Chapter Twenty-One #2
The goodbyes and well-wishers surrounded them as the newlyweds were sent on their way to start their life together.
The honeymoon was to be at an undisclosed location because Quinn wanted to surprise Cheyenne.
When they arrived at the airport, they took a late afternoon flight to Denver.
Before they left, he gave their itinerary to Da because he was the only one he trusted to keep it a secret until Quinn got her safely to her destination.
Quinn explained. “We have to take another flight tomorrow afternoon, but I didn’t want to get stuck on the plane for so many hours on our first night. I have other plans for tonight.”
“Are you kidding? Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there. I’ve been planning this for a long time and I’m not spilling the beans right before I complete the surprise.” He unlocked the hotel door and led her into the room, doing a quick check to see if all looked right before letting her walk further.
“Now, Mrs. O’Connor, I believe there was a small issue of patience that I need to reward.”
Cheyenne smiled and then looked around for a moment before nervously requesting a shower first. Quinn looked at her for a moment, assessing where she was in her thinking before nodding with a smile, only to join her after she stepped into the stream of warm water.
“A little cold isn’t it?” he spoke as he slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her back into his now wet chest.
She giggled, and he laughed at the innocent sound of joy. “It’s heating up. Maybe you need to practice some patience.”
“Yes, it is,” he responded as he kissed her shoulder.
“The water is getting warmer, too.” He continued sucking and lapping the water droplets as he progressed down her body.
“I’m going to try to do the best I can to give you what you’ve patiently waited for, but I can’t promise.
I know it isn’t going to be leisurely as I had first hoped because,” he passed his hand down her belly to her wet curls covering her mons, pulling slightly to heighten her arousal.
“I’m going to bring you some enjoyment in here to prime the pump so to speak and then we are going to continue to the next phase of the evening, the Kentucky Derby. ”
“I see,” she said, a little breathless as he worried her clit. “But I don’t have my big floppy hat and Mint Julip. Do you think we should wait until I get them?”
“I don’t think we should wait. That is not happening. I have waited,” he teased her clit a bit more intensely before dipping inside to find her saturated with arousal, “and ached,” he kissed her lips, consuming her breath, “long enough.”
Quinn held her against him tightly as he brought her to her first climax of the day.
Next, he soaped her and cleansed her. Just that bit of ministration brought her to climax again.
He waited until her breathing was back to normal and she was ready to stand on her own before he took the detachable shower head and rinsed her off, careful to direct its spray over her pink bits.
He didn’t want any soap to remain for the next stage. She was getting sensitive now.
Cheyenne took soap and lathered him as she looked up into his face full of halfhearted censure and said, “It’s my first night too.”
“You’re right. I’ll share the floor tonight but only tonight.”
“We’ll see but I’ll take it, for now.” She reached down and lathered his cock with her soapy hands. “You’re as big as I expected but it will be a tight fit. I haven’t been with anyone since before dating you.”
“I should hope not.” His relaxed and aroused body could only last so long before he put a stop to her ministrations.
“Stop, baby, I need to last so I can get you where I want you.” When she slowed down but continued the assault, he reached down his hand to stop her.
“You wouldn’t want to court a spanking already, would you, Mrs. O’Connor?
I can guarantee I have many more ways to redden your backside or punish a naughty piscín than what I have shown you. ”
“No, no, I don’t need any more heating up. Can we hurry? I need you and I have been such a good girl for so long, I might die if you don’t hurry.”
Quinn slapped her wet bottom hard enough to leave his print and make her screech before washing her hair.
While she conditioned it, he finished his cleaning before kissing her neck and stepping out of the shower in search of towels.
He was dry by the time she was finished, and he carefully dried her.
Then, lifting her up, he strode into the bedroom and tossed her into the center of the bed.
She laughed and dove for the covers, trying to get under them.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Pulling her legs toward him, he arranged her for the best vantage point, placing his head smoothly between her thighs.
“Put your hands above your head, piscín,” he said, signally the continuation of play.
“Hey, I thought we shared tonight,” protested Cheyenne with a grin.
“We will, but I get my turn first,” declared Quinn with a matching grin, as he savored his treat one lap at a time.
“Sorry, baby, but I have to come visiting now. I’m not going to hold out much longer.
I wanted to take you to the moon three times, but I promise to do it again, only I have to come inside first.”
As good as his word, since he knew where her spongy g-spot was, he angled to hit it and then her clit from his spot on top. It wasn’t long before both were orbiting. Cheyenne had been on the pill for several months so that they would not get pregnant right away and Quinn could go bareback.
Much too soon, playtime was over as the newlyweds burned out quickly. A long week and a longer day were catching up with them. The second round, when Cheyenne woke up, had Cheyenne trying the bronc riding position, and she loved it.
“Oh please, can we do it this again? Please?”
Quinn grunted and said, “Yes, we can do it again. I love the way I have free access to your body when you ride me.”
“I do too,” she managed to get out before he flipped her around so he could play again. It was a long, hot night.
Quinn was glad he had made their next flight in the afternoon. He could not imagine leaving the hotel before noon, and he could see Cheyenne needed a good soak first. Life was good.
“We are flying to Miami, Florida? We are really going to Miami?” she squealed. “I’ve never been to Florida, and I have always wanted to see it. You’re incredible. I can’t believe you remembered.”
Then they spent the rest of the day, night and part of the next day in Miami, before Quinn put them in a cab with their luggage and soon they boarded a cruise ship for a ten-day trip through the islands.
Thanksgiving in the Bahamas was incredible, and she couldn’t wait to come home and show off her tan.
Her first time swimming in the ocean and snorkeling was a blast. Quinn was very indulgent, allowing her to do whatever she wanted within reason.
Swimming where the sharks had last been seen was not something he allowed, even though she pouted and begged.
Finally, he landed three loud swats on her barely covered bottom, turning several heads.
“There are a few things I must deny you, Cheyenne, and if that’s too hard for you to accept, I’m sure they have paddles or their equivalent here. I also know that panties are always optional.”
“You wouldn’t.” Looking into her man’s face as he looked her in the eye and started to reach down to lift her cover up, she knew he would do it right where they stood. “Okay. spoilsport. Who invited the dom to our honeymoon, anyway?”
“I’m good with that designation if it keeps you safe. And I invited him.” He bent down to kiss her pouty lips and made love to her mouth right on the side of the street. No one seemed to mind. When they returned to the ship, they finished what they had started behind closed doors.
“I have your wedding present,” announced Cheyenne as she reached into the suitcase and brought out a white document envelope.
“Hmm, what is this, a certificate for a getaway weekend with my lovely bride?”
“Well, it could be a getaway, but I think it’s a bit more. Open it up.”
He looked at her for a long moment before he opened the envelope and pulled out a deed to the house in Elk Ridge. His eyes met hers, and he waited for a few seconds before responding.
“You knew.”
“I did. I love that you did it, but I was also hurt. I thought we agreed to do it together. I felt as though you had taken the joy of that away. A few days ago, when we worked through the Maggie disaster, I expected you would tell me then, but you didn’t.
Then I talked with Da and he said it was something you wanted to do, and I should accept it. How did you get it in my name as well?”
“Remember those little powers of attorney that we executed so that when you were gone to training and loan-outs I could handle anything that came up in case we had overlooked it and you had one for me, just in case?”
“Ah, you’re devious. I would say you planned it that way, but Ace was the one who suggested it.”
“Um, well, about that...”
“You set that up too. I’m going to have to watch you more closely. You’re wilier than I gave you credit for and I won’t make that mistake again. No more buying big-ticket items without me. It won’t go well for you, piscín, so be forewarned.”
“Then that has to go for you too, Mr. O’Connor.”
“Done.” He shifted his tone and laid her down on the bed, “I love it and I love you, Mrs. O’Connor. Now let me show you my appreciation.”