Enlightened (Untwisted Series Book 4)

by Alice Raine

  It took barely a second before she had swung on the spot and flung her arms around my neck, covering my jaw in feather light pecks of her lips. ‘There you are! I was wondering where you’d got to. One more dance and then we’ll go,’ she said, starting to sway in my arms and rub her hips against mine. The two of us dancing closely caused a round of clapping and whistling, just like it had earlier when we’d had our first dance, but this time everyone was little drunker, me included, and I let my inhibitions down more and took hold of Rebecca’s hips as I started to move to the music, causing even more excited calling and laughter in the dancers around us.

  As the music died down and the next song started Rebecca turned her flushed face to mine, ‘OK husband, take me to bed.’ She blushed even further, almost as if she were embarrassed by the obvious knowledge that we would be having sex tonight. I wasn’t embarrassed at all, in fact, after that close pelvis to pelvis dancing I was more than ready, willing, and able.

  Unfortunately being the bride and groom at a wedding did have one drawback, we were popular with everyone, which meant it took us a further thirty minutes to actually escape all the well-wishers and break out into the cool of the night air to head down the front steps towards the lake house.

  As we reached the door to the lake house I unlocked it, pushed it open, and swung around to scoop Rebecca up into my arms, causing her to shriek and wrap her arms around my neck as she laughed and squirmed in my arms. ‘Shhh … you’ll wake your sister!’ I whispered as I carried her over the threshold and straight up the stairs to the suite of rooms we reserved exclusively. As originally planned, her parents and sister were in the rooms downstairs, but I’d organised it carefully and ensured that they were situated in the rooms to the right as far away from us as possible, which meant the rooms directly below our suite were empty. Oh yes, I planned on making my girl beg and scream tonight.

  The door to our actual room was propped open and I felt a fizzle of excitement at what we might see when we entered. It had taken some persuasion, but Stella and Louise had eventually worn me down and made me agree to let them decorate our room for tonight, I had no idea what they’d done, I just hoped that Rebecca would like it. With her still in my arms we entered the room and I immediately drew to a stop and grinned like a kid when I heard Rebecca gasp loudly as she saw the room. ‘Oh my God, Nicholas!’

  Placing her down I spun Rebecca in my arms so she was facing the room with her back pressed against my front. It was all a bit girly for me, but even I could appreciate that the room looked very romantic. The four poster bed had been draped with tiny white fairy-lights, candles lined every available surface in the room – orange blossom, from the smell of it, a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice by the side of the bed, and on the actual duvet itself they had arranged several dozen red roses into the shape of a heart.

  ‘This is incredible,’ Rebecca breathed as she turned her wide eyes on me. ‘Did you do this?’

  As much as I’d love to have been responsible for the pure delight on Rebecca’s face I couldn’t lie, so I shook my head slowly. ‘You have your bridesmaids to thank for this.’ Stepping fully inside the room I closed and locked the door and then turned back to Rebecca.

  Lust, desire, and an almost primal need to claim Rebecca and make her my wife in every way possible was creeping up on me thick and fast, but it had been a long day, and as much as I wanted to pounce on her and have my wicked way I wanted to check she was up for it too.

  ‘How are you feeling? Tired after today?’ I asked as I stepped up and slid my hands around the silky material at her waist.

  ‘I’m good. Today has just been amazing, Nicholas. I couldn’t be happier. I love you.’ Her small hands slid up the front of my suit until they were buried in my hair and tugging me down for a kiss. Rebecca was initiating it, was she? Perfect. That was just fine by me. ‘I love you too, Rebecca.’

  For a few moments we both just seemed content to lose ourselves in the kiss, exploring already familiar mouths as if they were new unchartered territory.

  Finally breaking our kiss Rebecca sucked in some air and then smiled at me shyly, ‘Will you free me from this dress? I love it, but the bodice is so tight I can barely breathe!’ Those intricately tied ribbons had been catching my attention all day until my fingers had been itching to untie them, so I wasted no time in stepping behind her.

  ‘It would be my pleasure,’ I murmured as I found the neatly tucked ends and began unlacing her. With each new row undone Rebecca let out a happy little sigh that I couldn’t help mirroring. Fairly soon it became clear that Rebecca wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her wedding dress, and as well as speeding up my unlacing, this revelation also had my cock hardening at the thought of her breasts escaping at any second.

  As the last few laces slipped free, the dress – which was actually remarkably heavy – slid down Rebecca’s frame until it pooled around her feet like a large snowdrift. Rebecca was now stood before me dressed in nothing but a little pair of white lacy knickers. I took a moment to savour the sight of her back and its beautifully soft, flawless skin and ran my fingers in a trail from the centre of her neck all the way down her spine, eliciting a small shiver as I passed over her ticklish spots.

  Quickly sweeping the roses from the bed I then scooped her up into my arms again, stepped past the discarded dress, and lay her down on the quilt before standing back to look at my beautiful new wife. A glimpse of something pink caught my eye as Rebecca quickly pulled her legs together and I frowned, an almost impossible vision springing to my mind. ‘Rebecca, open your legs again,’ I commanded softly, curious to see what had caught my eye – it surely couldn’t be what I thought it was, could it?

  With an embarrassed wiggle Rebecca shifted on the bed, raised one knee, and slightly parted her thighs. ‘Happy wedding day,’ she murmured softly, as my breathing accelerated and I blinked rapidly while openly staring at her groin. Then I think I may have stopped breathing all together. Holy fuck – it was exactly what I’d thought I’d seen. Rebecca, my sweet, unassuming, innocent girl, was wearing crotchless panties. Admittedly they were an incredibly upmarket pair, but they were crotchless nonetheless. I’m not entirely sure that I didn’t black out for a second or two, but the next thing I knew I was on the bed pressing her thighs apart like a mad man and running a swift swipe of my tongue right up the exposed pink flesh between her legs.

  ‘Ahhhh! Nicholas!’ she cried, squirming in apparent shock at my sudden frenzy, but the sexy sight of her clad in nothing but a pair of exceptionally tasteful, lace, crotchless panties had been like a trigger and there was no way I could stop now. Over the next few minutes my tongue made a full exploration of her exposed flesh; licking, nibbling, and sucking at her clitoris until she suddenly bucked below me and came undone, her soft flesh throbbing against my tongue in climax and her hands sinking into my hair and tugging.

  ‘Have you been wearing these all day?’ I asked between breaths, the idea almost driving me insane with lust.

  ‘Not quite, I changed in to these after the meal,’ she murmured, her cheeks red and eyes large after her orgasm. Shifting my weight to my knees I continued to lick at her to ease her down from her climax as I tucked both hands into the delicate lace waistband. ‘Lift your hips, Rebecca, otherwise I’ll be ripping these things off you,’ I murmured. It wasn’t a false threat either; the only reason the knickers were still intact was because it was our wedding night and they might be something she deemed special. That, plus the fact that I wanted to see her wearing them again in the future.

  Obediently, Rebecca lifted her hips and I dragged the thin material down her long legs and dropped them to the floor before kneeling up between her relaxed legs. ‘OK, sweetheart?’ I asked, trailing my fingers up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Nodding, Becky smiled up at me. ‘Mmm-hmm. I’m more than OK. Except for the fact that I’m naked and my new husband is very, very overdressed.’ Pushing herself upright Rebecca slid her hands inside my jacket and ran
them across my chest until she came to my shoulders and began to slide it off down my arms. The tie that had taken me so long to perfect was next, and then her nimble fingers began to work on the buttons of my waistcoat and shirt.

  As she finally released me from my shirt and it joined my other clothes on the floor I reached out and cupped her breasts in both of my palms, but to my surprise Rebecca gasped and grabbed my wrists to stop me. ‘Oh! They’re super sensitive after being trapped in that dress all day. Just give them a minute or two to recover.’ Not a chance in hell, I would make her feel better, it was my job as her husband after all. Twisting my wrists within her grasp I pulled a simple but effective self-defence move that circled my hands over hers and swapped her grip to mine. Then, once I was gently circling both of her wrists I pressed forwards with my body so she had no choice but to lie back on the bed below me. With her hands still trapped by her sides I lowered my head and licked gently at one nipple, flicking my tongue as softly as I could over the reddened tip. ‘Good? Or too much?’ I asked as I shifted my attention to her other breast.

  ‘Oh!’ she gasped breathily, ‘Good, Nicholas, so good …’

  Smiling smugly I continued with my gentle ministrations until both of her nipples were hardened peaks and she was arching her back, trying to force harder contact from me.

  Rearing up I practically leapt from the bed in my sudden desperation to rid myself of my trousers. Kicking off my wedding shoes I pulled down my trousers and boxers in one go and after shedding my socks I was back on the bed, practically smothering Becky in hot kisses on every part of her flesh that I could reach.

  Rebecca’s hands were roaming all over my back, leaving a tingling trail in their wake as her nails gently teased my skin. One hand began to skate around my hip and as she made contact with my throbbing cock I couldn’t help but gasp loudly and thrust into her warm palm. Christ, I was so close to losing it. The mixture of desire and lust in my system combined violently with my previous excitement from the day, not to mention my recent discovery of her crotchless knickers, and was driving me to a point of arousal so close to climax that I almost couldn’t cope with the touch of her fingers as she cupped me.

  Taking both her wrists in one of my palms I removed her touch from my pulsing erection and shifted myself up slightly so I could pin them above her head. Rebecca looked slightly confused by my move so I gave her a shy smile, ‘I’m so close, baby; one squeeze from you would have sent me over the edge.’ I watched as she returned my smile, lust igniting in those beautiful green eyes as her wrists went loose and pliant in my grip and she raised her head and claimed my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

  Breaking our lips a few minutes later I felt marginally more in control and manoeuvred the tip of my erection to her warm opening. I released her wrists and her hands immediately went to my shoulders, and then making sure we had full eye contact I began to press my length into her until I was buried to the hilt. Her body felt like a hot velvet glove around my cock and I had to pause while I allowed my simmering arousal to dim slightly. Attached like this, so very intimately and gazing into each other’s eyes, it seemed the perfect moment to tell her just how much she meant to me. ‘I love you Rebecca,’ I murmured softly, ‘Mrs Jackson.’ I added with a grin.

  ‘I love you too, Nicholas. I’m so happy.’

  ‘You’re incredible. I’m going to cherish you every day for the rest of our lives,’ I vowed as I pulled out to the tip and thrust back in smoothly and firmly. Enough talking. Now it was time to express my love in a wholly different way. As hard as I tried to prolong things, I was just too aroused, too in love, to make this last for long and my careful, rhythmic thrusts soon evaporated into harder, more demanding movements as Becky clawed at my back and met every one of my thrusts with an upward movement of her own.

  The room was soon filled with the scent of sweat and sex, and the air reverberated with the sounds of our heavy breathing as our naked flash slapped together repeatedly. ‘Nicholas … I’m close … together, please …’ Rebecca gasped, and I wasted no time in obliging my new wife as I thrust home hard and deep three more times, sparking her climax which in turn triggered my own as we both moaned and repeated each other’s names into the night.

  Rolling over I cradled Rebecca’s replete body to my side and heard her sigh contentedly against my chest. ‘You’ve made me the happiest man alive today. I love you, Becky,’ I murmured again, before she had a chance to fall asleep.

  ‘Not as much as I love you,’ she said, saying the jokey little reply we used with each other. I knew she loved me, and I knew she always said she loved me more than I did her, but my heart was so full with feelings for this woman that it felt like it could burst, and I just couldn’t fathom how she could possibly feel more emotion than I did.

  She was my everything. She always would be.

  As I cradled Rebecca in my arms and felt her gradually fall asleep on me I couldn’t help but smile. I think she had a pretty good idea that I had been serious when I said that I would cherish her forever, but I intended to keep to that promise every single day, starting right now. What an utterly amazing day this had been. I literally couldn’t wait for morning so we could start the rest of our lives together.

  Epilogue –Stella

  ‘Just one more push should do it!’ the midwife said from the bottom of the bed. One more frigging push and I was fairly convinced that I would split in half. ‘Come on, Stella, you can do it! One more!’ she said ridiculously cheerfully. I’d spent the best part of the last seven hours with this woman intermittently in between my legs, and I had to say, I now pretty much hated her cheery persona. I knew it was just an emotional response to the discomfort and pain I felt at the moment, but still, she’d clearly never given birth if she could refer to the ripping, heaving, heavy sensations in my lover half as ‘just one more push …’

  When preparing for the birth I’d read an article that said most new borns are in a state of ‘quiet alertness’ in the first hour after birth and that it is the best time to start the bonding process. Mostly due to this advice we’d opted for a relatively drug-free birth, a decision I was starting to seriously question, but I was determined for my first ever interactions with my baby to be lucid. Gritting my teeth I forged on and followed my orders by clinging to Nathan’s sweat-soaked hand and screaming down half the hospital as I gave the biggest push I was capable of.

  Two high-pitched cries rang out in the room, Nathan swore next to me, and then seconds later I saw the midwife holding a reddish-blue lump in her hands, covered in blood and what looked like cream cheese. Ugh. Well, that certainly wasn’t as glamourous as the Hollywood movies portrayed it, was it? ‘Mr and Mrs Jackson, you have beautiful baby boy,’ the midwife said with a flourish, ‘Let us just check him over and I’ll get him straight to you,’ she said as I craned my neck to try and see my son. My son. Glancing at Nathan I saw him looking equally as shocked as me with his eyes fixed on our son. Our son. We were parents now. Holy shit. This was all going to take some getting used to.

  There then followed a flurry of activity as I was sorted and cleaned off a bit and then before I knew it, a swaddled baby was being placed in my exhausted arms. ‘Completely healthy little fella. We’ll give you a few minutes alone as a family and be back shortly to finish off the cleaning up and check-ups,’ she said with a smile before the doctors left the room, leaving us alone.

  Looking down I saw huge, blue eyes gazing up at me and I immediately felt my throat close up with emotion. Yes, he was still covered in a bit of blood and gunk, but oh God, he was beautiful. ‘Would you like to hold your son?’ I whispered, rocking him gently in my arms. When Nathan didn’t reply I looked up to see him still stood staring down at us both, sweat rolling down his temples and his eyes wide with a slightly unfocused look to them.

  Taking a step back from the bed I saw his chest heave with several jerky breaths, then he started backing towards the door before spinning round and grabbing the handle. ‘I need to … I …
um … just let me have a second … I just need to … go …’ Yanking open the door I felt panic engulf me at the thought of him leaving me. Leaving us.

  ‘You are nothing like your father, Nathan. Don’t you dare walk away from us,’ I blurted, hazarding a wild guess at the cause for his panic. Considering I’d just given birth and was in mid-panic my voice was amazingly firm and controlled, but as the door slammed shut I did allow myself a wince.

  The noise of the blinds clanking on the back of the door filled the space as they swished back and forth from the force of the slam and I sat there still cradling my sleeping son.

  I stayed silent for several seconds, trying to make my thoughts slow down to something resembling normal speed. The main thought dominating my mind currently was that Nathan hadn’t left the room. He’d looked right on the verge of it, but then after my words he’d closed the door instead and was now stood with his back pressed against the wall, staring at me as he panted far too quickly to be healthy.

  ‘I wasn’t leaving you … I would never leave you … but I think I’m having a fucking panic attack …’ He wheezed as I watched his white-knuckled fists open out to flatten on the wall. ‘I need to do my breathing …’

  The love and relief that filled me was so immense I almost laughed out loud in reaction to it, but instead drew in a breath to calm my own near panic attack and then looked him steadily in the eye. ‘Do your breathing in here, Nathan, it’s okay, sweetheart, I get it. I’m pretty freaked out myself.’

  Nodding his head Nathan closed his eyes and tilted his neck back and began drawing in long, slow breaths through his nose and releasing them through his mouth. He was probably counting down too, but must have been doing so in his head, because I couldn’t hear it. All I knew was he must be doing an extended version of his relaxation technique, because he carried on for much longer than his usual five seconds before finally opening his eyes.