8. Leora
CHAPTER EIGHT
Leora
M y wedding night was one of the worst nights of my life. The rejection hit me so hard. And I still don’t understand it. It still hurts to think about it. Mas was so cold and abrupt. He pushed me away and didn’t even want to sleep in the same room as me.
I thought he wanted to marry me. I’m so confused.
And I know men have needs - isn’t it normal to sleep with your spouse.
We are married. Married couples have sex.
Maybe he’s not attracted to me?
No - that can’t be right. I think I’m pretty. He seemed into me when he kissed me - so why in the world did he turn me down on our wedding night?
I know if he just lets go of whatever he has against intimacy then we can get to know each other more and we can build an actual relationship.
We have just landed in Hawaii, and I am over the moon with excitement as we step off the private jet.
He has been his usual quiet self the entire flight, but now that we’re here, the vibe is going to bring him out of his shell. I just know it.
People rush towards us, throwing strings of beautiful flowers around our necks. Bright red and yellow. Our car is already waiting here for us and the driver is busy loading our luggage while Masaccio and I stand listening to the welcoming song as Hawaiian dancers sway their hips. It’s gorgeous, and so much fun.
I giggle and jump a little, grabbing Masaccio’s hand. He pulls his hand back.
Asshole. I will break him down.
He’ll soften over the next week.
The driver comes over to us. “Mr. And Mrs. Vece, we are ready to take you to your accommodation.”
Driving through Hawaii feels like I have been transported into a different world. This is nothing like the city at home.
It’s like I’m in a movie. Everything looks so perfect. Bright, warm sunshine is flooding everything, and the ocean looks so blue it’s almost like someone painted it that way.
Our accommodation is a beach villa. The back step opens right up onto the beach. The white sand is right up against the house.
I can’t believe this. It’s a dream come true.
Masaccio doesn’t look impressed at all as we walk through the villa. He picks up an apple from the fruit basket and eats it, glancing around as though he’s seen this all a hundred times.
“This place is magical.” I say, skipping around the sofa to open the big glass sliding doors.
“Mm. Yeah. It’s great.” Mas says with zero enthusiasm.
“Do you think we can go diving while we’re here? I’ve always wanted to try that.”
“You can go diving. Do whatever you want.” He turns his back on me and walks out of the living room area towards the kitchen.
I follow him, a playfulness in my step. “Are you hungry? Shall we go out for some seafood?”
“No. I’m going to make a toasted cheese and then get some sleep.” He replies blandly.
“Mm. Ok.”
If he wants to lie down for a while I have the perfect idea.
Up in the bedroom I pull my suitcase open and start searching for my black silk nightie. The white didn’t seem to catch his attention enough, so I’ll try black this time.
It’s our first night on our honeymoon - all the pressure from the wedding is over - so I think he will be much more relaxed - and enthusiastic.
I giggle as I head into the bathroom to change.
Wrapping a long silk gown, also black, around myself to hide what I’m wearing - I want to keep it a surprise. I wait, listening for him - he won’t be long.
But it feels like ages has passed and I hear nothing.
I sigh, getting bored with all the waiting.
Finally, when I think he must have changed his mind about having a sleep after lunch - I head downstairs to find him.
And he’s asleep on the sofa.
He fell asleep down here.
I giggle. Poor guy was so tired he didn’t even make it up stairs. No wonder he seemed so disinterested in the villa.
I push him a little, shifting him over so that I can lie down next to him. In his sleep he mumbles but moves easily enough.
I drop the gown to the floor, feeling the smooth fabric as it brushes over my skin, then I lie down next to him, pulling his arm and wrapping it around my waist.
I snuggle with my back against his chest, pressing my ass against his cock.
I close my eyes, a grin on my face, knowing he won’t be able to resist the feel of this silk when he wakes up.
I can’t sleep, because being this close to him makes every cell of my body feel alive.
I press my ass a little harder against his cock and he stirs slightly. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I gasp.
My heart beats a million miles an hour.
I hear him mumble something I can’t make out. He’s talking in his sleep.
His hand travels over my waist and I feel him thrusting his hips forward a little.
His cock is growing harder.
I move my hips in small circles. Feeling so turned on at his touch.
“Leora?” he says in shock, shifting his hips away from me so that I can no longer feel how hard he is. “What the fuck?” he mutters.
He sits up, half pushing me off the sofa. “What are you doing?”
“You said you wanted to sleep for a little while after lunch, so I was lying with you.” I say innocently. “But seeing as you’re awake now maybe—” I sit up and turn to face him, sitting on my knees with my legs spread wide. His eyes trail over my body, the skimpy black silk hardly covering anything at all.
He clears his throat, and I see how he has to force himself to look away.
“I’m going to shower.” He grabs my hips, lifts me out of the way, stands up and sets me back down on the sofa. “Alone.” He says.
I stare at his back as he walks away from me. Why doesn’t he want me?
Biting my lip, I look down at what I’m wearing. It’s cute. It’s better than cute - it’s really sexy.
I sigh and flop back against the sofa.
You know what - it’s just a challenge that’s all.
I’ll embrace the challenge - it’ll make it so much better when he is ready.
Except that the entire week of our honeymoon - no matter what I do - he rejects me.
I try the pink lace, the black lace, the red lace and even wearing nothing at all.
I try being a little forceful, and a little playful and he ignores me.
He doesn’t even want to take me for dinners or lunches or join me for walks on the beach.
He’s boring. Or he just finds me boring. I don’t know. I don’t understand at all.
It’s started to get really exhausting just trying to get him to make love to me. I never expected it to be this difficult. I mean, he doesn’t even want to eat breakfast with me - so how can I convince him to have sex with me?
By the second to the last day of our honeymoon, we have hardly spoken at all and I’m feeling miserable.
I’m accepting that he is just not interested in me.
I don’t really want to believe that this is how my married life is going to be - but I don’t know what else to do.
Maybe I need to give him a little bit of space for now and when we get home, I can try again.
He married me. I’m his wife. He’s a man - doesn’t he have needs for affection and connection just like everyone else in the world?
I just need to be patient - that’s all.
The flight back home I am a lot more quiet than usual. I keep to myself and read a book I purchased in Hawaii. I let him be. Because that’s what he seems to want for now.
Maybe, just maybe, he prefers to be the one who chases, and he doesn’t like me to be so forward. So, I’ll step back and wait for him to come to me this time.