“Why did you marry me David?” My voice is hardly higher than a whisper.
He pulls back a little, looking down at my face. “Because I wanted you,” He says, stroking my arms. My skin tingles where his fingers touch me, and I feel the last of my resistance melting. “I wanted you the moment I saw you standing outside that little shop in that small town, looking so lost
and alone. I wanted your innocence, your beauty,” he leans over and drops a soft kiss on the sensitive corner of my lips, “I wanted your body Sophie, I wanted to see your face when I make you scream my name.”
His words set a desperate fire to my blood. I lean into him, hungry for him. When it comes to this, I can’t fight him. I make one last attempt. ‘You didn’t have to marry me,” I whisper, “You already had me.”
“And then I wanted no one else to ever have the pleasure. Understand that Sophie,” He says, moments before his mouth descends on mine in a scorching kiss. “You are mine.”
My body melts and I press myself against him, aching to give him everything I am. I want this. I want him to belong to me, even if only for these few moments.
Soon my clothes are on the floor, and his soon follow. He carried me over to one of the two armchairs in the room and sets me down, kneeling on the floor between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist and press my body against him, rubbing myself against the hard swell of his erection. I want him so much I’m aching. Impatiently, I use my hand to guide him inside me, moaning as his tip slides into my body.
He grips my ass and lifts me off the chair, pressing me towards him as he enters me all the way. My whole body weakens and I fall against him with a low moan. He moves out and plunges into me again, and I cry out, my body shaking. He continues to move, each stroke of his rock hard shaft driving me to a pleasurable madness.
Later, when I am weak from my climax, he carries me to bed, stroking my hair as we lie side by side on the bed, my head resting on his shoulder. I can’t help wishing that we would always be like this.
“You know,” He says musingly. “I owe you a honeymoon.”
“Yes you do,” I agree, “Somewhere that will ‘blow my mind’” I tease.
“Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go?” He doesn’t stop stroking my hair.
I sigh. “I would go anywhere with you.” I tell him, and I mean it.
He turns over, until he is leaning over me. The kiss he gives me is gentle and undemanding. I close my eyes. I can almost feel my consciousness dissolve into him. I’ve lost myself, I think. This is how love feels.
“I think I know just the place.” He pauses long enough to say before starting to kiss me again.”
“I thought we were going out for dinner,” I ask breathlessly, when we stop for air.
“Forget dinner.” He says, his lips dipping to my breasts, and in a few moments, I have.
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In the morning, David is in his study arranging our trip, while Mrs. Daniels and I pack a few clothes.
He has refused to tell me where we’re going. Even when I asked him what I should pack. “Just a few things,” He’d replied, “You’re not going to be dressed most of the time.”
I’ve succeeded in pushing all thoughts of Carole Banks to the back of my mind. I don’t want to think about her, or about the NDA. I don’t want anything to ruin my happiness.
“Won’t you tell me where we’re going?” I ask David later, as Steve drives us to the airport.
“I like to keep you guessing.” He replies. He’s wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, with a black leather jacket, he looks so young and cool, I have to hold myself back from slobbering all over him. We pass through cursory security checks at the airport, after which we go out to his plane, which is waiting for us on the runway. I feel like a star as I stroll to the plane, hands linked with David’s, my halter neck dress flowing in the breeze, my eyes covered by wide sunshades.
A pilot and steward greet us as we enter the plane. The interior is luxurious. The main cabin is superbly furnished with comfortable looking couches, and well placed coffee tables. There is also a private bedroom, with a bathroom and closet space.
We take off after an immigration official comes to check our passports. I give him my new passport, still unable to believe how quickly it was prepared. An agent arrived in the apartment in the morning with some forms, and watched me fill and sign them. A few hours later, the passport arrived by courier.
The plane sails smoothly through the air. If not for the puffy white clouds I can see through the windows, I can actually forget that we’re flying. I stretch happily, taking sips from the glass of white wine the steward serves me.
“It must be exciting travelling like this all the time.” I tell David.
He looks up from the newspaper he’s reading and shrugs. “Yeah, probably.”
I roll my eyes at his nonchalance, and he gives me a teasing smile.
I spent the next few minutes bugging him about where we are going. When I finally fall asleep, he still hasn’t given me any clues.