If Julian wanted to travel the world full-time I would do it with him. This thought brings to mind Derek. I carefully consider why I didn't want to travel with Derek. I realize that although I may have loved him, I wasn't IN love with him. With Julian I feel I can go anywhere and do anything with him by my side. He makes me feel alive and truly happy. Julian smiles when he catches me drifting away in thought.
“I'm in love with you,” I tell him and watch his face light up.
“I'm in love with you too.” His piercing blue eyes sweep over my face.
We spend the morning lying in shallow water, feeling the sun penetrating comforting warm rays into our skin, and I listen and laugh as Julian tells me about his mischievous antics from high school.
In the afternoon, Julian takes us by helicopter back to Maldives and from there we take a private plane to our next destination.
We arrive in Pangkor Laut Resort in Malaysia in the late afternoon. We are staying in the sea villa, overwater bungalows.
Once we have checked in, we enjoy a picnic lunch on the beach. After lunch, we hop aboard a motorized boat and go snorkeling. I see thousands of brightly colored tropical marine fish. In the evening, we have a dinner prepared by a personal chef on the private deck of our villa.
The next day, Julian rents a luxury yacht for the entire day to explore the Straits of Malacca and the surrounding islands. We take in breathtaking views as Julian holds me tightly from behind. We drop anchor at a beautiful spot, surrounded by jungle islands during which we swim and laze on deck soaking up the sun and passionately kissing.
We come back to our villas and dress for dinner. Julian wears a black William Westmancott Ultimate Bespoke suit. I notice he’s caught some sun, and has developed a perfect golden, dark brown tan. His dark features with the dark tan make him look astonishingly handsome. He’s wearing some irresistible, spicy, manly fragrance and when I lean in to kiss him, I linger, kissing and pecking the side of his neck where the scent of his cologne is the strongest. I want him to fuck me right now, but we are both starving and already have dinner plans.
We have a private dinner prepared by an executive chef in an outdoor pavilion by the koi garden. The stars light up the black sky, and the food is especially delicious. Julian ever so often lifts up one of my hands, brings it to his lips, and kisses every part of my hand sensuously. I gaze at him lovingly. He looks so unbelievably relaxed and happy.
After dinner, we gaze at the shining stars in the sky and listen to the ocean waves rolling along the shoreline. Julian wraps an arm around me and pulls me close to his side. I’m completely overcome with all my feelings toward him and the depth of my commitment to him.
I hug him tightly. “I love you so much.”
His arm tightens around me. “I love you so much too,” he whispers and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“Come, let’s go for a walk,” Julian whispers. We stroll on the beach hand-in-hand, listening to the waves crashing against the shoreline.
“I’d like to have a wedding ceremony next week, and if you like we can have another wedding ceremony with our friends and family. How does that sound to you?” Julian asks.
“Two wedding ceremonies?”
“Yes Cheryl,” Julian places an arm around me pinning me to his side as we continue to stroll down the beach.
“I’d love that,” I whisper, feeling butterflies. I want to be his wife as soon as possible. I want to be his forever.
“Well then I’ll get a priest and we’ll have a private ceremony on the beach at our following destination.”
“What about my dress?”
“You’ve already picked out a dress with Derek I presume?”
Oh my God, I haven’t thought about Derek in a while. He seems like a distant, far, and foggy memory.
“Yes I have. My dress was custom designed by Vera Wang.”
“Well with my connections I’ll have the same dress you ordered shipped to the destination just as we arrive.”
Wow, impressive. Is there nothing billionaires cannot do at a snap of their finger? They really do have the world at their fingertips.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The next day, Julian and I board a private plane to our next destination. We are staying at the Samaya Bali in Indonesia in the two-bedroom Royal Courtyard Villa. When I go into the bedroom, I find my wedding dress in the closet. Wow, it’s the exact dress I customized.
We go snorkeling and have a picnic during the day. I feel so carefree and relaxed with Julian. We constantly gaze at each other, hold each other, and kiss. We are completely love-struck.
In the evening, Julian and I have a private ceremony on the beach. There are white covered chairs and a white altar overlooking the stunning view of the beach. Throughout the entire ceremony as we exchange vows and wedding bands, my heart is fluttering with feeling of overwhelming love. Tears roll down my cheeks, and Julian wipes them off gently and whispers, “This is the last time I want to see you cry. Our perfect life together has just begun.”
After our wedding ceremony, Julian picks me up and carries me to our villa. We take a long bubble bath in the large hot tub and Julian pours us each a glass of Goût de Diamants champagne.
He raises his glass. “This is to celebrate our first night as husband and wife.” We click glasses.
We feed each other chocolate-covered strawberries while sipping on the champagne. It tickles my tongue with a floral, refreshing and creamy texture and ends with a light and elegant finish. The best champagne for the best night of my life.
Julian makes loves to me all night. I don’t know where he gets the endurance and I am exhausted after climaxing for the fourth time. He really wants to make it a night we’ll never forget.
We spend the rest of the week in honeymoon nirvana. We take numerous, long bubble baths, relax on the beach, take long strolls as we watch the sunset as well as wine and dine in our villa’s private wooden gazebo surrounded by candles. We also go horse-riding on the beach numerous times and Julian joins me for one class of yoga on the beachfront sun deck.
Indonesia will forever be my most favorite place on earth because we had our wedding here. Julian has decided not to leave Indonesia just yet and says he has another destination to take me to in Bali.
Julian has booked a beachfront Soori Residence at Alila Villas Soori. As soon as we get there, we go for a dip in the infinity pool framed by panoramic ocean views. In the afternoon, we go on a Kopi Luwak Voyage, enjoying a cup of Kopi Luwak coffee while admiring the exquisite landscape of Tabanan Regency.
The entire week we take advantage of the chauffeur-driven luxury car available to us 24 hours a day. We visit the Tanah Lot Temple, one of Bali's most sacred and most visited temples. He gives us a tour of the picturesque natural scenes and volcanic mountains.
On the last night of our stay, as we cuddle in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms, Julian tells me we are going to a new destination tomorrow.
In the morning, Julian and I take a private plane to Airways Hotel in Papua New Guinea. It’s so beautiful. The hotel is nestled into the mountainside in botanical gardens with stunning views of Bootless Bay and majestic mountains of the Owen Stanley Ranges.
Julian instructs me not to wear any makeup and to put on workout gear. I wear cute, white shorts and a red tank top. Julian is wearing black shorts and a tight, black, sleeveless top. We go to work out in the six hundred square meters of health club.
Julian doesn’t want to leave my side but I’m not about to watch him workout the entire time.
“Honey, I’m going to go on the treadmill.”
“I don’t want you to wander too far from me babe.”
“I’m just going to go on the treadmill. I don’t want to just watch you work out.”
Wow he is obsessive and overprotective but who wouldn’t be if they went through so much trouble to get their perfect partner and have to deal with the looming threat that it might be taken away. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized we’v
e been together twenty-four seven for the past few months, but couples need to be apart from each other too. I don’t want to suffocate him and I don’t want him to suffocate me.
“Okay fine go, but I’ll need to keep an eye out for you. Did you bring your iPhone?”
I pull out my iPhone from the back pocket of my shorts and show him. I’ve brought it to listen to music while working out.
“Keep you iPhone with you at all times so I can keep track of where you are,” he commands.
I nod my head and turn to walk away. I get the sense he is checking out my ass in the shorts I’m wearing.
The treadmills are facing the floor-to-ceiling windows with a magnificent view of the valleys, the sea, and the mountains. There are two fit men running on the treadmills, and I select the treadmill with no one on either side.
I pick up the pace and quickly feel my body heating up as I run my fastest. Once I’ve worked up a sweat, I slow down and walk for a few minutes. I feel someone looking at me from the corner of my eye. I turn and see a man in his early twenties standing before me. He has blue eyes, light brown hair, and a light golden tan. He smiles, shining the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen.
“Hello. May I introduce myself, I’m Paul.”
“Hello,” I murmur. Oh no, I hope Julian isn’t looking. It’s like as soon as I’m alone, I get chased instantaneously. Am I really that beautiful so as to have men picking me up at every chance they can get? I’m not even wearing any makeup!
“Your name?” Paul probes as he examines me thoroughly.
I better send him off before Julian notices. I lift my hand, showing him my ring. “Sorry, I’m married.”
“That’s not a problem. I’m just making new friends. It wouldn’t be a crime to give me your name.”
“I’m Cheryl,” I respond politely as I continue to walk on the treadmill.
A long silence persists as Paul scrutinizes me.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he finally says in a rush as if winded.
“Thank you,” I respond apprehensively as I look around the health club to see if I can spot Julian. I don’t see him anywhere and turn my attention back on Paul.
“You must be a supermodel or actress.”
“No, I’m just a wife,” I reply.
“Lucky bastard,” he says and chuckles quietly. “Must be the highlight of his life having you to himself.”
“I’m lucky to be with him.”
“To have a girl like you is every man’s dream.”
Although the compliments feel good, this is getting a little too intense. He’s drooling all over me.
“Well, I’m off, nice to meet you…”
“I’m from Australia,” Paul interrupts.
“Where are you from Cheryl?”
I stop the treadmill and get off.
“I have to go,” I try to brush him off.
“Please, I won’t take up much more of your time but I just want to know this…”
I look around but still no sign of Julian.
“I want to know if…”
Someone walks up behind me and wraps their arms around my waist. I know it’s Julian because I can smell him.
“Honey,” I murmur as I turn around and embrace him.
He is hugging me very tightly, possessively, and I can sense he is not happy.
“You’re Cheryl’s husband?” I hear Paul ask nervously.
“Who the fuck are you?” Julian barks at him.
“I’m Paul from Australia.”
“Well Paul from Australia, I’d suggest you back the fuck off, and stop trying to pick up other men’s females.”
Oh my God, the sweet and caring Julian that I know can also be so rude and abrasive toward other men.
“Sorry man, didn’t mean to intrude,” Paul responds.
Julian lets go of me, grabs my hand, and stalks out of the health club with me running along behind him.
“Fuck. I leave you for a few minutes, and you already have guys hounding you,” he growls.
We make our way into the hotel’s elevators. Julian pins me to the wall, places his hands on both sides of my face, and rapes my mouth with his tongue.
He pulls away and pierces me with his stare. His facial expression is stone-cold stern and I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side now. His possessiveness turns me on and my insides are already aching for him.
He says nothing as he glares at me, but I know he is going to fuck me hard as soon as we get to our room and I feel his length bulging through his pants against my leg.
I hear the ping of the elevator and he stalks out into the hallway, tugging at my hand as I run along behind him. We enter our room, and he locks the door.
He undresses me in a fury, ripping my shirt off for an extra effect, and I stand naked before him within a few seconds.
He pulls down his shorts, turns me around, position me down onto the ground in doggie, and I feel his erection enter me from behind. My insides are already so wet for him, and his erection slides in easily as he grinds into me.
He grabs all my hair in his hand and tugs, causing my head to tilt back as he picks up the pace, pounding inside me. He is penetrating so deep and tugging at my hair that I am gasping, moaning, and screaming at the top of my voice, begging him to slow down and take it easy. The more I beg, the harder he pounds into me, until I give up and take all he has got for me.
He grabs my neck tightly as he recklessly fucks me, brutally violating me inside. My mind goes completely blank and fuzzy as his length pierces me with stabbing strokes of fierce and intensive depth. I feel my body get tense and tight as I am building up to my climax.
The ache I feel inside is unbearable but the climax that comes is the most powerful and gratifying orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh Julian, you’re the best, you’re the best,” I scream at the top of my voice as Julian tightens his grip on my neck, slows, and pumps his liquid inside me. My insides squeeze his ejaculating length and I feel myself get faint as I collapse onto the floor.
Julian peels me off the floor, scoops me up into his arms, and lovingly cuddles me to his chest. He walks over to the bed, places me under the covers, gets in, and nuzzles me to his chest.
We lay quietly in each other arms. He runs his fingers lightly through my hair and down my neck, sending sweet shivers up and down my spine; making up for the aching sting I feel inside. I feel myself drifting in and out of sleep.
“Are you current with your birth control?” he suddenly asks me.
I pop my eyes open as I consider this. When was the last time I took my birth control? Last month was it? But I don’t remembering taking it this month.
“I don’t know honey. I’d have to check,” I whisper.
“Then check,” he commands.
“My iPhone is in the back pocket of my shorts,” I murmur. “Can you get it? I’m so sore.”
He slides out of my arms, retrieves my iPhone, and hands it to me. I hazily stare at the screen as I open my calendar app to check the date of the last time I took my pill. It was last month, the 27th, and today is the 30th. Oh no!
I glance up at Julian who is staring at me intently as he stands by the bed.
“Um, I forgot to take it this month,” I peek up at him.
He is unfazed. He takes the phone out of my hand, glances at the screen, and then puts it on the bedside table.
“Well, it’s up to you if you want to continue the birth control or not.”
I examine him closely and he appears indifferent.
"Either way, I'm good. It's your decision," Julian responds nonchalantly.
I really got into this traveling around the world thing and I'm still young. I can wait. I don't think I'd want to bring a baby into the picture now to interrupt our fun.
"I'm going to continue taking my pill."
"Okay as you wish."
"I'm having so much fun traveling with you. I want to continue doing this for a while."
"I'm glad you're enjo
ying yourself Cheryl."
"How long do you plan on traveling continually for?"
"As long as we want, I can work from my laptop when I need to. After the honeymoon destinations that I've planned, I'd like you to select some of the destinations you'd like to visit."
I'm reminded of Derek and his desire to travel and now I've realized I've caught the travel bug.
I'm surprised at Julian's lack of opinion, when usually he's so opinionated and knows exactly what he wants. "And what do you prefer? Would you want to have a baby or travel the world?"
"Cheryl I told you that eventually I want a child, but I want you to be 100 percent ready. Frankly, I don't care when we do. My main focus now is protecting you and making you happy and if traveling makes you happy then that's what we'll continue to do."
“Yes, I’d love to continue travelling.”
“I'd never thought I could enjoy normal, vanilla sex,” Julian changes the subject as he gets back into bed with me, cuddling me to his chest.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never just been able to have normal sex with a woman. I've always needed to overpower, dominant, and role play. The first few times I fucked you I didn't want to scare you off with my rape fantasies and it was truly about your pleasure just as much as mine. I never knew what it meant to love a woman until I met you.”
I prop up my head with my arm and gaze into Julian’s eyes. “We can still play out some of your fantasies. I really enjoy making you happy.”
Julian examines me as he considers my words. “I’ll think about it. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“Are they really that brutal?”
Julian is silent, his eyes piercing through mine. “Like I said, I’ll think about it. I appreciate vanilla sex with you and I’d have no complaints if all you ever wanted was vanilla sex.”
I’m not so sure about this. Men need variety and spice in bed, and I’m not so sure myself that I wouldn’t get bored of vanilla sex. I may want to try engaging in these rape fantasies that Julian has. It sounds so hot to be ravished by the man who I love.
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