by Stacey Pond
The ride to the State Room flew by. Chelsea found herself trying to calm down, breathe. Her mom held her hand. When they’d arrived, they took the elevator up. Chelsea could already hear the swelling of strings before the doors opened. Their wedding was being held in a harbor side room, the view of the water mixed with the setting sun a perfect combination of beauty and elegance. Chelsea’s dad switched places with her mom. Sangi handed her the bouquet of gardenias, their aroma strong and sweet.
Chelsea laced her arm through her father’s. For once, she could see the emotion written all over his face. She was scared for a minute that he would cry and she knew she couldn’t see that and keep her makeup on straight. The wedding march began. She glanced over at her dad, his composure slowly coming back. He nodded, kissed her on the cheek and they waited to begin their walk down the aisle.
They walked behind her cousin, Nina, the tiny girl throwing lilac petals as Matthew's cousin carried the rings. Once the bridesmaids and grooms were well on their way, Chelsea sighed. Slowly, she and her father entered the room. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked in, their faces glowing with pride and happiness. Chelsea could only see Matthew. He was dressed all in gray, he looked stunning standing up there, waiting for her, a smile on his face. It was a smile so genuine she thought his cheeks would crack. She felt her heart beating faster. She was going to marry the man she loved, there was nothing better than that.
At the altar, her father left her with another kiss. He did cry then. She fanned at her eyes vigorously. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She had never known her daddy to cry. She stood before Matthew, eyes bright, a wide smile to match his own on her lips. The entire thing was like a dream. As he spoke, she couldn’t stop looking into Matthew’s eyes, seeing the life that she would have with him from now on. All at once he was saying I do, slipping the ring on her finger gently.
“I do,” Chelsea replied, slipping his ring on his finger.
“By the power invested in me, you may kiss your bride!”
Matthew kissed her softly. Without warning he dipped her low, giving her one of those old black and white movie style kisses she loved so much. When they came up for air, the sound of applause was deafening. They turned to their family and friends, hands locked, knowing they’d made the right decision.
The reception was a blur of too much champagne, dancing and eating exquisite food. Matthew had insisted he pick the cake out for the wedding. When they wheeled it out, Chelsea covered her mouth in shock. It was huge, taller than her head on the cart they carried it in on. The cake looked like a mansion, little purple flowers all over it. Somehow they’d even worked little lights into the scheme. It was so beautiful she didn’t want to even cut it at first.
After they’d cut the cake, danced a little more and had one too many glasses to drink they sat down together. Chelsea kicked off her shoes, opting to go barefoot rather than spend one more minute in the heels. Matthew was massaging her feet as they looked out at everyone having fun, when his parents walked over. With them was a stunning woman. Chelsea could tell she was older, her hair white, but she was tall and held herself as if she were thirty. She smiled at both of them. She had those same stunning blue eyes at Matthew.
“Grandma!” Matthew hugged her tightly. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” she said kissing his cheek. “And you’re Chelsea. You’re so beautiful, dear. Give me a hug.”
When they pulled away from one another they smiled. Chelsea liked her right away. Catherine seemed to want to do everything in her power to get away.
“Oh stop fidgeting Catherine. Did you know she used to be a dog walker? Now, she acts like she’s too good for anyone. Chelsea, don’t pay her even a little bit of mind. I’ve heard the awful things she’s said, it’s ridiculous. You’re a wonderful woman and you make my grandson happy, that’s all that matters.”
Chelsea tried to stifle a laugh. “Thank you.”
“Mom,” Lyle said, “be nice.”
Catherine was a deep shade of red. Matthew’s grandma scoffed, shaking her head. She wished them a good honeymoon while Catherine stormed away, little miss drama as always. As the night wound down, Matthew checked his watch.
“Ready to head for the airport? Our flight’s coming up pretty soon.”
Chelsea nodded. “Let’s go.”
The women of the group gathered around as she announced she was going to throw the bouquet. Closing her eyes, she turned from the group and tossed it over her shoulder. Excitedly she turned around to see Sangi holding it with wide eyes. Chelsea laughed so hard, she felt tears prick at her eyes. Finally, after everything was done, they made their way to the waiting limo, slipping inside. Matthew leaned forward, kissing her so deeply she moaned against his mouth. She couldn’t wait for the honeymoon to start.
*****
A fourteen hour plane ride wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but doing it on a chartered jet was a lot better than being cramped into coach. She and Matthew were so exhausted they fell asleep no sooner than the jet had taken off. They leaned their chairs back, holding hands as they drifted off together.
Chelsea woke up a few hours later. She gently slipped her hand out of Matthew's and headed to the bathroom. She had hours ago traded in her wedding dress for a cotton white dress. She fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror so she’d look decent when Matthew woke up.
Two hours later, rested and ready to enjoy their honeymoon, they stepped off of the jet. The warm air was invigorating. Matthew picked up their car. Before she knew it they were driving, but she was too anxious to start enjoying her vacation. As they got closer to where they would be staying, she spotted the bungalows standing proudly over the water. She reached a hand over, holding Matthew’s hand tightly. She didn’t think she’d ever been so happy.
They were so excited, they dropped their bags off in the bungalow before slipping into their swimsuits. The water was cool against Chelsea’s feet, but she didn’t care. Slowly, she got used to it. She sighed.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said as she swam up to Matthew.
“Yeah, it is. Look at you though, making the island mad with how hot you look.”
Chelsea shook her head, laughing. “You’re so cheesy.”
“You love it.”
Matthew examined her body in the two piece red bikini. It had orange flowers and a wrap that matched. It laid against her brown skin perfectly. Chelsea could tell by the look in his eyes it probably wasn’t going to stay in one piece for much longer. She tried to lead him to shore, but he pulled her back.
“In a minute,” he whispered.
His fingers ran over her body beneath the water as his lips found hers. She kissed him back, the heat in the kiss making Chelsea gasp against his mouth. His fingers found the front of her bikini, he slipped a hand inside. His mouth went to her neck, tracing her skin effortlessly. She moaned. Slowly, he slipped his hand back out of her bikini bottom and swam back to shore. She followed him. Matthew was leading her back to their bungalow, the look on his face that of a ravenous wolf. A tingle passed through her body in excitement.
Chapter 8
Matthew opened the door, pushing it open so Chelsea could walk in front of him. As she did, she was in awe. In the short time that they’d been down at the water, the room had been transformed. There were rose petals on the bed and floor. A rich, sweet vanilla smell drifted through the room. Electric candles flickered almost making them look real. She turned to Matthew.
“This is so beautiful, thank you.”
He ran a hand over his hair. “I did the best I could. They didn't want real candles in the bungalow, all of the wood, you know?”
Chelsea laid her hands on his chest before she placed a kiss on his mouth. She sunk into him, letting herself enjoy the long lingering movements of his tongue against hers. His hands slipped down her sides, graced her hips before finally resting on her round ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze making her moan into hi
s mouth. Slowly, she pulled away.
“I’ll be right back.”
Chelsea disappeared into the bathroom with her smaller bag in her hand. She dressed in lacy, white lingerie. The top was a corset that pushed her breasts out. There was a lacy,white thong, stockings and a garter belt too. She’d let her hair curl in waves to her shoulders. Smiling at her reflection, she slipped on a little lipstick and her heels before walking back out into the bedroom slowly.
When Matthew looked up, his eyes went wide. She could see him taking in every inch of her, wanting every part of her. She grinned. As if in a trance he walked to her and held her hands.
“You look, beautiful.”
Chelsea grinned before she led him over to the bed. He’d already stripped down to his boxers so she slowly slipped them off of him. She sat on her knees between his legs, letting Matthew drink in the way she looked. His cock was already hard in her slender hands. She leaned forward, let her warm breath wash over his cock. She saw the tremble, heard the caught breath. She smiled, excitement traveling down to her already wet pussy.
Tentatively she traced her tongue along the head of his cock, the taste of his precum delicious on her lips. She gave her lips a lick, looked up at him as she lowered her head. She teased his cock, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, twirling her tongue, alternating between fast and slow licks. She flattened her tongue, ran it over his balls before she slipped one and then the other into her mouth, sucking gently. He was holding onto the blanket on the bed, gasping and moaning. Chelsea ran her tongue back up to the head of his cock, slipped it inside in one go. She moaned as it hit the back of her throat sending spasms down his legs. She worked her mouth up and down his cock, savoring the feel of him passing through her lips repeatedly.
When he couldn’t take her constant attention, he slowly slipped her mouth off of his cock before pushing her into the mattress. He didn’t remove her panties, he ripped them off. The fabric breaking against her skin made her moan. Matthew pushed her legs apart, ran his tongue over her pussy. He trailed his fingers through her juices, used them to slip two fingers inside of her. She moaned, her back arching from the bed as he flicked her clit before sucking on it gently.
Chelsea’s moans seemed to turn him on even more. The speed of his fingers inside of her warmth picked up, pushing against her spot until she was a mess of nerves and moaning. He pressed his thumb against her clit, worked it in circles until she was in a frenzy of pleasure. Her legs trembled, her fingers slipping into his golden hair. He groaned as her fingers tightened and relaxed around his hair. She was begging him to fuck her, to stick his cock in her, her words running together causing him to grin.
Matthew climbed on top of her, the look in her eyes filled with so much lust he felt his cock twitch excitedly. Slowly, he pushed his way inside of her. He would slip every inch in, then slip it back out, repeating the slow process until Chelsea was on the verge of pushing him down and taking him. As if he’d seen it in her eyes, he pinned her arms down to the mattress. Her breathing was low and heavy as he teased her.
“Please,” she begged, “please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me!”
Matthew grinned, but he shared her thoughts. He wanted her in the worst way and he was doing nothing but teasing himself too at this point. He pushed his cock back inside of her, filling her up. His hand slipped under her back, held onto her shoulders to let him go in even deeper. Her legs automatically wrapped around his back, the cool material of her heels resting against the hot skin of his back. Matthew worked his hips in small circles, every movement making Chelsea’s wet pussy clench around him. His mouth found hers, his tongue invading her mouth both rough, but sweet. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her lips. The sound of their moaning filled the space to bursting.
Matthew placed her legs on his shoulders before he pushed himself up on his hands. He picked up the speed of his thrusting, sweat dripping from his body as he concentrated on hers. She opened her eyes and kept them on his as his thrusting became harder inside her body. It was Chelsea’s turn to grip the blankets as pleasure washed over her, clearing her head of any thought, but the connection they had at that moment. He gave one final thrust as her orgasm overpowered her. She couldn’t stop the cry that had gathered in her throat as he spilled his cum inside of her. Spent, he rolled off of her. They laughed before he kissed her mouth softly before gathering her up in his arms. They fell asleep to the sound of water slapping against the bungalow.
*****
Chelsea and Matthew spent their honeymoon in an array of laughter, passion and bliss. They ate more than was necessary, drank too much and danced until their feet hurt. It seemed like a dream staying in such a beautiful place. They did everything from snorkeling to partying, when they weren’t confined to their bungalow ripping each other’s clothes off. Ten days had gone by quickly though. Chelsea was sad to have to leave the small island. She clicked the pictures of them, smiling.
“Everything’s all packed. Are you ready?” Matthew asked.
Chelsea shook her head. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
“I know babe, but we’ll come back. We’ll go lots of places you’ve never seen before and you’ll fall in love with them just like you did with this place.”
Matthew gave her one of his amazing smiles before he kissed her. Taking her hand he led her away from the bungalow into the waiting car. They didn’t bother trying to stay up on the flight back, but leaned on each other and slept. Chelsea couldn’t stop thinking about the sound of the waves crashing into the bungalow at night. The smell of sweet island flowers, or how Matthew had made her feel happier than she ever had before.
By the time they’d touched down in Boston, Chelsea forgot her melancholy just long enough to realize she missed home. Her apartment was home, nothing could compare to that. Our apartment, she corrected herself. She glanced at her ring, happy all over again that she’d made the decision to marry Matthew.
As soon as they reached the apartment, Chelsea ordered pizza while Matthew grabbed beer. It felt good to be back to what she knew. They took the entire box, sitting it on the coffee table as they watched tv. Chelsea called Sangi and her mom just long enough to let them know she was back and that she’d post pictures tomorrow. Once she was off the phone, she curled up next to Matthew on the couch.
He buried his face in her hair, smelling the strawberry shampoo she always used. Running an arm around her waist, he pulled her in tighter. Chelsea smiled. The feel of his body pressed up against hers was the safest thing she’d ever felt.
“Are you ready to go back to work tomorrow?” He asked.
She shook her head. “Can’t we just live on the road, never work again?”
He scoffed playfully. “What would we do on the road Mrs. Rawlins? How do you propose we’d survive?”
Chelsea rolled over to face him. “I’d sell my paintings, you’d play your violin and we’d fuck everyday, all day until we were sick of each other.”
Matthew laughed. “Let’s do it. I’d never get sick of you though.”
Chelsea laughed as they wrapped up in each other. He kissed her softly, making her melt against his body. His hand started working his around her back, the fingers pulling her bra apart.
“What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly.
“The honeymoon’s not over until we have to go back to work.”
“I agree,” she said quietly. He kissed her once more. They spent the evening on the couch.
Chelsea groaned as an alarm played in her dream. It was loud, blaring. She slapped Matthew’s arm a few times until he groaned himself. The sound stopped before she felt him shift near her. He shook her shoulder softly.
“Time for work.”
“I don’t wanna,” she said groggily.
“Come on.”
Matthew pulled her from the couch before he led her to the bathroom. He adjusted the shower for them as she stripped out of her clothes slo
wly, Sleeping on the couch had been a bad idea. Her back was sore and stiff as she tried to shed her clothes. Matthew helped her out of her shirt before they stepped into the shower together.
“I close on that big property today, if everything goes well. Want to celebrate afterwards?”
“Does celebrating involve leaving the apartment?”
Matthew laughed as he pulled her wet body against his. “Not if you don’t want it to.”
If Chelsea had thought the attention on her and Matthew’s relationship was bad before, it got even worse when they walked into work on Monday. People didn’t seem to want to talk about anything else besides the wedding, where’d they go on their honeymoon, when they were going to have kids.
“Never,” Chelsea said jokingly.
“Awww, you don’t want babies?” One of her co-worker’s asked.
“Not for a long time,” she said before she excused herself to slip into her office.
Chelsea settled behind her desk before turning on her computer. She had a list of emails she hadn’t even dared to look at while she was taking her vacation days. She scrolled through them now, wishing that she’d at least waded through them a little. There was a knock on her door.
“Come in,” she called absently.
The door swung open slowly revealing Mr. Whitehill. He walked into the room slowly before he settled into one of her chairs. The man was out of breath again. She wondered how fast he’d come running once he realized that she was back.
“Hello, Mr. Whitehill, what can I do for you?”
“I just came to say congratulations on the wedding,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“And on your promotion.”
“Promotion?” She asked carefully.
“Yes. Kim and I discussed it while you were away and we think you’re ready. We’re making you a partner.”
Chelsea sat stunned. Her finger was still poised over the touchpad of her laptop. Was she hearing things? It was surreal. Being partner had been her dream for years, to see it come true made her freeze. Slowly, she began to come back to the real world.
