A Billionaire BWWM Romance 7: The Honeymoon

by J A Fielding

  “Did…were you anticipating what happened last night or something?” she asked.

  He shrugged and smiled. “Well, I have to admit that I did have something planned. You know…spicing things up so that the wedding night could be special but I have to say what you came up with makes my plan seem…inferior at the very least,” he said.

  She smiled and shook her head.

  “I would still love to see what it was you had in mind,” she said in a low voice.

  “You will…after sorting out those knots in your quads and calves,” he said as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

  She smiled and settled her head on his shoulder. This was going to be the best time of her life.

  True to his word, the spa treatment was exactly what Steven and Julie needed to undo those tight knots that defined their muscles. After a nice long day of facials and hot stone massages, they finally decided to do something a normal married couple would have done.They took a long walk on the beach before going back to their suite and making sweet love to each other. As far as they were concerned, slow, sweet lovemaking was the only thing they had not done in a long time thanks to the craze that was wedding planning. And the wedding night of course.

  When they woke up the next morning, neither of them really wanted to get out of bed. If anything, a long day of binging on movies was all Julie wanted to do and Steven…well, he was up for anything that didn’t involve too much calorie burning. And it was more difficult for him to admit that since he was the one who had come up with the whole honeymoon idea in the first place. He had everything figured out. He had planned for the wedding to be just like the wedding had been (glamorous with a dash of adventure). He rolled to his side and looked at Julie who was still seemingly sleepy.

  “Good morning, wife,” he said in a low voice.

  “Good morning, husband,” she replied in a groggy voice. Her heavy eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze. “What?” she asked looking at him.

  “Nothing,” he said. “Just getting used to the face I will be waking up next to for the rest of my life,” he added with a smile. Julie frowned. “What? Did I say…do something wrong?” he asked quickly. She shook her head and tried to run her fingers through her tangled hair.

  “Nothing. It’s just the way you said the whole thing about waking up next to me sounded…” her voice trailed off. She didn’t exactly have the right words to complete her sentence.

  “What? What did it sound like?” Steven pressed.

  “It sounded like something you were dreading,” she finally said after taking a long deep breath. Steven smiled and pulled himself up to a sitting position and Julie followed suit pulling up the sheet to cover up her bare breasts. A smile played on Steven’s lips. “What?” she asked as she tried straightening out her hair.

  “Why are you covering up?” he asked.

  She smiled and shook her head.

  “Come on, it’s not like you are baring it all right now,” she said, still struggling with her hair. Steven smiled and pulled the sheet off his body revealing his morning wood. “Already?” she asked with a smile on her face.

  Steven raised an eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked as he looked at her. She pointed at his erection in a way that spoke ‘you better put it away if you know what’s good for you’. He shrugged and pulled the sheet over his pelvis. “That’s just my morning boner,” he said. Julie smiled.

  “Boner, huh? How American of you,” she said as she managed to get her fingers through the mess that was her hair for the very first time.

  “What do you mean?” Steven asked.

  “You know, British rarely use that word. It’s usually hard, erect….which is so weird. Clinical even, if you ask me,” she said.

  “So, what? There are words that are exclusively American and others that are British?” he asked.

  Julie raised an eyebrow.

  “Uh…yeah,” she said sounding more condescending than she had initially intended. “Cab taxi, chips french-fries,” she said.

  He looked at her and frowned a little.

  “I bet you cannot come up with more words that….” He started before she smiled in a way that said ‘oh, you’re on’.

  “Catapult slingshot, cookie biscuit, cotton bud cotton swab, crisps chips, gown bathrobe, courgette zucchini, draughts checkers, chemist drugstore…” he raised as hand and cut her short. “I could go on forever,” Julie said with a smile.

  “Clearly. Have you been doing some research or something?” he asked.

  She smiled and shrugged wishing she had placed a bet or something.

  “No, we had this British exchange student and we never seemed to know what the hell she was talking about half the time,” she said smiling.

  “Well, in our defense some of the words in American English are simply ridiculous,” he said.

  Julie crossed her arms over her chest and raised yet another eyebrow. “Really? Like what?” she asked, eager to see where this was going.

  “Drugstore,” he said.

  Julie shook her head confused. “What about it?” she asked.

  “Well, it sounds like you are a junkie going for a fix or something. Like a meth dealer…drugstore,” he said shaking his head. “Drug,” he said insisting on the word. “you have to admit we have the better word,” he said.

  “Well, technically it’s not your word. It’s just a word in the English language,” she smiled.

  “I know that but…you get what I mean,” Steven said determined not to lose the argument. Julie smiled and went back to detangling her hair. “Or you could just say pharmacy,” he said under his breath as he switched on the TV.

  “Oh come on, just let it go already,” she said looking at him.

  “I don’t even know why you are fighting me on this,” Steven said as he moved closer to her and draped an arm around her shoulders. She turned to look in his eyes. “You are already British, by default,” he added before he kissed her softly.

  She smiled when she pulled away. “Yeah…and I am loving every minute of it,” she said in a low voice.

  “So, room service for breakfast or do you want to go out?” he asked.

  “Room service definitely,” she said as she climbed off the bed. Steven looked at her ass as it wiggled with every step.

  “Nice ass,” he called as she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the water and then poked her head through the doorway.

  “Just the ass?” she asked. There was a cheeky look in her eyes.

  “Don’t make me come in there,” he teased. She slowly stepped out of the bathroom and seductively caressed her breasts.

  “Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” she said.

  Steven crossed his arms over his chest. “Depends. Am I still eligible for parole?” he asked.

  She smiled and pretended to think about it.

  “Well, that all depends on your performance this morning,” she said. Steven practically jumped out of bed but she held up her index finger and wagged it from side to side. “Breakfast first,” she said before she walked back to the bathroom.

  Steven quickly placed the call and asked for their breakfast to be brought up to their suite before he walked to the bathroom where he found Julie seated next to the bathtub. He didn’t even care for the mess that was her tangled hair. Right then, she looked perfect to him. If anything, he didn’t think she had ever looked so beautiful. He knew that after the last two nights, it was a good idea for both of them to take it slow but he was eager to see what exactly she had in mind. He walked up to her and she spread her legs.

  “You know what I want,” Julie said in a low voice.

  Steven put his hands on her shoulders and gently forced her to lean against the cold tile before he began tracing kisses down her torso and then to her thighs. He slowly caressed her as he kissed the sensitive inside thigh, occasionally running his tongue along the fine, flawless skin. It was not long before Julie’s pussy transformed to a moist hot canal aching for his touch, lick…anyth
ing he wanted to give. She really didn’t care at that moment.She moaned softly and raised her hips hoping to take him in but he pulled back with a smile. He loved the effect he had on her. It was like watching his own perfect film. Contrary to what had been the case on their wedding night, he was now in control and the one thing he was sure of was the fact that he was not going to fuck her even though he really wanted to. He was going to make sure she begged for him. Yes, this was her punishment for making him watch as she pleasured herself with that rabbit (much as he had enjoyed the show). He was kissing the area around her pussy, being careful not to get so close but when he did, he would exhale on it, giving her hope that soon, he would take her into his mouth. But all this ended too soon when he once again pulled away. His erection twitched when he noticed juices flowing out of her.At that moment, he needed every last nerve to keep himself from claiming her. But when she raised her hips to his face, he could not hold back. Not this time. He went into her pussy, tongue deep making her shiver violently against him. What she didn’t know was that he was stroking himself as he plunged deep into her, licked, stroked and kissed her. She didn’t want him to stop but at the same time she wanted his cock. As she lay there, her body sending a confused emotion through her, Steven could feel her pussy releasing into his mouth just in time with his climax.

  Julie cried out as she felt her body giving in to the passion that had built up over the last few minutes as Steven shot his seed to the ground. By the time the wave passed, they were both exhausted. Steven was on the floor and Julie was still on the counter panting.

  “Damn baby,” she said under her breath.

  “Was that good for you as it was for me?” he asked even though he knew he sounded a little too cliché.

  She laughed and nodded.

  “That was amazing,” she said, still shivering. “I really never want this to end,” she added. Steven would have wanted to pull himself up to look at her but he didn’t have the strength to do so.

  “Why would it ever end?” he asked.

  She smiled and shrugged. She looked at the tub and wished she had started the water when she first came in. She desperately wanted to clean up but getting up from the tile was a problem. Just then, they heard a knock on the door.

  “Room service!” they heard someone on the other side of the door shout.

  “Just in time,” Steven said as he struggled to get on his feet. He grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around his waist. “Need some help?” he asked. Julie smiled and shook her head. He walked out of the bathroom to the front door and let the waiter in before he grabbed a bill from his wallet to tip him. The waiter looked at the hundred dollar bill and smiled broadly before bowing his head one too many times as he left. Steven wheeled the trolley to the bedroom and then walked back to the bathroom. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked looking at Julie who was still lying on the counter.

  “Fine,” she sighed.

  He smiled as he picked her up in his arms and walked them into the bedroom. He carefully laid her on the bed and then walked back to the bathroom to quickly clean up after himself.

  “I would hate for my new wife to slip and fall to her death because I wanted to save my strength by not cumming inside her,” he thought as he wiped down the floor with a tissue. He then took a washcloth and wet it before cleaning himself up. “Need a wet washcloth?” he asked.

  “That would be great, thanks,” Julie called out.

  He took another washcloth and ran it under the sink before wringing it out. He smiled when he walked back to the bedroom to find Julie on the same spot he had placed her.

  “Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t let us finish traditionally?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She looked at him and smiled as he slowly began wiping her down. The cold washcloth was a welcome contrast to her hot moist core. She closed her eyes. She was still panting. “Here, have this,” Steven said as he handed her a bottle of water from the nightstand. She sat up and gulped down the water like her life depended on it. Steven was now officially worried. “Are you okay? Did I take you a little too fast?” he asked as he looked at her.

  “Not at all…I think I just needed to hydrate,” she shook her head. “I actually haven’t had any water since the day before the wedding,” she said. Steven felt a wave of anger washing over him.

  “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” he asked. “You literally burnt through your body’s water storage in a couple of days,” he said. She smiled. “Stop that. I’m serious,” he scolded. Seeing her smile sweetly at him would have made him forget that he was pissed with her in the first place and he needed to drive the point home.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose,” she said before taking some more water. “I didn’t want to have to go to the bathroom in the wedding gown. Do you have any idea how hectic that is?” she asked.

  He smiled and then just as quickly the smile appeared, it disappeared.

  “That’s a not a good enough reason,” he said. “You could have had some later…” he started before Julie pulled herself up and kissed him, silencing him. She looked into his eyes when she pulled away.

  “Relax. I’m fine. I just needed a drink and I got it. I’m okay,” she said in an attempt to get him to calm down. Though she had to admit, seeing him this worried about her made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She looked into his eyes and then kissed him again.

  “Don’t do that…don’t take things for granted like that,” he said.

  She smiled and nodded.

  “I promise I won’t. Right now, I just want to get some food in me and then I will be strong enough to take up whatever the hell you have planned for me,” she said.

  He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t think we…” he started before she kissed him again. “Fine,” he said and pulled away. She smiled as he got up and pulled the trolley closer to her. “Let’s see what we have here” he said as he lifted the cover.

  “Ooh…juice. Give it here,” Julie said. She was desperate for some cold drinks. He handed her a glass of fresh orange juice and just as quickly as she had taken the water, she drank the entire glass before handing it back.

  “Whoa… Are you going to have any room for the eggs, bacon or brioche?” he asked as he lifted one tray to show her.

  She smiled and then laughed.

  “Clearly, you are not as hungry as I am,” she said as she carefully balanced the tray on her thighs. “Oh my God…the brioche is fried,” she said as she took a generous bite of the brioche. “This is what heaven tastes like,” she said in a dramatic voice. Steven smiled and shook his head. She turned to look at him and raised her brioche at him. “To our first fight as a married couple,” she said.

  “People do that? Is that like an American thing?” he frowned.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “Would you just lift your pastry and hit it against mine? Buzzkill,” she said. He smiled and did as she asked before he took a bite of his own brioche.

  “You can be a really bad bully sometimes, you know that?”

  She looked at him and shrugged.

  “But you like it. You married that bully, remember?”

  Steven smiled and nodded.

  “Yes, I did. I married that bully,” he said.

  She laughed.

  “So, are you going to tell me what you had planned for today or are we still doing the whole secret honeymoon thing?” she asked.

  “All I am going to say is dress down. You know, some banging around clothes,” he said.

  “What is that even supposed to mean? Banging around clothes? Are we going to have sex behind some cliff or something?” she asked.

  He couldn’t help but notice how wide eyed she had become at the prospect of some public sex.

  “Damn it. I said one coffee one tea,” he thought as he took a sip of his coffee. “Not that kind of banging…I mean dress down. Some jeans and sneakers rather than a dress,” he said.

  She sm
iled and took a sip of her own coffee.

  “You could have just said that,” she said as she took another bite of her brioche.

  He smiled and turned his attention to the TV.

  “Yeah, I could have just said that,” he said. She looked at him and smiled. “So, there is something I wanted to ask you,” he started sounding more serious.

  “Well, too late. Saying ‘I do’ was the answer to what you wanted to ask,” she joked. He smiled and picked up a strip of bacon. “Okay, fine. What is it, husband?” she asked in a Stepford Wife voice.

  “I know that usually, your hair gets all tangled after sex and considering last night was a no action night….what’s up with the nest?” he asked with a smile.

  “Oh. I’ll get you for that, Davenport,” she said as she took a sip of her coffee. “You won’t know when but I will get you,” she added almost quietly.

  Chapter 5

  After breakfast and an exceptionally long shower together, the two got dressed and headed out. As they rode in the elevator, Julie didn’t know it then but she was in for the surprise of her life. When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, she came face to face with Octavia Channing, the world’s biggest rhythm and blues musician of all time…well according to Julie and her husband, the hottest basketball player she knew ever since Dwayne Wade, Ezra Myer.She couldn’t help herself, her mouth was agape as she stood rooted to the spot looking at her two favorite people right in front of her. The paparazzi were flashing their cameras all around the lobby. She was still in utter shock when Octavia turned around and smiled at them…or at least she was hoping that she was smiling at her and Steven. Ezra was on the phone trying to get his message across despite the loud paparazzi.

  “Steven Davenport as I live and breathe,” she said.

  “Wait. What?” Julie thought as she saw her husband giving a quick hug to the star. Suddenly, Julie felt like she hated the idea that he had made her put on some ‘banging around’ clothes as he had called them and right in front of her, was the biggest star she had possibly ever known dressed in a white gorgeous midi skirt that showed off her perfect body and a matching sleeveless crop top. Even though Julie was more curvaceous, she found herself feeling like she was nothing next to Octavia. She had on a pair of dazzling green peep toed puzzle Manolo heels that showed off her perfectly manicured red toes.