32. Embracing It
32
EMbrACING IT
“ O ur honeymoon,” Coy said, carrying her through the door of the honeymoon suite. He wanted the best for his new wife and she was getting it. Since she wanted everything to be a surprise, this was part of it.
“It is,” she said. “I’m not even fat for it. I’ve only gained two pounds.”
“That was from dinner,” he said, laughing and giving her a playful kiss. “Or the candy bar. You put away a lot.”
“You got it for me,” she said. “And thank you for everything. I mean it. It surpassed my expectations.”
“We know you’ve had expectations for years too,” he said, grinning.
“Have you worried about that?” she asked. “That I had all these images in my head and you might not be able to live up to it?”
If he couldn’t admit it to his wife, then he couldn’t admit it to anyone.
“Maybe,” he said. “But you love me anyway.”
“I do,” she said. “I always have and always will.”
“Good,” he said. “Now we can proceed with our night.”
She laughed. “It’s only five.”
They’d gotten married earlier in the day, had their celebration and everyone had the night to themselves. Their jet was taking off at ten tomorrow. They were stopping in Philadelphia and dropping the Jansens off rather than having to get another flight from Boston home. He arranged for one of Egan’s pilots to bring Spencer home via helicopter rather than wait in airports.
“And I’m going to use every bit of the night to show you what a honeymoon could be like. I wish we could have more than this night.”
“Well,” she said, “if we didn’t have a rushed wedding, we could have planned it better.”
“I’d like us to go away for a long weekend before the baby comes,” he said. “We’ll talk about it this week and look at our schedules.”
“I’d like that,” she said. “Now put me down before you break your back.”
He laughed. “You’re light as a feather. Don’t insult me.”
He moved over to the bed and dropped her down on purpose, then flopped down on top of her.
“You could have just jiggled your child doing that.”
She was laughing when his mouth landed on hers. “It’s more like jiggling all the gummy bears you ate.”
“Guilty,” she said. “I’m going to need some help getting out of this dress.”
He stood up and then reached his hand out to help her up. The dress was stunning on her. The first time he’d seen her dressed up too.
But to him, she was the angel that was her name and would always be. There was this glow around her making her stand out more than anyone else in the room.
She turned her back on him, he reached for the pearl buttons and started to undo them one by one.
When he parted them away, he saw that she didn’t have a bra on.
“Do you have underwear on?” he asked, pulling the dress out a bit and trying to look down. “Shit. Is that a thong?”
“It is,” she said. “And let me tell you, it’s not that comfortable, but I slipped it on about an hour ago.”
“Huh?” he asked.
“I had it in my little purse. When I went to the bathroom I changed into it. I thought you might like it more than something else sexy, though I’ve got something else to show you too.”
His head was spinning. “I only need you,” he said.
“You’ll get that plus some sexy clothes. I’ve got a thong for you too.”
“No,” he said, finishing with the last button. She stepped out of the dress and his eyes went to her bare ass cheeks, then she spun around and he saw the front was just a tiny swatch of lace. “I draw the line at that along with carrying a purse for you.”
“Fine,” she said, giving an exaggerated sigh.
Her hands pushed his navy suit jacket off his shoulders, then went for the buttons on his white shirt. His tie had been ditched a while ago. The jacket too, but he’d put it on when they were coming to the room.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked. Her eyes were glued to his chest.
“You’ve got such a body on you. I think to myself that I’ve dreamed about this for years and here I am living it now.”
“You are,” he said. “We are together.”
Her hands went for his pants, undid them quickly and lowered them. While he was kicking everything away, she went down on her knees in front of him.
He tried to push her away, as it wasn’t what he had planned.
“Let me,” she said. “My first time as your wife.”
He smiled over her calling herself that. Considering how much she said she wasn’t ready for this, she was embracing it as much as him.
“I’m not going to tell you no,” he said.
“Remember that when I ask for other things,” she said, grinning, then lowered her mouth on him. She only gave him one long suck up and down, then her tongue came out and started to lick him as if he was her favorite lollipop and wasn’t giving up one ounce of sugar for anything.
When her fist wrapped around him, he knew he was in trouble and if she didn’t slow down, she was going to get one hell of a surprise that she probably didn’t want.
“Angel,” he said.
“Wife,” she said. “Call me your wife.”
“Wifey,” he said, groaning. “Jesus, slow down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said.
Wow, where was this coming from? “If you don’t, you’re going to get a mouthful of something not so sweet.”
“Maybe I want that,” she said.
“I don’t think you do,” he said.
She stopped and sat back on her heels. “Coy. Don’t tick me off on our honeymoon. If I want to play with your body and have you come in my mouth then I’m going to do it. Hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” he said. Who was this woman he just married? Damn, talk about one lucky man.
Her mouth went back to pleasuring him in an innocent erotic way he’d never expected to feel.
Not only was she licking the length of him, but now gobbling up the dew on his tip.
When she started to stroke him, he was lost. But not as out of control as when she took him completely in her mouth and was bobbing up and down.
Yep, he was going to lose it.
“Angel,” he croaked out.
She didn’t stop and only increased the speed of her hand and mouth until everything just burst out and shot into her mouth.
She went rearing back, coughing and spitting on the floor, even dry heaving twice.
Then she was roaring with laughter. If it wasn’t for the laughter, he’d feel like shit.
“Well,” she said. “You did warn me. Guess I wasn’t expecting it to come out so fast.”
“Christ,” he said, picking her up. “You’re something else.”
“In a good way?” she asked when he laid her on the bed.
“The best way possible,” he said, moving down her body, his mouth landing on a nipple and starting to suck. He knew she was sensitive with her pregnancy and loved when he did that.
Softly nibbling, his tongue swirling, his breath blowing while his hand massaged her at the same time.
She was arching up into him. “Coy,” she said.
“Husband,” he said.
“Hubby,” she said. “I don’t want to be teased. I want you to make me come now.”
“I don’t know what came over you, but I love it.”
“You like me talking like this?” she asked.
“I do. I hope you do it more than just in our honeymoon suite,” he said.
“I hope I do too. I think the atmosphere is making me more outgoing.”
“Then think of this going forward,” he said, moving down her belly, stopping for a few kisses, and then landing on his target between her legs.
He was going to make her scream out his name.
“I can’t think of anything right now,” she said. “Stop talking.”
He smiled and got back to work. His hands were massaging her inner thighs, his mouth tasting her the same as she did him.
Softly at first. Building her up, then applying more pressure.
He latched onto her swollen bud, feasted on it as if it was the only meal he’d have the rest of his life, and never wanted it to end.
It was all he did and had her squirming on the bed, him almost pinning her down so he could continue.
Then her body froze and she started to squeak out a bunch of syllables that made no sense.
“Coy,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
He wouldn’t. Ever.
But she finally grabbed his head and pulled him away. “You told me not to stop,” he said.
“I can’t take anymore,” she said. “I need to catch my breath. Good lord you are so good at that.”
He smiled and moved up the bed, his hands on the sides of her shoulders, nudged her legs apart, and settled between her thighs but didn’t enter her. He just wanted to lie there, their bodies touching.
She wouldn’t let him though. Her hips started to lift.
“I thought you needed a break.”
“I got it. Now I need you inside of me,” she said.
He found her opening and easily slid in, the two of them moving as if they were one.
Nothing was fast and frantic.
It was more smooth and slow like their first song on the dance floor as a married couple.
He got on his forearms, his eyes searching hers, the two of them locked in the same gaze as they’d held most of the day.
“I love you so much,” she said.
“I love you too,” he said. “More than I thought it was possible to love any woman. I just want to make you happy.”
She smiled. “Keep me like this and there will never be a bad day.”
Coy laughed and lowered his mouth to hers, their kiss deep, their tongues moving with the rhythm of their bodies until both of them were spent and he collapsed on her, rolled and held her tight until he heard her sleeping on his chest.
This was what a wedding day should be!