by J. A. Low
Of course he deserves a thank you for this. I take the thick head of his cock into my mouth, savoring his saltiness. Christian’s fingers trail through my hair. The harder I suck, the harder he grips my hair. “Ness.” He lets out a strangled moan as my hands work up his length. I gently hum against his velvety skin. “Ness,” he calls out my name again, making me smile. The fact that I can make this man come undone excites me. Before I can finish him off he is pulling me up by the arms. “I need you, Ness. I need to be inside of you.” His words sound desperate. Spinning me around, I brace my hands on the side of the marble tub. Christian makes quick work of my bra and shreds my G-string, and before I know it, he is thrusting inside of me. “I am so fucking lucky,” Christian groans as he continues a punishing cadence into me. I arch my back to take him deeper. “Fuck, my wife’s pussy is so fucking tight.” I swear he thickens even further inside of me as he tells me all the dirty things he loves about me, his wife. All the things he wants to do to his wife, especially how he can’t wait to knock me up. That’s it, I combust into a screaming loud orgasm and Christian comes not far after me. His heavy weight resting against my back.
“I’m feeling really relaxed now,” I giggle as his dick twitches in me. He slowly pulls out, picks me up and places me in the hot bath, settling himself behind me. “Christian,” I squeal as I watch a tsunami of water rush over the edge of the bath.
“It’s all good, babe. Now just lay back and relax.” He pulls me back against him as the warm water washes over us. Christian’s fingers find the tense muscles in my shoulders, the warm water loosening them as he slowly works on relaxing me. We lay there in silence as I feel the tension slowly leaving my body. “Ness, can I ask you something?” He sounds a little hesitant. I turn around and look at him.
“Of course you can.” He looks serious for a moment, my stomach sinks.
“Hey, it’s not bad.” His thumb flattens my frown as he gives me a cheeky smile. “It’s good actually, but…” The frown comes back. “I just don't know how you feel about it. We haven’t spoken about it since Mom left.” I have a feeling I know what he is talking about. I maneuver myself so that I am straddling his thighs, my hands running over his warm, wet skin, urging him to continue what he was about to ask. “I love our Vegas wedding but—”
“But no one was there.” I finish his sentence.
“Yeah.” His hand brushes against my face. “And you deserve a proper wedding.”
“You know I’m not one of those girls, babe. I never dreamed of a big wedding day.”
Christian smiles at me. “I know that’s why I love you. You are low maintenance.” This makes me laugh. “But I kind of want the day.”
“Has Christian Taylor, womanizing, bad boy rock star, always dreamed of a white wedding?” I tease.
“Yeah, he has. The moment he laid eyes on you.” My breath hitches at his confession, goddamn him. Leaning forward I give him a loving kiss.
“You are such a romantic,” I say as our foreheads press together.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Evan and Sienna’s wedding was kind of awesome and I want that. I want all our friends, our families to be witness to us declaring our love for each other. I know we don't need it, but I want it, Ness. I want to show the world how much I love you.” Wow, how can a woman say no to that kind of declaration?
“Yes.”
Christian is silent for a moment, trying to work out why I am saying yes.
“Yes, I want to marry you again,” I tell him as I smile at him.
“Seriously?” Christian questions, looking a little vulnerable.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I want to marry you again? I already did it in Vegas.”
“I worry that you regret that night,” he whispers, his hands nervously playing in the water around me. My heart aches at his vulnerability.
“What? You seriously think that I regret marrying you?” I ask a little shocked at his admittance.
“We were drunk…”
“So what! That doesn’t change the fact that I love the fuck out of you.” Grabbing his face and making sure he sees the way I feel, I ask, “Have you really been worried about this?”
He nods.
“Christian,” I gasp, my heart hurting that he has been worried about Vegas. “I love you, so much. You are my person and you have been my person for years, I was just so goddamn scared to take a chance. But when I finally got over myself and let myself love you, that was it. I was all in, no matter what. Vegas was perfectly crazy and that’s us, I’m kind of glad that you and I had that wedding just the two of us. Now I want to share that with everyone else.”
Christian’s face breaks out into a big grin. “Yeah.”
I nod my head. “Yeah, I do. I want all those women out there to know that you are mine and I don't share.” I move my hips against him, getting him into the right position so that I can sink down on him. “You’re mine, all mine.” This makes him chuckle as he pushes up into me. “Mine,” he growls as we rock against each other.
“Forever,” I remind him.
“Forever,” he agrees as we make love in the rose petal bath, not caring about the mess we are making as the waves of water crash around us.
“Why am I blindfolded?”
I have whisked Vanessa away from work for the next couple of days before things get any crazier than they already are. I know it’s not the best time for her to go away as she is in the middle of planning a huge event, but isn’t that what delegation is for? She’s got great PR staff, plus Camryn’s team is looking after the event side of things and Isla will be there manning the fort as if she were Ness.
We haven’t had a chance to have a honeymoon yet. This wasn’t exactly my first choice of places, because in all honesty I want to take her away to a tropical island where we could spend weeks lying naked on the beach together. Unfortunately, my impulsiveness when getting married in Vegas means that now is not the best time to be taking time off, so my dream location will just have to wait. Zander, our tattoo artist at California Bros. in Venice Beach, told me about the cabin that he has up at Big Bear. Big Bear is kind of the perfect location not far from LA, no paparazzi, secluded, romantic and Wi-Fi for my wife, but I am going to make sure that she is naked and too exhausted to even thinking about work.
“Last time I was blindfolded I ended the night married to you. I’m already marrying you a second time, not sure if marrying you a third might be pushing it,” Vanessa chuckles to herself.
“Babe, patience, just relax, we will be there shortly.” Vanessa gives me a huff, but it’s not long before she is asleep. Ness has been working so hard lately, I’m kind of glad we are able to have a break, she needs it. I haven’t been to Zander’s home before, we usually party at his Venice Beach place. He told me this is his private getaway, not many people get invited to his sanctuary. So I am very grateful he is letting us use it.
A couple of hours later we are pulling up to Zander’s home in Big Bear. Nestled behind a forest of trees stands an imposing log cabin, secluded and beautiful, and right on the edge of a lake.
“Babe.” I give Ness a gentle nudge. She grumbles a little before opening her eyes, blinking rapidly as she realizes where she is.
“We’re here?” she asks, looking out the window, a small smile graces her lips. “This looks beautiful,” she says as she admires the cabin before her.
Taking a step out of the car, there is nothing but silence. All we hear are the squawks of some bird flying by. I grab our bags out of the trunk and move toward the cabin. Punching in the security code that Zander provided, we step inside.
“Wow,” Ness gasps. It is pretty impressive, the rooms are large and open, natural light filters through the cabin from the large triangle windows that look out over the lake and the forest beyond. Zander, in true guy style, has fitted it out in what I would call rustic, lumberjack style. There are a few deer heads hanging on one wall, tartan lounges with oversized blankets and an enormous stone fireplace sits in one corner.
“This place is amazing,” Vanessa croons as she moves further inside.
“Yep and it’s all ours.” I wrap my arms around Ness as she has her face plastered against the window.
“Look.” She points to some deer that have run in front of the cabin and have stopped to nibble on the fresh grass.
“All I see is my gorgeous wife before me.” I nuzzle into her neck.
“Yeah, is that all you see?”
My hands glide down her arms, making her shiver. “Hands on the glass, Angel, and spread your legs.” She quickly presses her hands against the cool glass, there is no one around so what I have planned will be okay. My hands find the zip of her dress and I slowly pull it down, the metal teeth echoing through the quiet house, nothing but our labored breaths filling the void. I push the fabric over her creamy shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I take a step back and admire my wife, dressed in sexy black underwear and heels, spread out before me. I am one lucky son of a bitch. She turns her head and I can see a smile across her face, those jade eyes sparkling with desire. I quickly shed my T-shirt, kick off my socks and shoes and jump out of my jeans. My cock is standing to attention; he knows it’s his time to perform. My hand fists him a couple of times, preparing him. Vanessa wiggles her butt in my direction, not so subtly, telling me what she wants.
“You want me, Ness?” My voice dropping low, my need overtaking my body now. Her eyes meet mine and they are filled with desire as she gives me a cheeky smile.
“Yes, Christian. I’m waiting for you.” I let out a groan as her fingers reach between her legs, her eyes flutter shut as she teases herself. My cock twitches in my grasp as I fist him tighter, watching my wife pleasure herself. I can’t take her whimpers any longer. I fall to my knees and spread her legs even wider, she lets out a squeak of surprise as my tongue is there replacing her fingers. Her sweetness hits my tongue and my whole body shivers. I could stay here forever, my face between my wife’s thighs. Her fingers painfully dig into my scalp as I feast on her. “Yes,” she moans as I tease her bud. My fingers dig into her soft thighs, pushing them wider, allowing me access to heaven between them. Vanessa presses harder against my face, chasing that orgasm that I know is starting to take shape. I feast on my wife like a starving man. Never will I ever get sick of her. I am happy to stay here forever, and I damn well will because this beautiful creature above me chose me to be her one. Me! She chose me to be the father of her children. She chose me to be the man to build a family with. She chose me to be the man that she grows old with. She chose me to be her forever.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Vanessa screams as her orgasms rises through her, her fingers tightening in my hair holding me in place as she quakes above me. I never let up savoring her sweetness as she slowly comes back to earth. I jump up from my place between her thighs, my cock standing to attention, he knows it’s his time to shine now. My hands run down her back, sending shivers over her body, my fingers grip into her fleshy hips as I position myself at her entrance. She is still breathing heavily from her orgasm. I slowly run the tip of my dick along her wetness and a low hum falls from her lips.
“Hang on baby.” I slip in my cock; we both gasp at our joining. Slowly I pull myself back out, relishing the easy slide through her wetness, and push myself back into her with a grunt.
“Yes,” Vanessa hums.
“Keep your hands on the window, Ness.” She follows my instructions as I enter her again. Over and over I tease her with my slow, yet hard strokes.
“Please,” she pants, turning her head to the side. I just give her a smile; I can see the begging behind those jade eyes. I push into her hard with each long thrust, I love teasing my wife, I love watching her become so needy that she loses control. I am slowly getting her there, she is now pushing back against me, her greedy cunt searching for my cock. “Harder, Chris, harder,” she pants. I piston into her faster, my fingers gripping her hips harder, probably bruising her, but I know she won’t care, she loves it a little rough sometimes. She clenches down on me, which she knows drives me wild. The first tingles of my orgasm starts as she clenches again and my balls twitch, yes, I am chasing that release. Ness turns her head again, giving me a saucy smile as she clenches one more time.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I lose myself in a mind exploding orgasm. Vanessa giggles as I collapse against her back in a sweaty, exhausted mess of a man. My legs feel like they are about to give out as aftershocks pulse through my body.
“Now that’s a great way to start our honeymoon.” Vanessa smiles at me. I just nod against her back, which makes her laugh.
***
“I want to marry this bath,” Vanessa moans as she sinks into the large Jacuzzi in the main bedroom.
“Please, as if this bath is better than your current husband,” I mock as I sink into the heavenly, hot bath as well, letting out an appreciative moan as I do. “Okay, now I get it.” I pull Ness against me as we watch the steam float above us. The Jacuzzi is situated in front of a large glass window which overlooks the lake and forest. We take a sip of our red wine as we enjoy the sheer luxury of the awesome bath.
“We need one of these at home.”
“I one hundred percent agree, I think we need to renovate as soon as we get home and put this in our bathroom.” Resting my head against the edge of the tub, we both sit in silence taking in the scenery around us.
“We should get married in a place like this,” Ness suggests.
When Mom surprised us after Vegas we told both of our parents that we were going to get married again, properly and not by an Elvis impersonator. With everything going on in our lives we haven’t really talked about it again.
“Really…you want to get married in the mountains?”
Ness is quiet for a while. “Honestly, I have never thought about my dream wedding. I was never one of those girls. I never wanted to get married.” My whole body stills and she feels it. “Hey,” she says quickly, turning around in my arms. “That was before you.” She smiles, giving me a kiss.
“And now?” I ask, a touch of my vulnerability showing through.
“And now, I am looking at this place and am thinking of our dream wedding.”
“You’ve been having lumberjack fantasies again, haven’t you?”
Vanessa giggles, “Maybe, hopefully this weekend I can watch you chop wood and do some of that manly stuff that I know you can do,” she says as she starts rubbing herself over me.
“Me doing manly things gets you going, does it?”
She nods.
“So what, me playing guitar and being one of the sexiest rock stars in the world isn’t manly enough for you?”
Ness rolls her eyes. “I guess that is manly in its own way.”
“What?” I pull her flush against me. “Take that back, I am a goddamn rock star, it is the manliest thing in the world,” I argue as I start to tickle her.
“Stop, stop,” she protests as I continue my tickle assault on her.
“Not until you take it back,” I demand.
“Fine, fine,” she relents, my fingers stop.
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, rock stars are the manliest men in the world and I bow down to your manliness.” She smirks. “Are you over your mantrum?”
“Yes, but you insulted my manhood, I needed to defend my honor…anyway about this wedding.”
“Yeah, well I was thinking. I know we were all talking about a white Christmas this year, especially as my parents are coming over.” Vanessa straddles herself onto my lap; she takes a couple of sips of her red wine then continues, “I know Si wants to show Ryder the snow also. All of our families are going to be together this year so it kind of makes sense to have the wedding around the same time.” My eyes widen, she is serious. Christmas is not that far away, well it is but I guess not in wedding months.
“So you have been thinking about having it then?”
“Yeah, Derrick has been bugging me with a Pinterest board he has set up with wedding ideas that he has added al
l of us onto, everyone has been adding their two cents worth to it…so I guess subconsciously I have been thinking about it.”
“And?” My heart is racing; I honestly don’t care where we get married. The fact that she wants to do it again and the first time wasn’t a fluke still blows my mind.
“Well, being here has kind of made the choice for me.” We stare at each other; her lips turn in a small smile. “I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere snowy for Christmas, rent a big house for all our friends and family then maybe between Christmas and New Year we have our wedding. We can all continue on and celebrate New Year’s together. If time allows, once all our families have gone home, we could…you know…go on another honeymoon.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. “Who knew you were a bridezilla underneath this hard exterior, Mrs. Taylor.” I give my wife’s ass a pinch which makes her yelp.
“I am not going to be a bridezilla, thank you very much,” she huffs and I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just because I demand perfection from professionals does not make me a bridezilla.” This makes me chuckle; my perfectionist wife thinks she isn’t going to be a bridezilla. “Anyway that’s what Camryn is for.”
That’s true, Camryn is pretty scary when it comes to events, but she is the best of the best. “True, she can be scary when she wants to be.”
“Exactly, she is the kind of person that you need to whip up a wedding in what…three and a bit months? Like that’s normal isn’t it?” I shrug, because I have no idea how long it takes to organize a wedding. “Why do I already feel anxious about planning it, please don’t tell me I have been hit by wedding fever already.” She looks at me horrified.
