt bad because I had to reach out and catch her, so she didn't fall down. She grabbed onto me and it took a minute for us both to realize that her naked breasts were even against my chest. I looked on for a moment and I couldn't get all of her out of my mind.
“What are you doing in here Danny?!”
“I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted to make sure you hadn't left me again.”
“So that's why you had to come in here and pull the curtain back?”
“No that just seems like a damn good idea when I realized you were in here naked.”
“You are shameless.”
“I most likely am. There isn't much that I would want to do, but be right here, right now. For what you were doing in here, I can imagine that you are ready to take this to the next level? Are we ready to consummate yet?”
“You just don't seem to get it, do you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that this is not a regular marriage. We are doing this for the money, remember?”
“Of course, I remember but that doesn't mean that we can't have fun while we're doing it. Do you really want to go a whole year without sex? One of the things that we both agreed to was not cheating. I know that I don't want to go a year without it.”
She was hiding behind the shower curtain than I wanted nothing more than to pull it away and see all of what she had to offer. I had seen it all before, but the light was good in this bathroom and I wanted a better view.
“So, are you going to go or what?”
“Go where?”
“I don't know where you need to go Danny. I am in the shower and you need to go somewhere.”
“I actually do need to go. I'll close the curtain if you want me to though.”
I started to pee, and she made an
exclamation on the other side of the curtain.
“You couldn’t just wait a minute?”
“No when you first wake up, you really got to go. Isn't that like that for you?”
She didn't answer me for a little bit and I had a feeling it was because she was pissed off. I was not handling this well and I liked to believe that it was because it was hard for her to get over me. I don't know what I was thinking when I put myself in this situation. I really wasn't. I certainly wasn't here for the money. The truth was I was here for the girl.
“You're not going to make this easy, are you Danny?”
“Not when I know you want me.”
She jerked on the other side of the curtain and I knew that I’d said something that got to her.
“Get over yourself Danny.”
I was going to take that as a yes, even if it meant that I wasn’t going to get to hear her admit it. I didn't really need her to admit it, because I knew the truth. I could see the look in her eyes.
“Okay fine, I will go. Is there anything you want me to get you for breakfast? or lunch. I don't really know what you like. I'm hungry and I want to order some room service.”
“Just get me whatever.”
I don't even know what that meant but I needed to get the hell out of this bathroom before I did something that I’m going to regret. It was day one of the marriage and I already want to jump my wife's bones. She was also already telling me no. That didn't seem to be a good sign for the rest of the marriage.
I waited a couple of minutes before I trusted myself to move past the bathroom door. The hotel room wasn't that big, even though it was a suite, but it seemed even further to the bed somehow. All of the blood had to rush to my cock and now there wasn't any left in my brain. It took a minute for it to resettle and redistribute the way it was supposed to. Now I was able to think again, and my mind went to the picture-perfect female form that I saw only moments before.
This was going to be harder than I thought it was going to be. I don't really know what I thought. I thought that she would see what an opportunity it was for us to be so close now. She would want to be married to me, but that didn't seem to be the way it was at all.
When she stepped out of the shower, I could tell that something was on her mind and I didn’t have to take all that much of a guess to figure it out. She wanted me. It was just that easy. I could see the desire in her eyes and a flair of disappointment. She hadn’t been able to finish, and I was rather glad for that. It meant that I had made it harder for her to replace me.
“Did you have a nice shower?”
“Yes, before you so rudely interrupted me.”
“Did you not finish?”
If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. She just had this way of cutting her eyes until they were barely slitting on her face.
“Anyways, did you order something? I am hungry too, and thirsty.”
“I am way ahead of you.”
She smiled at me for the first time that felt genuine and I knew that I was going to have to order food more. This wife of mine was going to take some getting used to. I wanted to get to know the ins and outs of her, sure that it was going to be worth the effort. I had already gone pretty far for her. I had married her after all.
I gave her the wine and told her that I had to make a call to work.
“Oh, okay. Well you call your boss and I’ll get dressed.”
“I am the boss.”
“Of course, you are. Well you can wait in the bathroom or in the hall, but I got to get dressed.”
“What are the cameras going to think if they see me standing out in the hall? I thought you didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to us?”
“Yeah, I did say that… Fine, just turn around and promise me that you won’t peak.”
“Promise.”
That was one of the hardest promises that I had said and had to keep. I certainly didn’t want to keep it. I wanted to turn around. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen it before, but it was a sight a man could see over and over again, and it never got old.
Deirdre
“What is going on in your mind? You should see the look on your face right now.”
“I was just thinking about how different this turned out, then I thought it would.”
We were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, with at least ten different meals ordered in front of us. I didn't know what he was ordering, but I certainly hadn't imagined this. It looked like he ordered the whole menu.
“So, what are we supposed to do with all this food?”
“Try it and see what you like. We really didn't have time the other night to talk about our favorite foods and such, so I figured I couldn't go wrong if I got a little bit of everything.”
That seemed to be a pretty good idea to me. I couldn't believe that I was here with him. That we were married. This was all just a little too much. Every time I turned around, somebody was naked, and Danny kept popping up at the most inopportune times. It was like he had a knack for it or something. I'm really not sure what it was, but he was making it all the more complicated.
The food was good and for a little bit, we talked with some light music on in the background. I was hungrier than I thought I would be, and he made a comment about how it was nice for a woman not to eat a salad.
“Women eat salad on dates. Were married now, so the truth is going to come out a whole lot sooner.”
He chuckled a little bit and asked me if that was really a thing.
“It is. When you date a woman you only get about ten percent of her. In marriage, you get another eighty percent.”
“And what about the other ten percent?”
“She has to leave something to herself, doesn't she?”
He looked at me a little oddly for a moment and I had to wonder what was going on in his head. It was like he was offended that I wanted to keep some for myself and I wasn't sure why. It didn't seem like too much to ask.
“I guess so. It is good to know that you don't like salads.”
“I do as a starter.”
“So, what is your favorite food?”
It felt like the first day, but I was wearing a slip and he was in boxers. We were sitting on the bed in the honeymoon suite and we both had no idea what was going to happen next.
If this was the first date, this was certainly very different than any other one that I'd been on before. It was strange not to wonder where it was going to lead. I already knew where it was going to go. We were married, there was no where else to go.
“Spaghetti.”
“Really?”
“Yeah really.”
“Can I ask why?”
He asked me like I had told him my favorite food was frogs.
“Because my mom wasn't a very good cook and spaghetti was about the only thing that she could make consistently. She made it every Thursday and it was one of the only times in the week that I knew I was going to eat. Or what she made was going to be edible.”
“That sounds rough.”
“Is your mom a good cook?”
He didn’t seem to want to talk about his childhood. I had asked him about his family a couple of times and he kept changing the subject. This time I wasn’t going to let him put me off. I would wait him out if I had to. We had to get to know each other. He was my husband after all.
“No not really. I don't think my mom ever cooked. She had Shauna for that.”
“Shauna?”
“Yeah, she is the cook for the house.”
“Your parents have a cook?”
He nodded his head and told me that they did. He said it so offhandedly like everybody had cook and waitstaff at their house. It occurred to me that that I had no idea what he even did for a living, or how he was raised.
“Wow Danny. I never would've pegged you for a rich boy. Did you have the trust fund and everything?”
His face fell for a moment and I actually felt bad that I had said that. It was apparently a subje
ct of contention for him and I wished that I was the type of person that could have been a little bit more discretion and had a filter on my mouth. I knew that it probably wasn't going to happen, but I could still hope, right?
“I did get my college paid for, but no, I don't have a trust fund. I refused it when I turned twenty-one. I wanted to set myself apart from the family. Stand on my own two feet.”
It was clear the way that he said it, that it was very important to be able to say that he did it on his own. He most likely had heard many comments like the one I just said, and I hated to think that I was like the people that had driven have to be so hard in himself about it. It obviously bothered him, and I certainly didn't want to make it worse. I made a mental note not to joke about it again.
“I'm sorry I said that. That was very flippant of me. I can't think of one person that I know very well, that has any sort of waitstaff in their house. It just doesn't happen in my neighborhood.”
“In your neighborhood?”
“I was born on the Eastside.”
“That is a rough part of town.”
I agreed because I knew it was. There was a long time now that I could have moved out, but I had actually gotten used to the place. Good or bad, it felt like home.
“It’s not too bad in the daytime if you live there. The nights can be rough.”
The silence permeated the conversation. Of all the things I thought I was going to learn about him, it wasn’t this.
“So, what do you do?”
“I’m into investing.”
“That doesn’t sound very exciting.”
“It can be, but it was the path I chose because it pays well.”
I just nodded my head. This man was rich, and I was starting to feel even more out of my element.
“Can I ask you a question Danny?”
“Anything.”
“Do you have a cook?”
He sighed out loud and looked away. I didn’t have to read his mind or hear his answer to know what it was. He did have a cook. Correction, we had a cook.
