by Kerri Carr
There was no mistaking my marriage to Elliot. I glanced at the beautiful white gold wedding band he had managed to get me even on such short notice. Tears formed in my eyes and I blinked it away. I had been stunned when he produced it at the wedding to slip on my finger. The ring was one I had admired and shown to him when my fiancée had asked me to pick out the ring that I wanted. I never did show it to him because I knew he wouldn’t have been able to afford it. I would have also been content with the simple gold ring he had purchased for me, but there was something special about this ring. I didn’t know what it meant that Elliot had not only remembered but had also been able to get it in my size on such short notice.
I cradled my hand to my chest and fiddled with the trio of diamonds that made up the stones. It was perfect and so had been the wedding. Elliot must have taken care of explanations before I arrived at the wedding because there was hardly any commentary on the change of grooms. Their eyes had held questions but no one had voiced any.
“You have a lot of explaining to do when you get back from your honeymoon,” Lisa had muttered in my ears. “I heard about Drew, that son-of-a-bitch. I’d castrate him for you except for the fact that you found yourself a better man, the one you always wanted.”
Before I had been able to respond, Elliot had whisked me away for the dance. I’d spent the entire time wondering how long Lisa knew about my feelings for Elliot. She never said a thing and I always made it a point to hide it from everyone. Did Elliot know too?
“Oh honey, I’m so happy,” Mom had said, bubbling with joy. “I can say this now but I never thought Drew was the right man for you. Elliot and you… who would have thought? This is so romantic?”
If anyone saw romance in most situations, it was my mother. Divorced from a bad marriage due to her husband’s alcoholism, she had married a handsome and wealthy man. Her life had turned out perfect and she wanted the same for me. She thought the sun rose and set on Elliot. Of course she would be happy Elliot and I got married.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the subject of my thoughts announced, bringing me out of my musings.
I glanced over my shoulder at my husband who walked toward me. He looked relaxed and unlike me, without a care in the world. He was handsome dressed in expensive linen pants that flattened against his muscular thighs in the cool sea breeze. Her gaze shifted and she almost dropped her glass when I saw the imprint of his groin. I turned back to the railing and placed the glass on my left cheek to cool myself down. Suddenly I wished I was going to have a real honeymoon with this man.
“Just wondering how we pulled off such a feat and convinced everyone we were in love,” I remarked, not looking at him.
His actions wasn’t unlike anything he had never done before. He crowded me, his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin resting on my head. Although we didn’t grown up together, we had lived the lives of friends if not siblings. I never thought twice about gestures like these he would do to me. I had gotten used to it over time, but now I had to remind the hussy inside of me that Elliot wasn’t mine for the taking.
I was uncomfortably aware of his hand resting on my wide hip. I wasn’t skinny like his previous girlfriends. I had nothing to fear he would be seeing me naked. By my account, that wouldn’t happen now or any time soon.
He chuckled and dropped a kiss atop my head. “People either see what they want to see or they see the truth,” he responded. “Come, let’s dine on the balcony off my room. The chef has sent word he has prepared us the most scrumptious meal. All of your favorite.”
I loved to eat which he would have known already but now I didn’t want to eat a morsel in front of him. I smiled though, trying to act like everything between us was just as normal.
“Don’t keep me waiting then.” He smiled at me and tucked my hand into his as we crossed the deck of his private yacht. We were sailing from Miami to the Bahamas for a four day cruise. His luxury yacht was fully staffed and although it wasn’t the first time I was aboard, it was the first time I was the mistress aboard. When the servants smiled at me, I glanced away, suddenly feeling shy.
I never wanted dinner but now I was thinking of how long I would prolong dinner before it was time to go to bed.
Chapter 6
With a groan, I squinted my eyes open, wondering at my befuddled state. My head hurt and my mouth tasted like cotton. I was sprawled on my back and staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. I blinked several times to bring the ceiling into focus before rolling to my left side to take in my surroundings. It took me a good five minutes before I remembered where I was and why I was so confused.
Moaning, I hauled myself up to sit in the big bed. I was lying in Elliot’s bed, minus Elliot. I glanced over at his side of the bed, as pieces of my memory returned. Dinner with Elliot had been surprisingly easier than I had thought. It had been like old times with him entertaining me. I should have felt relaxed but it only left me feeling out of sorts because it meant nothing had changed between us at all.
More upset that I would have cared to admit, I’d started drinking more and more of the wine. I was never one for drinking, but I remembered Elliot chuckling that he should get me into bed. If only he had been in bed with me.
I sighed and glanced at the other side of the bed, wondering where he had slept. I couldn’t say for certain but the pillow next to mine had an indentation like someone had slept there. I pulled the sheet down from the bed and saw the bed covers were a little ruffled. Had Elliot slept in the same bed with me last night?
Although I wasn’t sure what had happened after I had become drunk, I did know for sure that nothing had happened between us. That was disappointing. He must have undressed me for bed though because I was wearing nothing but my panties. I blushed, thinking about him maneuvering my limbs and exposing my body. I wasn’t flawless like the women he dated. I wasn’t big but would never be petite.
He must have not cared for me knowing he had slept beside me because he was gone. The gentle swaying of the ship almost lulled me back to sleep, but I decided to get up and take a shower before he returned and found me still wearing my underwear.
I pulled back the bed covers and shuffled my legs toward the bathroom door. I pushed the door open and stepped inside the luxurious bathroom of porcelain and marble. The shades of black along with the white made the bathroom quite posh. The vanity were designed in the shape of two medium porcelain bowls over which the tap hung.
It took a while before I realized I was not alone. I froze as running water from the glass enclosed shower met my ears. This bathroom didn’t come with a hot tub since the hot tub was in a private area overlooking the balcony. The shower took up a good portion of the room.
I stilled, unsure what to do. I was certain Elliot was the one taking a shower. Besides the two of us, the only other people on board the ship were the servants. I inched toward the door, prepared to slip out quietly. No one would be the wiser that I had been inside the bathroom while he was taking the shower. My plan seemed sufficient enough until the tap was turned off.
I panicked which was the wrong thing to do. I should have hightailed it the hell out of there. Instead, I froze with my hand behind me on the door knob. The sliding doors of the shower pushed apart and a wet Elliot stepped out of the shower onto the bathmat.
“Carrie!” he exclaimed in surprise.
The door became a necessity to keep me upright. I clung to the doorknob and stared at the gorgeous man before my eyes. Although I had seen him wearing swimming trunks and bare-chested before, nothing could have prepared me for the way he looked entirely naked. He wasn’t just naked but, naked and wet. Water was dripping from his hair. My eyes followed a droplet that ran down his neck and down his chest before following the straight line to his groin.
A strangled moan left my mouth. I didn’t even try to hold it back. God help me but after today there was no way Elliot wouldn’t know I was into him. What I wanted was his well-endowed cock inside of me. I could feel my inner muscles clenchi
ng in anticipation of what I would never have.
“I-I’m so sorry,” I gasped and finally got the door behind me to open. I exited and ran over to the bed where I dropped onto my belly. I grabbed the pillow and stuffed my face into it while I screamed so it muffled the sound.
Chapter 7
“Carrie.”
I kept my face buried in the pillow and refused to acknowledge Elliot who entered the bedroom. I wished I could move for the sheet to throw over my body but removing required drawing attention to myself and I just wanted to curl up and die.
“Go away,” I said in the pillow and the words so muffled I couldn’t even tell if he heard me.
“I can’t. We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said and finally rolled over onto my back to look up at the ceiling. “In fact, can we just forget that ever happened. I really don’t want to think about it.”
When he didn’t answer, I hazarded a glance at him to find he was still gloriously naked standing before me. Not only was he naked but his cock was fully erect. I glanced up at him in confusion. Had I made him excited?
“Then let’s not talk,” he said, drawing closer to me. “Let’s do what we’ve both been thinking for a long time.”
My mouth fell open as he stepped between my legs. Leaning forward until he was lying on top of me with his arms on either side of my face, he stared into my eyes. I willed myself not to panic because I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. He couldn’t be playing with me. Dear, God the look in his eyes said he wasn’t.
“Elliot,” I gasped. “I don’t understand.”
“No? Then maybe this will help you to understand.”
Before I could respond, Elliot pressed his mouth to mine. I moaned, the feel of his lips rubbing over mine igniting emotions I thought had long been buried. That was all it took, his body touching mine and I erupted in his arms. There was no controlling the years of emotions that I had suppressed because I had believed this was impossible between us.
Well, impossible was happening right there in his bedroom on his yacht the day after we had married. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him close to me, sucking on the tongue he plunged into my mouth. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and I writhed beneath him, wanting to feel him deep inside my body. I wanted him so badly I could hardly wait.
“Elliot!” I gasped, tearing my lips away from his. “Oh my God, El.”
He kissed me again, effectively shutting me up. With a hand under my back, he unhooked my bra and I raised for him to finish pulling the materials from my arms. He released my lips then and stared down at my bountiful breasts. Self-consciously, I raised my hands to hide my breasts from his eyes. I didn’t dare to look at him because it would break me if he did so with anything less than adoration.
He took my hands and removed them from my breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured and the sincerity in his voice had me glancing up at him. I was stunned to find him staring at my breasts intently. “You’re so beautiful, Carrie. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
I wanted to ask him how long, but before the words could leave my mouth, his hands were caressing my breasts, stealing my breath. I leaned back into the bed, my back arching. I gasped when his wet mouth claimed one nipple. He licked slowly, taking his sweet time to pull the tip into his mouth while using his tongue to tease the bud. Wetness seeped between my legs, staining my thighs. I widened them and wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips.
“Elliot!” I gasped when he skipped over to the next breath. “Oh God, Elliot! I want you so much!”
He kneaded my breasts, playing me like an instrument. He was so skillful that I was content for him to go on with it and do his best job. By the time he released my breasts, I was delirious with passion. He removed my legs from his waist and hooking his fingers into my underwear pulled them down. I lifted my ass and allowed him to toss them aside.
Moving over me, he lay on his side and kissed me. His hands traveled over the gentle swell of my tummy and down between my thighs. My legs fell open of their own volition, having no willpower against him. His fingers found the heart of me and he stroked my fevered flesh concentrating on the tiny nub that pulsed.
I moaned and gasped, burying my face into his neck as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. He pressed harder into the flesh and I cried out from the intensity of emotions that washed through me. He stroked downwards and found my opening. He dipped a finger inside and then another. With two fingers inside me, he started a lazy rhythm, pushing them deep inside my crevice.
“Elliot, please,” I begged him. “I can’t… oh God please, Elliot. I need you. Please.”
“I can’t wait either, honey.”
He got up from the bed and grasped my hips. He pulled me so my ass rested on the edge of the bed. Grasping my legs, he wrapped them around his arms and nudged his cock at my opening. I gasped as his tip pushed through and he fed me his length. With one fluid motion, he filled me up, sliding into my body.
“Oh yes!” I moaned, a shudder running through my body. I grabbed a fistful of the sheet as he pulled back then thrust into me again. Over and over, he pumped inside my body, his hips rocking both of us with his rhythm. He picked up pace soon, his face determined and set as he clenched his teeth. Each of his thrust sent shivers running down my spine. I cried his name to encourage him faster and deeper until he was leaning into me and fucking me hard just the way I had envisioned for so many years.
I clutched his arms and hung on for dear life as Elliot laid into me like a raging stallion in heat for his mare. It wasn’t too long before I could feel my climax ripping from inside the depths of my womb. My inner muscles clenched and my whole body spasmed.
“Oh God!” I screamed.
“Carrie!” Elliot grunted, slamming into me hard one last time. He stiffened and holding onto my legs tightly, he spilled the warmth of his seed inside me.
Chapter 8
The Bahamas. The beautiful tropical paradise greeted us. I was giddy with excitement as Elliot held my hand and led me through the busy streets for our hotel right on the beach side. I had never been happier in my whole life and it was all because of the way Elliot and I had been loving on each other since the first time we had sex. My body ached in a pleasant way from our last romp right before we docked. I couldn’t get enough of him and couldn’t wait to get him alone again.
From the corner of my eye, I glanced at him and felt proud to be beside this powerful man. He didn’t make me feel like a big girl. He made me feel delicate and cherished. I was probably in over my head but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to analyze what had changed about our relationship. Elliot had seemed keen on acting as though this was quite normal between us. He seemed so confident about what was happening to us that I didn’t want to seem the insecure one. I would go with the flow and see where it led.
His hand shifted to my lower back, just above the generous swell of my ass. I shivered and he glanced down at me and winked. Oh how I wished I knew what was going on inside his head. I’d feel much more at ease. I’d try to be patient and maybe being here in the Bahamas for the night, he would finally tell me what was happening to us. I didn’t dare dream he felt the same way I did about him. I knew men. He was probably horny and well, I hadn’t exactly been resistant on the yacht. Yikes, had I just been a convenient lay?
I frowned. No, I didn’t believe that for one minute. Elliot was not that type of guy. At least I didn’t think he was. Doubt ate at me though as I thought about Elliot’s past girlfriends. None had ever lasted for long. Why should I feel I was someone special?
Elliot led me inside the hotel lobby area and we approached the front desk. The pretty dark-skinned woman at the front desk glanced up as we approached. Her friendly smile widened and her eyes lit up when she spotted Elliot. She looked from Elliot to me and back to him, trying to hide the recognition from showing in her eyes but she was too late.
“Hi Clover,
I was hoping you were working the front desk today.”
“El-Mr. Saunders, how good of you to stay with us again,” Clover answered.
“This is my wife, Carrie.” Elliot propelled me forward and I had no option but to shake the hand the girl extended to me. I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she was. Her olive complexion was flawless. As if she weren’t already perfection personified, when she smiled dimples flashed in her cheeks.
I mumbled that it was nice to meet her then feigned interest in some catalogues on the counter while Elliot sorted out our rooms. Angrily, I wondered how many women he had taken here and if Clover had been one of his past flings. By the way the woman smiled at him, it wouldn’t take a lot to rekindle that fire.
“Thanks for saving us the best room on such short notice,” Elliot ended. “I’ll see you around.”
“Sure thing. Anything you need, don’t hesitate to call me.”
“You’re a gem, Clover.”
Since we had only one piece of luggage with us, we went up the elevator to the top floor alone. Clover had saved the presidential suite for Elliot.
“Do you come here often?” I couldn’t help asking him when the elevator let us off and we walked toward the room door. I was so caught up in my feelings I could barely enjoy the beautiful surroundings.
“Every now and then,” he answered. “It’s a nice place to getaway and relax when things get too much.”
I wanted to ask him who he took with him when he was here, but I swallowed the words and decided to make the best of the situation until I had all the facts.
I yawned as we entered the suite. I was temporarily distracted by the beauty of the layout, from the rug on the floor to the draperies and delicate pieces of furniture.
