Silver Dove (Silver #2)

by E. J. Shortall

  Craig

  Bliss! That is what I felt. Total and utter contentment, mixed with an overwhelming feeling of pride and satisfaction. As I held my wife in my arms, stroking her arms and staring up at the darkened sky, I thanked each and every one of the millions of twinkling stars for allowing Amber into my life.

  Amber sighed so I turned to face her, searching her beautiful eyes. “Everything okay?”

  She sighed again and snuggled in closer, circling a finger over my abs. “I can’t believe we’re here, married. It feels so surreal.” She paused for a moment and I allowed her the time to gather her thoughts and enjoyed the feeling of her hands on me. “Thank you, Craig. You have no idea what this all means to me. You listened to my fears, my stupid irrational fears, and you didn’t give in. You have given me the most beautiful and magical day, a day I could never have even dreamed of.”

  “I would give you the world if I could, baby,” I whispered and kissed her hair.

  “I thought I’d known what love was before and I thought those feelings could never be topped. Since meeting you, I see that what I felt wasn’t love, not really. At least nothing in comparison to what I feel now. These feelings I have for you, they go beyond rhyme and reason. They consume me. Right here, right now, this is true and total love. How can anything ever be better than this, Craig?” She tucked her face into the crook of my neck and wrapped her arms around me as if she was holding on tight, never wanting to let go.

  “I know, baby. I know.”

  We remained locked in our tight embrace for several minutes, until Amber yawned and I felt her shiver against me. It wasn’t particularly cold but we were still lying outside naked with the cooler sea breeze blowing around us. “You’re shivering, Pingu. Come on let’s go to bed.” She made a move to stand but I quickly pulled her into my arms and carried her across the balcony into our bedroom. By the time I was lowering her onto the bed she had become boneless and her breathing was slow and even. I smiled to myself when I realised she had fallen asleep. I settled her in and pulled the sheet over her before making a quick pit stop in the bathroom. Feeling suddenly drained, I crawled into bed pulling my wife tight against my chest, and with a kiss to her shoulder I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling the happiest I’d ever been.

  “Gah!” I groaned and swatted at the annoying insect that had made its way into the room and onto my chest. The tickling sensation continued down my torso so I swatted at it again. The annoying creature was a persistent little shit and wouldn’t leave. It was also getting a little too close for comfort to my dick. Sweeping my hand across my belly it came into contact with something hard and I heard a giggle. Blinking my eyes open, I was suddenly assaulted by the bright sunshine streaming in through the open balcony doors. As my eyes adjusted to the light I looked down my body towards my wife who was kneeling at my feet, looking at me with a mischievous grin.

  “Good morning, husband,” she beamed.

  “Good morning, wife. Did you sleep well?” She nodded “What are you doing down there? Come here and give me a kiss.” She shook her head. I was about to ask her why not, when her head ducked low and she placed a kiss on the tip of my manhood instead.

  My breath caught and every muscle in my body tightened as Amber wrapped those luscious lips of hers around my cock and pulled me in deeper, swirling her tongue as she went. “Arghh, Christ, Ambs,” I mewled when I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. What a fucking wake-up call, the morning after your wedding. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Amber pulled up until I nearly slid free and then increased her suction to draw me in deep again. Her tongue curled and probed in that unbelievably erotic way she had, before retreating again.

  She tortured me for several minutes with slow movements that had me groaning and fisting the sheets. When, on her next retreat, she cupped my balls and started squeezing, I knew I was done for. The control I was barely clinging too disappeared. I grabbed the sides of her head as my hips took on a life of their own and started thrusting upward, claiming Amber’s hot mouth. “Fuck, baby,” I shouted as my balls tightened and tingled with the pressure of my release brewing. Amber drew me in as deep as she could take me without choking and the tightening I felt when she moaned was my undoing. Growling I thrust deep one last time as euphoria rushed through me as I spilled my seed deep in her throat.

  Panting and speechless I watched Amber as she crawled up the bed, straddling my stomach with a huge grin on her face. “Time to wake up Mr Silver,” she laughed, her eyes shining with happiness.

  “Oh, I’m awake, baby. I’m very much awake,” I rasped, trying to catch my breath.

  “What do you want to do today,” she asked, bouncing with excitement.

  “I thought we could have some breakfast and then I have a few plans.”

  “Oh, and what do these plans involve?”

  “You, me and no clothes,” I replied with a wink and she giggled.

  “So are we staying here today? I thought you would want to go out and do the tourist thing. Or maybe go back to the hotel to see everyone.”

  “Oh hell, no. I may have paid for them to come out here to celebrate with us yesterday, but this is now our honeymoon. I have no intentions of seeing any of them until we get back home.”

  “Oh,” she said looking a little surprised.

  “Oh is right,” I growled as I moved quickly so she was lying beneath me. “I don’t plan on doing much of anything while we are here, other than making love to my beautiful wife.”

  “This reminds me of Devon,” Amber murmured as she snuggled back against my chest and drew my arms across her front. We’d spent our first day lounging around the pool and just relaxing after the whirlwind of the previous day. Now we were sitting on the beach watching gentle ebb and flow of the waves as they crawled onto the sand and the sunset on the horizon.

  “How can this place remind you of Devon?” I laughed. Devon was beautiful and all, but it didn’t compare to the paradise surrounding us at that moment.

  “What I meant was it reminds me of that first time you took me to Paignton. I sat there on the beach that evening looking out at the water and contemplating my feelings.” I remembered that evening well. I’d just chased Amber along the beach and we’d tumbled to the sand. She’d wanted to tell me something but then my phone rang and broke the moment. After that she’d gone all quiet and contemplative, staring out on the horizon. She’d looked so beautiful sitting there with the breeze whipping her hair around. I’d nearly broken my resolve right then and told her I’d fallen in love with her, but my fears of keeping my then marriage to Aleisha a secret had stopped me.

  “We’ve come a long way since then, Pingu.”

  She sighed and tilted her head to the side when I began nibbling on her neck. “Thank you, Craig. The wedding, this place, everything you’ve done for me, it’s perfect.”

  “It’s nothing more than you deserve Mrs Silver.” I continued peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder enjoying the small sounds of pleasure Amber would occasionally let out.

  “Craig?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Do you think we’ll make a honeymoon baby while we’re here?” My movements stilled. I hadn’t really thought about it. I knew we were actively trying again, as in Amber wasn’t on the pill, but I tried not to think about it. I knew she was desperate to become pregnant again but I was more along the lines of thinking it would happen when it happened. Finding out Amber was pregnant the first time had been a shock and although I deeply regret what happened I had to be honest and say the longer it took to happen again the better.

  “I don’t know, but we can enjoy trying.”

  “We’re always trying,” she sighed.

  “Well, practice makes perfect doesn’t it?” I moved quickly, pulling away and lowering Amber back onto the blanket we were on. I kept my eyes glued to hers as I positioned my body protectively around her. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes. What matters is we enjoy every moment of trying and when it doe
s happen we’ll know that our child was conceived out of pure and total love.”

  “I love you.” Amber smiled up at me as her hand came up to caress my cheek.

  I kissed her forehead then the tip of her nose and slowly made my way down until I reached the top of the camisole top she was wearing. Amber’s skin was hot under my lips as I feathered kisses along the upper swell of her breasts and my hands trailed along the smooth silk to the bottom edge. Slowly I drew it up and over her body revealing her perfect lightly sun kissed skin. As soon as I’d bared her breasts to the cooling evening air I drew one pebbled nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. Amber inhaled a harsh breath and her body stiffened beneath me, her tell-tale sign of arousal. I pulled back and licked across to the other breast where I circled the nipple with my tongue before sucking on that one also.

  “Craig,” Amber moaned, her hands delving into my hair.

  “Shhh, baby, just lay back and enjoy.” I loved teasing her this way, building the anticipation and need until she was begging for more. She was always so responsive and it was such a turn on. My dick throbbed behind the zipper of my shorts and I had to fight the urge to set it free and plunge deep inside her in one frenzied thrust. I wanted to ravish my wife with pleasure first, my turn would come later.

  I continued licking and sucking on her breasts for several minutes before continuing down to her navel where I circled my tongue while pulling off her shorts and underwear. She was left completely bare and looking beautiful with the last of the evening light bathing her in a golden glow. Shifting back slightly I lifted one foot and licked up her instep causing Amber to shiver and then kissed my way up her leg stopping just above the knee. I repeated the teasing action on the other leg, not leaving an inch of flesh untouched. Amber’s small writhing movements and little whimpers told me she was enjoying the seduction.

  “Craig,” she panted. “We’re out in public.”

  I smiled to myself. “Baby, we’re on a private beach with nobody else near. We’re alone, trust me.” The whimpers grew louder when I stroked my hands along her thighs stopping just short of where she needed me.

  When I’d kissed my way to the top of her second leg, I pushed her legs apart and licked up between her folds and Amber cried out, shuddering beneath me. I continued tormenting her with gentle licks and suction on her clit before plunging my tongue deep into her core.

  “Oh my God, Craig,” she moaned into the breeze as my movements sped up and she tensed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I replaced my tongue with a finger, hooking it at just the right angle to ensure I massaged that spot inside that would send her into frenzy. The second I sucked on her clit she screamed my name over and over as she came, clenching hard against my finger.

  Keeping the one finger inside her, I managed to remove my shorts and boxers with the other hand and loomed over her. Amber’s legs widened giving me the room to settle in between them and nudge the tip of my cock against her warmth. “You look so beautiful right now. Keep your eyes open, I want you to remember this perfect moment and I want to see you when you come for me again,” I whispered withdrawing my finger and replacing it with my cock in one deep thrust.

  Amber wrapped herself around me as I kept my movements slow and precise, needing to savour every second. The events of the previous evening, when I had made love to her for the first time as my wife, had been amazing for so many reasons but they had also been clouded by the weariness of the day. But making love on the beach as we stared into each other’s eyes was an amazing feeling and one I needed to make last as long as possible.

  When Amber’s moans became louder and her walls began quivering around me I knew she was close. I kept my movements slow as I thrust harder and deeper. I whispered words of love and promises against her ear until she cried out and tightened around me, drawing out my own release. In that moment I made a silent vow to never take my wedding promises for granted and to love this woman with all my heart and soul for the rest of my life.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  October

  Amber

  “Hmm, that feels good,” I groaned. There was no greater feeling than waking up to the sensations of your husband’s warm lips and tongue gliding across your skin. And after three months of marriage there was no sign of those early morning wake up calls stopping. Since returning from Barbados, Craig and I had settled into a happy married life and I felt our sex life was as powerful and passionate as ever. I would jump on Craig any chance I had so I could feel that connection with him and also because we were still trying to conceive. I’d begun to feel frustrated with the situation but tried to not let it show. I used any spare moment I got to do research and connect with other likeminded people through social media. Every day I drew strength from my necklace, hoping that one day soon I’d get the news I was longing for. In the meantime I was happy to keep ‘trying’ with Craig and quietly put my research into practice.

  With my eyes still closed and a smile on my face I wriggled under Craig allowing him the room to settle in between my legs.

  “Good morning Pingu,” Craig whispered against my ear before trailing his lips along my neck. “I think I should just stay here all day.”

  I felt the full power of Craig’s firm muscular body as he lowered onto me, bracing himself up with his arms pinning me in on either side. “I don’t think your coach would be too happy,” I panted as his lips teased my nipples through my nightshirt.

  “Right now I don’t give a shit what he thinks. I know where I want to be and it’s not on a muddy football pitch. I don’t mind if you want to help me get dirty though.” I giggled even though his touches were making me squirm.

  My eyes suddenly shot open. “Shit, Craig, wait.” Tugging my arms out of their confines I pushed on Craig’s shoulders until he pulled back looking down at me confused.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I just need to-” I broke off as I desperately stretched over to the bedside table to reach for the thermometer. With the thing in my mouth I lay back with a deep sigh and dared a look over at Craig who had moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He was slumped over with his elbows on his knees and his hands planted in his hair.

  For five long months we had been trying to conceive again. I wasn’t so naïve as to think that Craig was as desperate as I was for that to happen but we’d both been hoping. After four months of countless negative pregnancy tests and monthly disappointments I’d decided to google things. So many articles pointed to the fact I needed to concentrate on charting my morning temperature to discover when I would be most fertile and plan our intimate moments around those times. And that was why I had a stick beeping in my mouth and a frustrated husband sat nearby.

  Craig sighed and muttered something under his breath before walking across the room shaking his head.

  “Where are you going?” I mumbled around the thermometer.

  “To take a shower, a very cold shower, I’ve got a match to get ready for.” He disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.

  As soon as the thermometer beeped I glanced down at the reading and noted no change from the previous day. I added the data to the app on my phone and dashed across the room hoping to join Craig under the water to finish up what he’d started.

  My stomach knotted and my face fell when I tried to push open the door and found it locked. Craig never locked the door when he showered, forever hopeful as he was that I would join him. I knocked gently and when he didn’t respond I trudged back over to the bed and grabbed my ereader. If I wasn’t going to be able to join him for some romance I might as well read some instead.

  When Craig re-emerged ten minutes later I glanced up from the book I was reading. He looked sexy as sin wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair was damp and in disarray, and his fine physique was still glistening with the veil of vapour shrouding him. He walked past without a word.

  My head fell back against the pillows as I tried to understand Craig’s
change in mood. He was angry with me, that much was evident, and I was frustrated with me… or rather the situation we were in. Every waking moment my thoughts were filled with images of babies, baby paraphernalia, cot sets, prams… I couldn’t escape it, that longing I had, and Craig didn’t get it, he didn’t understand.

  With a sigh I climbed out of bed and walked to the wardrobe. I expected to find Craig dressed in his tracksuit ready for his match, but he was braced against the dresser with his head bowed and eyes closed.

  “Are you angry with me?” I asked softly.

  He shook his head before pinning with his gaze. “No, Pingu, I’m not angry with you, I just…” he sighed. “It doesn’t matter. I need to get ready for my match or I’m going to be late.”

  “Okay, give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.” I walked over to my rail to pull down some jeans and warm jumper.

  “No, stay here. You don’t need to come.” My hand froze on the hanger I’d just grabbed.

  “You don’t want me there,” I whispered.

  “It’s not like that, Ambs. I just need a while alone to clear my head.” He had never asked me not to go with him before. I’d been going along to his matches since early on in the relationship, even coming to enjoy the game and finally understanding the offside rule. Admittedly his team mates were constantly joking that I needed to stay away so I didn’t distract him, but he’d always snapped and told them I would be there whether they liked it or not. So for him to not want me there, it stung.

  Craig moved up behind me. “Look, we need to talk about things, okay? After my match, we can talk before we go round my mums.” I didn’t reply.

  “I love you, Pingu. I just get frustrated when I can’t have you when I want. You know what you do to me,” he said and wrapped his arms around me.