by J A Fielding
“I have never been one to shy away from a steamy situation,” he said. Natasha smiled and put the bowl down.
“Maybe we can soap each other up while we talk about our plans for the future. You know, the normal boring stuff that married people do,” she added as she walked towards the bathroom. “Oh and Mitchell,” she said stopping in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a sexy beckoning smile. “Now that we are in the Caribbean, maybe you should bring your A-game,” she said before practically running to the bathroom.
“Woman, when have I ever not brought my A-game?” he asked as he walked after her. He quickly got out of his clothes and dumped them on the floor. “I’m about to show you what my B-game can do,” he said. Natasha frowned as she started the shower. “If you survive that, I will bring my A-game,” he said with a smile. She laughed as she wriggled out of her dress.
“Sometimes I wonder how I never managed to see that humongous ego you have,” she said as she stepped under the shower. He joined her under the running water and looked into her eyes.
“I wanted to make sure I marry you before I showed that ugly side,” he said smiling. She smiled up at him as he put his hands on her waist. She saw him give her now wet breasts a long lingering look. If she didn’t know any better she could have sworn he was staring.
“Ahem, Mitch. They are still the same ones you have been looking at for the past two years,” she said. He laughed and turned her around.
“I know. It’s just that you seem to be more beautiful every time I see you. I can’t believe you…all this...” He ran a hand up her upper thigh to her torso, “...is all mine,” he said finally before planting a kiss on her shoulder. She smiled and put her own hands on his.
“What do you intend on doing about having all this goodness in your hands right now?” she asked. He pulled her backward toward him so that she could lean against him. She could already feel his semi-erection pressing against her ass. Even after eight hours of flying, he still had the vigor of a teenage boy in heat. He brought his head down again and kissed her other shoulder before trailing his tongue along her shoulder blade. She closed her eyes as he reached for a loofah and some bathing gel on one of the shelves. She let out a low gasp when she felt the cold bathing gel being squeezed onto her back before he began to slowly and gently scrub her back using the loofah. He turned her around and did the same to her breasts but instead of using the loofah, he worked the lather up using his hands, obviously enjoying the sensation of her hard nipples pressing against his palms. She put her hand out and as if in a telepathic mood, he immediately knew what she was asking for. He reached for the bathing gel and squeezed a generous amount onto her palm and then put it back. She looked into his eyes as she began to slowly rub the gel on his chest, his abs and finally his now rigid cock. She heard a low moan escape his lips and smiled.
Natasha began to slowly rub the gel up and down his shaft, totally disregarding the rest of his torso.
“The rest of my body needs cleaning too,” Mitchell said in a low voice. She smiled.
“I am not interested in the rest of your body right now,” she said. “I was hoping you would appreciate it,” she added as a frown took over her smile. He leaned against the cool tiled wall and smiled down at her.
“I’m sorry I ever complained,” he said as she went on rubbing her hands up and down. She looked at him and smiled, an evil if not erotic smile.
“That’s what I want to hear,” she said as her other hand made its way around his neck. She pulled him down for a long kiss. It was a sensual kiss with their lips hard pressed against each other, their tongues meeting in glorious eroticism. She pulled away from his lips as her hand also pulled away from his cock. He looked down at her in disapproval but all she did was smile and pull him under the running water. They kissed as the water flowed down their bodies. He suddenly pulled away and turned her around once again. She gasped when she felt two of his fingers finding their way to her already wet insides. She leaned against him and writhed as he began working his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first but rapidly as they went on. She began uttering small moans, especially when his other hand cupped a breast, holding her roughly against his own fiery body.
“Mitchell, I want more,” she moaned. He needed no second bidding. He turned the water off and walked her out of the bathroom to the bed. He quickly took the bowl of strawberries and chocolate and placed it on the floor before gently pushing her down on the bed. Their bodies were still soapy, evidence of how unproductive their shower session had been. He brought his body on top of hers and looked into her eyes. “I want you so much, baby,” she said again. Her pupils were dilated from the lust she had for him from the way she wanted him to ravage her. Mitchell looked into her eyes as he slid himself inside her. She closed her eyes as she felt him filling her every fold, feeling her depths. She raised her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing for an even deeper penetration. Mitchell gave a small thrust of his hips to show his appreciation.
“Open your eyes,” he said looking down at her perfect face. “I want you to look at me as I make love to you,” he said. She looked into his eyes as he began a slow but sure movement inside her, slowly ensuring that each stroke spoke what his words could not. He sank deep inside her and brought himself up. She was having an increasingly hard time keeping her focus on his face, in his eyes. She wanted to bury her face in his shoulder and scream, wincing her face in ecstasy but he didn’t want to break the gaze. She looked into his eyes as he sank inside her again and again and again…bringing her dangerously close to her relief. He knew she was about to get to that point of no return. He knew she wanted to cry out, going by the way she moaned and the way her face would flinch every time he thrust deep inside her. “I want to hear you moan for me , baby,” he said. Natasha looked at him and let out a squeak when he once again thrust into her. His long soft strokes had now been replaced by long hard ones. His hips were now slamming into her more intensely as he went on. She once again let another loud moan escape her lips when he thrust into her. The intense look he gave her must have contributed to her fast orgasm as she soon began feeling her insides almost crying for help and he, the wonderfully attractive tormenting devil he was, slowed down.
“Why would he slow down now?” she wondered as she raised her hips to encourage him. He smiled down at her and pulled his cock out of her. “No….don ‘t…please…” she begged. He smiled as he once again reintroduced himself to her wet pussy. She screamed out as one of his powerful thrusts made her own walls explode in the tune of millions. She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his back as he went on thrusting, struggling to stay inside her despite the raging force threatening to push his cock out of her. His perseverance paid off as he soon felt himself erupt inside her, pouring load after load of his own cum into her.
“I love you so much Natasha,” he said as he panted for breath. She relaxed her legs on the bed and her arms dropped to her side. At that moment, Mitchell’s limp cock slipped out of her preceding a gooey mess on the bed.
“I love you too, Mitchell,” she said in a whisper as Mitchell rolled off her tired body. He took her hand in his and the two of them drifted off to sleep.
*****
On the fourth day of their honeymoon in the magical islands, Natasha decided to try out the pool. She had been procrastinating on everything…a walk on the beach, the pool, shopping…all because she and Mitchell were like sex crazed bunnies. On this day, she woke up excited to see what Antigua had to offer. Instead of the usual room service breakfast, the two of them had headed down the poolside café.
“But I want to stay in bed all day,” Mitchell had said in the morning.
“Mitchell Schmidt, if you continue screwing the brains out of me, I will not have a vagina by the time we get back to the States,” she had told him. “Besides, I need some air. All I can smell in here is sex,” she had said before they headed out. Mitchell may not have wanted to make love all day
, but as he told her, there was something beautiful about not having to wake up early, not having your phone ringing off the hook or emails popping up every second. It was the life he had always wanted.
“You do realize you would be worth maybe ten, fifteen dollars if you had this life, right?” she asked as they rode down the elevator.
“Hey, I said I wanted to wake up late, not wake up late and carry a sign saying ‘will work for food.’ I love being rich. I just need a break sometimes,” he said as the elevator doors opened.
“And his true colors finally show,” Natasha said as they walked out. The sun kissed pool was a sight to behold. The hotel had gone the extra mile to construct a pool that gave the “I am right in the middle of the ocean” impression. It was in the middle of a tropical setting…low hanging branches, rock waterfalls…basically, if you simply focused on the pool, you’d have the feeling of being lost at sea and swimming to a tropical island.
“Good morning, Mr. Schmidt, Mrs. Schmidt,” a brown skinned waiter said with a smile. Natasha and Mitchell smiled back at him.
“Good morning, Zeneal,” Mitchell said. “Do you think we could have our breakfast in the poolside café?” he asked.
“Well, the café is part of the hotel so I’m sure they won’t mind,” Zeneal replied.
“Oh good, because there is this beautiful omelet you have been serving that is simply divine. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t have it,” Natasha said in mock drama. The three of them laughed.
“We will make sure you have your usual bacon omelet, Mrs. Schmidt,” Zeneal said. “Anything for you sir?” he asked looking at Mitchell.
“Just the usual, but extra butter in the pan for the pancakes. I want the edges nice and crispy,” he said as he and Natasha walked towards the pool.
“Just so you know, when we are back home, you will be on brown rice and kale for a week,” Natasha said as the two of them walked towards one of the empty tables. Mitchell looked at her questioningly.
“Why would you even say that?” he asked as he pulled out a seat for her.
“You have been having extra buttered pancakes every day since we got here! Heart attack alert,” she said sitting down. She thanked God her eyes were well concealed behind the big sunglasses she had on because she would have bust out laughing when he called her bluff, which was going to be any time now….Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold sensation on her back. She looked at Mitchell who said nothing. He just stood there his mouth gaping open as if he had just seen the most shocking thing ever.
“Oh my God….I am so sorry,” she heard a female voice say. She looked around to see a curvy brunette standing next to a dark skinned man….maybe African American? The woman was holding a glass half full of orange juice. Is that what was all over her back? “I didn’t see…I mean I did…it’s just…”
“…it’s okay, it’s a bathing suit. It will wash off,” Natasha said standing up.
“I’ll walk you to the changing rooms,” the woman said as she helped Natasha pick up her towel. Natasha smiled at her casually though she really wanted to punch her inn the face.
“Thanks,” she said as she quickly walked towards the changing rooms. She rushed to one of the shower cubicles and turned on the water at full force then stood underneath the flowing streams as the orange juice washed off her back. She stood there for a few minutes before she decided to just take the swimsuit off…which she did.
“Is everything okay in there?” Natasha rolled her eyes. Why wouldn’t this woman just leave?
“Everything’s fine. It washed off like I said,” Natasha replied as she put the suit back on. “The laundry people will just have to use extra bleach,” she added as she got out of the cubicle. Some strands of her hair were wet sticking on to her neck and the sides of her face.
“Melinda. Melinda Osbourne,” the brunette said handing her one of the towels that were on the towel rack outside.
“Natasha Black…actually Natasha Black-Schmidt.,” she said as she wiped herself down. “Still getting used to the new name,” she said smiling.
“Newly wed?” Melinda asked. She nodded.
“Four days and maybe 19 hours to be exact,” Natasha said with a smile. Melinda blushed.
“Guess I will be the bitch that ruined your honeymoon when you tell this story, huh?” Melinda asked with a frown. Natasha laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, most probably,” she said. “But really, it’s okay. No evidence of anything that ever happened,” she added feeling a pang of guilt when she realized that the brunette was genuinely distraught over the incident. “Come on, I’m sure the boys are in a staring contest right now and they need to be saved,” Natasha said as she slipped on a bathrobe. Melinda smiled.
Strike two for me is you covering up that beautiful bathing suit because I made the waist wrap wet,” Melinda said as they walked out. Natasha laughed.
“Why thank you,” she said looking at Melinda. “But it’s chiffon. Give it a few minutes and it will be dry as sand in the Sahara,” she added as the two headed out.
Chapter 4
“That makes absolutely no sense. It is not even a word!” Natasha yelled as she looked at the word Mitchell had just come up with on the Scrabble board.
“It is too!” Mitchell said faking a frown. The two were getting more acquainted with the couple that they had so unfortunately bumped into when they decided to visit the café for the first time since they got to Antigua and what Natasha had come to know was Melinda was a sweetie. She was a television producer for a travel show who was in Antigua on holiday. She had met her boyfriend Kyle on her second trip to the islands and as Natasha put it, the two were just made for each other Kyle was a brown skinned man, almost as well built as Mitchell, Natasha thought. He did not talk much but somehow Mitchell seemed to enjoy his company extensively. After the four of them laughed off the juice incident, they had decided to break the tension by having breakfast together. This later turned into lunch and dinner and now, it seemed like the two couples could not spend a day without seeing each other.
On this particular day, Mitchell had decided to have a game that called for everyone’s participation. He had suggested chess at first but Natasha wouldn’t have it.
“All the bishops and kings get me all mixed up,” Natasha had said.
“Well, it’s an intelligent game,” Kyle had said. Melinda and Natasha stared daggers at him.
“Are you trying to say that we are not intelligent?” Melinda asked. Kyle put his hands up in defense.
“No, nothing like that,” he said laughing. “I just meant…” his voice trailed off as he looked over at Mitchell for assistance.
“That we men have a different way of playing chess, that’s all,” Mitchell said.
“Mitchell Schmidt to the rescue,” Natasha said looking at her husband. Kyle looked at him and mouthed a quick thank you to him. “So, what exactly are we going to do? It is too damn hot to be outside,” she asked leaning against the couch.
“Well, we could go to the pool later,” Melinda said. Natasha rolled her eyes and began fanning herself using her hand.
“Yeah later. But what do we do now,” she asked again. Melinda’s face suddenly lit up.
“Scrabble,” she said looking at the three of them.
“Scrabble?” Mitchell asked looking at Melinda closely.
“Yes, Scrabble. Easy. Fun. Mental challenge. Everything we need right about now,” she said holding up three fingers she had used to show the advantages.
“She is right. And we all know the rules,” Natasha said looking at Mitchell and Kyle who looked unsure. She noticed Mitchell had a look that told her he was about to cancel on her any minute now.” Plus, it has no kings, queens, bishops and all those Renaissance fools looking to go to war,” she added quickly. Mitchell smiled at Kyle.
“She really doesn’t know any of the rules as far as chess is concerned, does she?” Kyle asked. Mitchell shook his head.
“Not even one,�
� he said. Natasha playfully elbowed him. “What? You don’t know the rules!” Mitchell said as Natasha stood up.
“Come on Melinda. Let’s go make something to drink as the two geniuses figure out how to set up the Scrabble board,” she said taking Melinda’s hand. Mitchell looked at her and smiled.
“I still love you, wifey,” Mitchell called after her.
“Yeah, yeah. I love you too,” Natasha said.
“Ouch,” Mitchell said loud enough for her to hear. Natasha looked over her shoulder and winked at him as they disappeared around the corner.
“Women, huh,” Kyle said leaning back.
“Tell me about it,” Mitchell said in agreement as he stood up. “But this one woman, she just lights up my world,” he added as he walked towards their room. He disappeared briefly before he finally emerged with a Scrabble board.
“You guys have been together for how long?” Kyle asked.
“Married one week. Together for three years,” Mitchell answered excitedly.
“Wow. The longest relationship I ever had was a year and it was like the relationship from hell,” Kyle said. Mitchell smiled and sat down.
“Again, tell me about it,” Mitchell said as he spread the scrabble pieces on the table.
“Please dude. What do you know? You have the perfect wife,” Kyle said. “Beautiful, sexy, intelligent….what more could you possibly ask for in a woman?” he asked.
“Well, Kyle my friend, believe me when I tell you that it was not always so good,” Mitchell said looking at Kyle. “There were days I preferred to spend the night talking to a bartender and booking a room at a hotel than go back to my wife,” he added. Kyle looked at him confused.
“But you have been married for a week,” Kyle said still confused. Mitchell shook his head and looked at him in shock.
“Oh God, you thought I was talking about Tasha?”” he asked laughing. “She is amazing. Perfect even,” he said looking at him. “I think if you looked up perfect in the dictionary or googled the word, you’d probably find her picture,” he added in a whisper as he leaned forward.
