She spread her legs wide, attempting to relieve some of the pressure building between them. Removing her hand from his ass she slipped it between her legs, parted her pussy lips and began to stroke her clit. She moaned, sending vibrations through him, and he moaned in response.
"Dammit, Nik!" He thrust harder.
Dammit, indeed! His cock stiffened in her mouth, a dribble of cum dripping from him. She swallowed and continued moving up and down on him. Nikki's body had turned from a simmering fire to an inferno of need within seconds. She pinched and rolled her clit between her fingers whimpering as she did so as short jolts pulsed through her groin.
She was getting close fast.
"Take it all, baby," he growled, thrusting faster, harder. "I'm going to come."
Just hearing his voice and promise of his release sent her over the edge. Her body tensed and a shiver rushed down her spine, seconds before she was put out of her sweet agony and she climaxed.
She shuddered, her body trembling. Her moans of pleasure were muffled, by the insistent pounding of his dick in her mouth - which had taken on a fast and furious pace. His balls contracted, and his cock throbbed. He was seconds from release.
"Coming, honey," he warned, the words had just left his mouth when a series of spurts surged from his dick and he began filling her mouth with his cum. She eagerly swallowed down the salty cum; an extreme contrast to the bitter-sweet of the yogurt that still lingered. With the last thrust and spurt of cum, Grant pulled his depleted dick from her mouth with a sigh of relief.
"Peaches and Grant an interesting breakfast combination," she teased, her head still spinning from her glorious release. Grinning up at him wickedly, Nikki wiped the cum from her chin and licked it off her fingers as she watched him fall to his knees between her legs. He repositioned her legs, slinging them back over the armrests of the seat and spreading her drenched pussy for him once more.
"Hmmm. I'm thinking champagne and Nikki might be as good," he murmured as he placed a light kiss at her knee.
She eyed the table of food and then turned her gaze back to him. She doubted she'd ever get enough of seeing him between her legs; it was easily one of the most erotic sights she'd ever seen. It was no wonder men loved seeing women sucking their cock so much if just watching her turned him on as much as it did her!
Nikki lay back down on the reclined seat, and watched him with hooded eyes, excited and anxious. Her stomach began to flutter with her excitement. The fluttering increased the higher his teasing mouth and tongue moved up her inner thigh. To her disappointment Grant stopped just as he reached the apex between her legs and lifted his head and gave her a soft smile.
"Grant!" she dropped her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing heart rate. He was such a tease. She could hear him moving and then the pop of the champagne bottle being opened.
"It's going to be a little cold..."
Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head, at the sound of his voice, watching as he spread her pussy lips with his fingers and poured a small amount of champagne over her pelvis. She squealed, laughed and squirmed as the cool liquid raced over her shaven mound and between her soft folds.
"I warned you," he chuckled as he placed the bottle on the floor beside him, leaned over her and licked the length of her slit.
"Oh-my-god, Grant!" the heat from his breath and tongue combined with the coolness of the liquid he was lapping up off her, set her head reeling and her entire body on edge. Nikki gripped the hand rests on either side of her and bit at her lower lip, trying not to cry out as he took first her left and then her right labia into his mouth licking and sucking the champagne.
"Mmmm. Yes, champagne goes very well with you, baby." Grant poured a little more and she moaned as the coolness washed over her again. His mouth moved to her swollen clit, sucking and flicking it just as he thrust a couple of fingers deep into her. Her grip tightened on the hand rests as she cried out, bucking against his torturous hand and teasing lips.
"So good," she whispered, more to herself than to him. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back against the seat and allowed the sweet sensations to rush through her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, ending in an intense throbbing between her legs.
Despite her two orgasms already, she was quickly building towards another. Removing his fingers from within her, he replaced them with his tongue thrusting it into her. She cried out for a second time and it then occurred to her that the door separating her and Grant from Tina and the rest of the crew was extremely thin. Shit!
But as he began to fuck her with his tongue, darting it in and out as if it was his cock, she quickly forgot about everything else, as her body began to tremble, stiffen and then just when she thought she couldn't take a moment more of the intense pleasure he was bringing her, she screamed out her release, her juices rushing from her to greet his prodding tongue. It felt as though every muscle in her body were made of jelly as the last of the tremors that had overtaken her completed.
Grant slowly got to his feet, bent over and ghosted his lips against her. His lips tasted of berries, champagne and her. An enticing combination.
Nikki smiled up at him, her eyes capturing his. Slipping a hand around his neck, she pulled him down for another soft kiss. "You realize my seat is now covered in champagne and.... ummmm.... us."
Grant chuckled softly against her lips, his eye twinkling with amusement. "We can clean it up."
"And I smell like I've just been on a bender."
Chuckling a little louder, Grant scooped her up into his arms and held her tight to his chest as he straightened up. "Nah, you look like you've been good and fucked."
"Great." Nikki groaned and rolled her eyes at him, causing him to laugh a little louder. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he made his way with her held tightly in his arms across the cabin, towards the bathroom.
"You're nothing but trouble, you know that, Grant Rivers?"
"You think?"
"Hmmm. Good thing I like bad boys."
****
Over twenty hours and one stop later Nikki found herself walking through the airport, jetlagged but excited to finally be there. In nine hours she'd finally be marrying the man of her dreams and she still couldn't quite believe it.
"Come on. There's a car waiting for us outside the airport."
As they exited the airport, pulling their luggage behind them, Nikki found herself giddy with excitement. "So where are we?" Palm trees lined the streets, the weather was almost suffocating, it was so warm and the skies were clearer than she had ever seen them. She loved the tranquil vibe that came from the area and the people moving around her. Everyone just seemed... happy. Or perhaps it was just her mood that made everything around her seem more spectacular than it actually was; either way she loved it.
Grant led her to a black BMW parked at the curb with a tall, slender black man standing beside it in a formal looking white uniform. The brim of his white hat read The Escape Resort in bold black letters.
"Mr Rivers?" the chauffeur asked with a faint French accent.
Grant nodded.
"Welcome to Mauritius, Sir and Madam. I'll take your bags."
Mauritius? The name sounded familiar... Nikki growled at herself for not paying more attention in high school geography class.
"We're on an island a little south east of Africa," Grant explained with a nonchalant shrug, as he ushered her into the car.
Wow! As she slid onto the car seat and scooted over to make room for Grant, excitement rushed through her. She'd never been to this part of the world before. Perhaps to Grant it was no big deal, but to her... This was as exciting as it got.
Grant slipped in beside her and the driver closed the door after him, and then proceeded to store their luggage in the trunk.
A sad realization came over her as she looked over at Grant who had his eyes focused on something out of the side window. "You're going to miss fieldwork aren't you?"
Catching
her gaze, he took her hand in his, flipped it over, kissed her palm and gave his head a slight shake. "No. I've spent a lot of time in the field. It's time for me to settle down." He glanced down at her belly and then back up to meet her gaze. "I made a promise to both of you-"
Nikki opened her mouth to protest, but he put up a finger to silence her.
"I don't want to be a father that's never around. I may not have known my real father as a child, but I'll be here for you and for ours. I can't do that if I'm dead, what happened with Diana was a wake-up call. I'm not as invincible as I used to think I was." A hint of melancholy crept into his tone and it tugged at her.
A chill ran through her at the thought of anything happening to him and memories of the day he'd gotten shot protecting her came flashing to the forefront of her mind. Tears began to well up in her eyes, threatening to escape.
She cursed herself for not being able to let go of her irrational fear of losing him. He was fine. The baby was fine. They were fine. So she knew that she should be fine, but she wasn't. She'd been passing off her anxiety and moodiness as part of the pregnancy, but it was more than that. She hated that she wasn't strong like him and that she couldn't just push the events of a month ago to the back of her mind and vault them.
"Everyone ready?" The chauffeur asked breaking into Nikki's thoughts as he started the car.
"We're good, thanks," Grant called over the seat.
"Very good, Sir. Buzz if you need anything." A black panel began to rise up from the seat separating the backseat from the driver's view.
Once the panel was up, Grant pulled her onto his lap cradling her head against his hard wall of a chest. "It's okay, Nik. It's all okay now," he whispered, stroking her hair.
"I'm s-sorry. I j-just." And the tears came rushing from her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held tightly to him. "I can't lose you."
"You won't."
Nikki sniffed. "But I know you won't be happy behind a desk."
Grant let out a loud huff of air. "I'm happy being with you. That's the most important thing. I don't want you feeling guilty about this; this was a decision I made and it's not open for discussion."
Chapter 5
"This is amazing!" Nikki squealed as she rushed past Grant and into their hotel room, which was actually a private villa on the resort grounds overlooking the ocean. She stood, awestruck in the middle of the main room which was immaculately decorated in red and gold with golden accents and the floor was of ivory marble. Her blue eyes looked at each section in childlike wonder. The full bar toward the back of the room was fully stocked. To their left was a kitchen with the latest in appliances and to the right was the living room furnished in red velvet and with an enormous flat screen television secured to the wall.
Grant followed behind Nikki as she rushed out into the spacious grounds.
"Holy fuck! We have a pool! Our own private pool!" she turned around and rushed over to him, throwing herself into his arms and planting random kisses over his face and neck. "This is amazing. It feels like some royal palace."
Grant chuckled as he embraced her, giving in to her affectionate assault.
He had to admit, it was one of the nicest places he'd ever stayed in. It was the type of resort in which celebrities, politicians and wealthy entrepreneurs stayed while on vacation. He'd had to call in a lot of favours and pull a lot of strings to make this happen, especially at such short notice, but seeing the excitement shining in her eyes, it was well worth it.
Pulling away from him, she took his hand and gave it a tug. "Come on, let's check out the bedroom."
He followed her back into the main room and then into the bedroom. As they crossed the threshold she dropped his hand and immediately ran over to the king-sized canopy bed in the middle of the room draped in white satin with gold trim. Sheer white material curtained the perimeter of the bed, tied back to the mahogany posts and a quarter of the bed's surface was covered in an array of white and gold pillows of varying shapes and sizes.
"This is unbelievable." Nikki flopped on her back onto the bed. "This whole place feels like it's out of a fairy tale."
She looked so small and fragile in such a large bed, it made Grant grin. He loved seeing her so happy. She'd gotten some sleep on the plane, minus the night terrors - he thanked God for that - so for the first time in weeks she appeared refreshed.
Nikki braced her elbows behind her and looked over at him, reclining against the wall. "I love you Grant Rivers."
His heart skipped a beat hearing the words. He'd heard them thousands of times uttered from her mouth and each time she said it, it felt just as good as the very first time.
"I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Grant Rivers."
Her grin widened. "Mrs Grant Rivers. It has a certain ring to it."
"I love the sound of it," he confirmed.
She laughed as she sat back up and looked around the room, her eyes pausing at the white marble fireplace and then again at the large whirlpool in the corner of the room. Her gaze darkened and she took her lower lips between her teeth.
"We don't have time for that now." But, oh how he wished they did. "The wedding planner is going to be here in... He glanced down at his watch. "Ten minutes."
She released her lower lip, gave him a pouty look and sighed. "Wedding planner? But it's just going to be the two of us, isn't it?"
"It is. More or less, but she comes with the wedding package."
Nikki frowned. "How much is this costing Grant?"
Shit! He was hoping to avoid the price conversation, because he knew where that would lead - to the question of him leaving his glamorous job. He huffed at the idea of it being glamorous, but it had its perks. Like this one. "It didn't cost a thing, honey."
She rolled her eyes and grinned. "Let me guess, you know someone who knows someone that owes you a favour."
He grinned. Good she wasn't going to fight with him about it. "Exactly."
Cocking her head to the side she frowned. "Okay, but if we had to pay for this room, how much would it cost?"
Grant shrugged.
"Grant. I'll go down there myself and ask."
Her tone was stern, so he had no choice but to fess up. Nikki never made idle threats. "The room runs about 25 thousand a night."
Nikki's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, after a long moment she snapped it shut. "Dollars?"
Laughing at her astonished expression, he casually strolled over to the bed and sat down next to her. Taking a lock of hair in his hand he watched as it slowly slid from his fingers, strand by strand. "Yes, dollars. But it didn't cost me a dime."
She opened her mouth to respond, but a knock at the door interrupted her.
"Come in," Grant yelled, standing and holding out his hand to her. "Come on. It's time to meet the planner and get ready to become Mrs Rivers." To Grant's relief, she grinned and the excited gleam in her eyes returned.
****
"Oh no, my veil." A sense of panic rushed through Nikki. She'd packed the dress, shoes, garter. Everything. But she'd forgotten the damned veil.
"It's fine, ma'am. We can get you one," the wedding planner, who Nikki had discovered was named Cynthia, assured her. Pulling a mobile phone from her pocket, the wedding planned called somebody in search of a veil as Nikki looked on.
The petite young woman was very friendly and extremely helpful. She had made everything so easy that all Nikki had to do was put her gown on, and the planner even assisted her into the dress. For a moment relief washed through her. It might not be the veil she'd picked out, but whatever they had would do. She turned back to the three-winged mirror and peered at her reflection. Excited blue eyes peered back at her causing a soft smile to touch her lips.
She was really going to do it! In less than an hour she'd be a married woman. Tears threatened to form and she fought them back. The constant weepiness she'd been experiencing lately was driving her near insane.
The wedding was to take place in the gazebo which overlooked
the crystal blue water of the Indian Ocean at dusk. They chose dusk because of the brilliance of colours - an array of reds, purples, blues and shades in between - that appeared at just the right point of the day. She couldn't have imagined a more romantic backdrop.
After the vows they would be taken to sit at the head table for dinner, to watch the fire performers, followed by dancing and then a fireworks show. Apparently these festivities took place every night at the resort. She hated to admit it, but she was almost as excited to see what the night had in store for them for the evening activities as she was the actual reciting of the vows!
Within five minutes there was a knock on the door of the small room that served as a dressing room for the bride-to-be. Hustling over to the door, Cynthia answered it and accepted a large white box. Closing the door, she strutted back to Nikki and set the box on the vanity table.
Nikki gasped as the wedding planner opened the box and pulled out the most exquisite veil Nikki had ever seen. It was very simplistic, but the beauty was in the simplicity. The tiara was thin with glimmering diamonds, which Nikki suspected might be real, in combination with white wildflowers. The train was a sheer white material, with sparkling gems shimmering at random spots throughout.
"It's stunning," Nikki breathed, as Cynthia stepped behind her and placed the veil atop her head. It was far superior to the one she'd left behind and upon seeing the one in the wedding planner's hands, she was glad she had left it behind.
"It'll look beautiful on you. But we need it returned after the ceremony."
"Of course." A pang of disappointment shot through her, but she shrugged it off. Damn, I'm getting spoiled. All this fuss over me is going to my head. Yes, she could easily get used to this lifestyle.
With the veil secured by a few bobby pins Cynthia stepped back and inspected Nikki from head to toe. "You really look stunning, ma'am." She smiled at Nikki warmly.
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