9 Ways to Fall in Love

by Caroline Clemmons

  “What are you doing, Red?” His eyes were huge and his lips broke into a smile.

  “I am screwing my husband in a hammock on a private island on my honeymoon!” I paused to lean down to him and whisper in his ear, “Lie back and enjoy it!” Without a second to waste, I mounted him and rode both of us into ecstasy.

  I rested my head on his chest. We were slick with sweat from our lovemaking, he still inside me and the hammock gently swaying back and forth. The ambiance around us peaceful, as we just listened to the waves crash the beach. He finally broke the silence, “Where on earth did that come from? You continue to amaze me, Alexandra. That was fantastic!” He pulled my hair back so tightly that I had to raise up and make eye contact with him. He wouldn’t allow me to be shy or embarrassed around him.

  “I’m not sure where that came from, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself!” I said with a slight giggle.

  “Baby, you weren’t just with me, you took charge and were riding me with fierce determination. You just blew my mind! You can do that any time you want!” he exclaimed, while he planted soft kisses to my lips, neck, and ears before holding me tight.

  We enjoyed the peace and quiet a bit longer, then decided to go for a swim and try snorkeling. The water was beautiful, so clear that it had the appearance of glass. The fish swam around us and loved our presence playfully. We had the opportunity to see a school of dolphins swim by as we were writing our initials in the sand.

  The hotel had provided every amenity for roughing it, including a jet ski which was something totally new to me, but Grayson had ideas of showing off his watercraft expertise. Riding behind him was really fun, but scary at the same time. My guy really liked to go to the edge sometimes. We were airborne more than once and then finally, it happened. He hit the throttle and a wave came crashing at the same time, pitching me in the air. I came up sputtering and choking to find him laughing like a small child.

  “I’ll show you funny, mister! Don’t think I won’t get even!” I growled, but I couldn’t hold on to my sternness. I had to laugh too. It was fun, and the more time we spent riding around, the more he managed to pitch us both off a few more times before it was all said and done.

  Back at the cabin, Grayson was still full of his boyish charm. Grabbing the fishing pole from the storage shed, he yelled out, “I’m going to catch our lunch,” while heading down the shoreline.

  “Um, okay” I sputtered, trying to squash a giggle. Yeah, right, I’ll believe that one when I see it. Busying myself with our clothes, I came across the requested lingerie that he wanted for his treat. I also unpacked the little toy and gel that the girls gave me at the party and instantly thought back to the night before our wedding when he showed me how good it felt to use the gel and vibrator. What I’d been missing all those years! I put the items in the drawer in the bathroom to have quick access to them for a surprise later.

  With a salad and citrus dressing almost ready, I thought about the imaginary fish that we were going to have for lunch, when I heard, “Oh, Mrs. Brooks, I have a surprise for you!” from outside the screen door. I let out a gasp when I turned around to see him with his chest all puffed and manly as he walked onto the porch.

  I looked out the screen door, and holy cow! Grayson stood there holding a huge fish! He did it! He caught our lunch AND supper from the looks of it!

  “What kind of fish is it?” I asked, barely able to speak with my hand over my mouth.

  Still beaming with pride, it was hard for him to catch his breath to answer. “The chart in the shed said it’s a grouper.”

  “Can you clean it?” By now, I was giggling so hard I had to put the salad down. “How do you cook it?”

  “Duh, yes I can clean it. We can grill it. But first, get the camera. I need some bragging rights when I tell this story!” To humor him, I took his picture with the fish. He was smiling so big I think I could count all of his teeth.

  We listened to music and devoured an amazing lunch together. I didn’t realize romance like this existed until I met Grayson. It truly was our own version of The Blue Lagoon. I was doing the dishes, but I was off in a fantasy with the red lingerie, Grayson and sex play, when he came up behind me and began to run his hands under my tank top while kissing the back of my neck. He quickly pulled my tank top off and pushed my shorts down, removing my panties with them.

  He sat me on the counter, wrapped his hands in my ponytail, and gently nudged my head back to expose my neck. My pulse was full of anticipation and on display to him. He kissed the pulse point in my neck as he filled his hands with both of my breasts. “Do you know how sexy it is to watch you do dishes in those shorts?” he mumbled against my neck in between bites. His hands groped my breasts and pulled at my stiff nipples. As he urged me tightly to him, his erection became palpable through his shorts. I’m certain he could feel my heat on him. I wrapped my legs around him, thinking we were headed to bed. Instead, he reached between us to pleasure my clit with the pad of his thumb. The slow circular motion with slight pressure was making me slick with desire and bringing me close to climax. Inserting his fingers, he pulled back and looked at me as if something was amusing and he grinned big.

  “I forgot, we have a toy, come with me!” he asked, yanking me off the counter and into the bedroom. “Where’s that little wabbit?” His face was full of mischievousness.

  I answered him with a shy whisper, “In the bathroom drawer.” My heart raced with anticipation and my skin sizzled just thinking about him touching me with the vibrator.

  He wasted no time retrieving the toys and returned to the bed where I was sitting. He had the wabbit, the handcuffs, and the stimulator gel. “Do you trust me, Alexandra?” I nodded yes, surprise visible on my face. “Until now, you’ve enjoyed sex, but I think you’ve concentrated on my pleasure more than your own. I would like to show you a few tricks that will take you on a sensory journey, if you’ll let me, but you must completely trust me. Just say stop at any time, if you don’t like what we’re doing, okay?” I couldn’t find my words, so I just nodded again.

  He raised both of my hands above my head and handcuffed me to the headboard. Maintaining eye contact, he squirted some of the gel on his fingers and began to massage my outer folds before adding more for my clit. As he made circles with his fingers, I could feel the warm sensation and an increasing pressure inside. Moans began to escape my mouth as my breath came in more of a pant. With a gentle touch, he inserted the vibrating wabbit and began to move it slightly. “Tell me when it feels so good you almost can’t stand it. That’s THE spot.” He was serious, focused and all business.

  I screamed out in pleasure, calling his name, and began to rock my hips back and forth to the orgasm plowing throughout my body. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling and was naked over me. Helping me up, he turned me over so that I was now on my knees, facing away from him. Sex like this we’d done before, but never with handcuffs. This brought a completely new element to it and I had to admit, I think I’d moved away from prudeville!

  My vagina was so swollen and wet from my previous orgasm, adding in the sensation from the gel that I was now on sensory overload. No other word came to mind to describe it besides exhilarating. He wasn’t talking, he was just touching and feeling. With his fingers caressing my sex on the inside, my body rocked to close the gap between us. As he pulled his fingers out of my hot channel, I felt a pop from the suction that my vagina had on him. His shaft was hard and twitching against my hips and I knew he was ready. I was completely past ready.

  When he pushed his erection to my entrance, I couldn’t hold on past the excitement and I climaxed even before he completely entered me, sucking his stiff shaft deep into my folds. He rode out my orgasm, and then rode me hard, slamming deep in to me until he could reach his own climax.

  While still inside me, he reached up and unfastened the cuffs, allowing us to slink down onto the bed cuddling together. A little whimper escaped my lips, not from pain, but from pure gratification. I’d never known sex
like this, but all I wanted was more.

  After some time, he moved the hair from back from my cheek and whispered, “That was absolutely amazing, sweetheart. I love how you flush after your orgasm. It’s beautiful. It’s where I got the nickname Red.”

  “Hmmm” was all I could muster for a satiated response.

  “You’re too quiet, are you okay?” I could sense some question in his voice.

  “Yes, sweetheart, I am so profoundly satisfied, I have no words to describe it,” I answered, twisting my face back towards him for a kiss. We kissed briefly and remained in each other’s contact for a long time before he finally pulled out of me and rolled to his back. “I’m a very satisfied man, you’re one hot woman in bed! You’ve been holding back on me, Red!” he teased, grinning widely at me. I thought that that he might just be trying to build up my sexual mojo, but I appreciated it all the same. We cuddled and somewhere along the way, took a short nap.

  I woke up alone in the bed, hearing him call out for me to come to him. He was on the beach. I grabbed my robe and quickly made my way to him outside. He was in the water and I could see that he was naked. “You’re swimming nude? Those fish are going to bite off my play thing!” I yelled at him while laughing in hysteria.

  “No, seriously, drop the robe and come here, I want you to enjoy this.” I humored him and did as he asked. Skinny dipping in the ocean was incredible. But what he wanted me to see was that there was a school of huge stingrays swimming in our lagoon and we swam with them. He went to retrieve some of the food that was in the shed and we had fish and stingrays swimming all around us. With our snorkel gear, we enjoyed the rest of the daylight swimming with the fish, completely in the nude. It was the most incredible time anyone could ever dream of.

  We had dinner and wine out by the fire pit, cuddled in a blanket, listening to music along with the sounds of the ocean. Grayson sang along to “Lucky Man” by The Verve. I remembered back when he introduced me to the song and it became a favorite of us both. The words of the song rang true to me, but we were both lucky.

  Later, we found the stuff in the gift basket to make s’mores, so luckily we didn’t have to live off the land. He made love to me beside the fire and I think it was the most tender he had ever been with me, just slow, sweet rhythmic movements as I heard “Lying In The Hands Of God” by Dave Matthews in the background.

  No one could have ever described my honeymoon to me. There were no words to capture the moment, only the best of sensations.

  Chapter 14

  Although he hadn’t mentioned his “treat” again, I was saving the much requested red outfit for our last night in our special cabin. I wanted to leave him with special memories of my own. I enjoyed a long hot bath by candlelight and plotted how I wanted the evening to play out. When I left him earlier, he was outside on the porch enjoying smoking his cigar, something that he liked to do from time to time. I asked him about it once and he said that it was something his platoon did together after a successful mission in the Army. My dear, sweet, congenial husband has a different, dark side to him that I only get a glimpse of on occasion.

  Dressed in red lace cheekies and matching bra, I stepped into the black stilettos and wrapped his white tuxedo shirt around me. Opening the door, I saw that my husband was not waiting on me like I had plotted. I figured he would be in bed, awaiting his treat. Not so. I walked out into the kitchen and still no hubby. When I opened the screen door, I saw a glimpse of him with the fire light dancing on his face.

  Hmm, my husband was sound asleep in the rocking chair. Really?

  Our honeymoon, and my husband was asleep on me? No more whiskey and cigars for him. Reaching out to lightly brush my finger down his nose, he startled. “Sweetheart, it’s late, come to bed with me.”

  He opened his eyes and immediately gave me that boyish grin, “I just dozed for a second, angel, I’m coming in.” When he got up, he realized that I was in his shirt and the sound of my stilettos on the floor gave away my outfit. “Hey, you’re wearing my favorite outfit! I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten.” He was giddy like a teenager.

  I ripped off his clothes and shoved him back on the bed like a dominatrix with an attitude. As I continued kissing him forcefully, I managed to secure one of his arms with his handcuffs--he was shocked, so much so that he bit my lip. “Hey, boy wonder, what goes around comes around. Lie back and enjoy it. Of course, you can always say stop!”

  He licked the small bit of blood that had pooled on my lip. “No way, madam, this, I am sure to enjoy. Go ahead, have your way with me.” He grinned eagerly as he gave me his other wrist to handcuff.

  I stood and let his dress shirt slip to the floor, revealing the red lace underwear and black stilettos. There wasn’t much to the fabric, which left little to the imagination. I’m not sure who invaded my body with courage, but my husband wasn’t complaining. I possessed his body and had him writhing in pleasure. I rode him until he was tired and begging for mercy. Finally, he said stop.

  What? Stop, what’s with that? I took the handcuffs off, but tried to hide my disappointment. “Sweetie, I’m sorry, what did I do wrong?” I was on the verge of being mortified. I thought he was enjoying himself.

  “Oh, come here baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I loved every minute of being your slave, so much so, that it was tormenting me.” He put both hands in my hair and kissed me hard. “I wanted to make love to you, touch you and enjoy a fantasy with you in that outfit.”

  Before I could say anything else, he took my mouth with his. He had his way with me in more ways than one and I had a red ass cheek to prove it.

  Those slaps on my ass… There is something about spanking that triggers a tingling in my sex that is unexplainable but completely yummy. He promised me that I would enjoy the riding crop when we got back to the hotel and I promised to take him up on that.

  ***

  The next morning we packed our things and returned items to their rightful place and I found myself a bit sad. I didn’t want to leave our little cocoon. Grayson loaded our things in the boat and then helped me climb in. When he tried to start the engine, nothing. The battery was dead. I wanted to laugh, but he was so pissed that I just bit my lip and turned my head so he couldn’t see. He went to check the shed and found a battery charger. I climbed out of the boat and walked the beach while he hooked the charger up.

  While the battery charged we spent our last few moments in our private paradise making love and walking the beach arm in arm, the last hurrah in our sanctuary.

  The charger did the trick and the motor started. Grayson packed up the charger and we were off to the resort, hand in hand as we left our honeymoon paradise. We made a pledge to come back as soon as we could.

  “When we come back, your bag will be light. You’ll only be packing that red outfit!” he gave me a cocky grin.

  “But of course,” I smirked back at him.

  The hotel crew was ready for our arrival at the dock, transporting our things to his bungalow. We found Dad and Gretchen in the dining room having brunch. It felt like we had been away for months. Everyone else had returned home, except for our immediate families and Monica, to spend Thanksgiving with their families, leaving just us to enjoy a Polynesian Thanksgiving with a beach side luau and pig roast.

  “You’re beaming Alex! Did you enjoy your time away?”

  “Oh, Dad, it was amazing! I’m over the moon!”

  Grayson added, “Me too!” and we all laughed. We were already in our swimsuits, so we went down to the pool and grabbed a couple of chairs.

  While Grayson applied sunscreen to my back, I heard voices yell out, “Welcome back, lovebirds!” Talk about lovebirds, Harrison and Monica looked completely smitten with each other.

  “Hey thanks, bro, it’s wonderful, you should try it,” Grayson said, giving Harrison the nuptial nudge. He winked at me, so maybe he had already popped the question. Monica’s face gave nothing away, so maybe not.

  “What on earth is peeking out of
your swimsuit, Alex?” Monica exclaimed.

  I rolled over and faced her. I hadn’t thought much about my tattoo the last few days and Grayson only mentioned it once.

  “It’s a flower and petals disappearing in the wind. It says, every breath you take is a second chance…” I answered quietly.

  She immediately hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Oh sweetie, I know what that’s about and it’s beautiful! Was your time away good?” she asked while pulling back to look at me.

  “Amazing.” I nodded.

  They grabbed chairs by us and we spent the morning enjoying the sun, the pool, and some fantastic fruity drinks. I didn’t normally drink before noon, but heck, we were on vacation. We caught up on the happenings and of course, Grayson had to tell his fish story. Unfortunately, my phone was in the room, so he couldn’t show the picture to back up his tall tale. To give him a hard time, I kept showing the fish to be about six inches with my fingers. Each time I did that, he nudge me with his elbow. I never would back up his story, although I had one of my own. I told them about his bubble bath at the hotel the first night and of course, he wouldn’t confess!

  “Remind me to show you a photo later. You’ll see him in his bubble glory!” I quickly moved before he could elbow me again, but not before he had a chance to remind me about the big fish photo.

  After a while, Monica and I shared girl time in the pool. If Harrison had asked her to marry him, she wasn’t telling, so I was disappointed. I told her I had a lot to thank her for: the boudoir photo shoot, the racy lingerie, and the sex toys. It may have been her suggestion, but it was definitely my pleasure.

  We caught up on things and I realized what a great friend she really was. She had become like a sister to me. Sure, I had Bethany, but she was older and never around. Plus, she was really the quiet type and relished being her mom’s only daughter, so I didn’t cross that line with her.

  We had a fun poolside lunch and made plans to take a boat out later in the afternoon to watch the dolphins and go snorkeling. Not feeling well all of a sudden, I went to our bungalow for some medicine. It was my first time in the over-water bungalows and I found it really fascinating. In fact, I was in total awe. Even the bathroom had a view with a glass floor revealing a reef and fish.