“No, you don’t.”
The flight went by quickly - very quickly because the place we would be honeymooning was much closer than Tammy probably expected. I knew I couldn’t take her away from work for too long, and besides, something from our past told me that this would be the perfect place to take her.
I got my answer when I told Tammy to close her eyes, opened all the shades on one side of the plane and then told her to open them on the other side to take in the view of one of the most beautiful and impressive waterfalls in the world from thousands of feet in the air.
“Niagara Falls?” Tammy exclaimed, joy chasing every other emotion from her face. “Oh my gosh, I’ve been wanting to come here for so long! Did you remember this from high school?
“Yep,” I said, immensely proud of myself. “You always used to say you wanted to visit the Falls someday. And I figured with college and then wedding planning, you might have always been too busy to make it up here, even though it’s not that far. And even if this wasn’t the first time… It would be the first time with me.”
“Nate, you’re the cockiest man I know… And I love… This is so perfect. Thank you… We get to explore all the lookout points together and-” Tammy broke off her tirade of happiness, and this time it was she who pulled me into a kiss. “I don’t want to go out and see them tonight, though,” she said, almost pressing her face to the window despite her words. “I want to see them properly during the day.”
I was in full agreement with that, mostly since I wasn’t interested in seeing anything but Tammy in our luxurious honeymoon suite tonight, but I didn’t say that aloud. Besides, I had a feeling she already knew and felt the same way.
We arrived at said honeymoon suite shortly after landing and found it well stocked with bottles of champagne. Soon we had kicked off our shoes and sprawled across the large bed, glasses in hand as we continued the path to tipsiness we had started aboard Zeke’s jet.
“So, do you think it worked?” Tammy asked, swishing her glass before taking a sip and flicking one foot back and forth to the music playing from the speakers across the room. “Did we fool Mack, I mean?”
“Are you kidding? I fooled myself for a few minutes,” I admitted, emboldened by my own glass of liquid courage.
Tammy’s blue eyes looked up at me through dark lashes. “Me too. The dress, the guest list except for my mom being in Cincinnati, the… everything. It was all perfect, just like anything I ever dreamed of.” She shifted from her side to her stomach, and I caught a glimpse of that same white lace bra. “It was hard to remember that it was all fake.”
“All?” I raised my eyebrows and set my glass aside. “All?” I repeated, kneeling on the soft rug beside the bed so I could be face level with her as she lay on her stomach. “Was this fake?” I whispered, stirring the wisps of hair around her cheeks before leaning in to place a kiss on her lips.
“Well,” she said softly when we allowed a fraction of an inch to separate us, “maybe not everything.” She released her fluted glass with no resistance as I took it and set it on the nightstand. Tammy sat up with her legs over the side of the bed, probably thinking I would join her there.
Honestly, I was perfectly happy with the view from down here. The soft light from the overhead fixture haloed her, and I couldn’t help but think how she would look like the most beautiful of angels with her blonde hair if she were still wearing her white wedding dress… not that she needed help looking like an angel. I ran my hands up and down my angel’s thighs before reaching up to pull her into another kiss. Her hair fell around us to form a curtain that blocked out the light and accentuated every quick, stolen breath. God, I loved the smell of her hair so much… it was just like the roses she carried down the aisle this afternoon.
Our kisses quickly grew more passionate. There was no need for care or tentativeness, not this time. Her lips tasted of lipstick and champagne, but somehow that served only to ignite a longing deep within me and reminded me of the incredible woman Tammy had become.
I wanted more of that woman. It was easy to slip from her lips to her neck, because when I cupped my hands around her ass cheeks, she arched her back reflexively. I strewed soft kisses down her neck into the little hollow where her collarbones met below her throat, then went lower, testing the limits of bare skin that her tank top left to my searching lips. Pulling that tank top over her head and tossing it aside felt like a formality since I had already seen her bra twice today, and this time Tammy didn’t slap my hand away when I felt for the clasp at her back.
She did raise an eyebrow when I undid that clasp without any trouble whatsoever, but I deflected her suspicion by using my tongue on the parts of her that had been revealed. At this moment, I wanted nothing to matter to Tammy but me. I wanted to be the only thing on her mind. No weddings, no business, nothing, just the feel of my hands locking her close to me as she shifted with every move I made.
Her fingernails grazed my shoulders, but I could hardly feel them through my T-shirt. That wouldn’t do; that wouldn’t do at all. Tammy and I agreed on this, and we promptly sent my shirt to join hers on the floor. She tried again, and this time I shifted under her touch, being gentle when she merely rested her hands on me and working harder when I felt the scratch of her nails asking for more.
I was happy to oblige, but only if it was a fair trade. The removal of her leggings would fit the bill, and I worked my fingers beneath the waistband of the tight piece of clothing. Her nails slipped from my shoulders as I made my way down with the progress of the leggings. A smattering of kisses on her bare thighs later, I had the leggings over her feet and only a pair of white lacy underwear to match the bra remained to hide Tammy from my eyes.
I put this last bastion of privacy under siege. Tammy gasped under the ministrations of my hand as I made my way back up her body to her lips, relishing the renewed taste of lips that were slightly parted after that first gasp. Her soft moans made me want her so badly, and I had to kiss her harder to silence them, working in a bit of tongue here and there to give her something else to think about.
I was thinking about something else too, something that was still hidden from me. Something that I wanted to see, touch and taste. I chose teasing over efficiency and took her panties off with my teeth, working them slowly down her legs on each side and making her wait long, lust-filled seconds.
Once they were off, I made her wait no longer. I put my tongue to work licking away her displeasure, focusing on that recently revealed sweet spot. A weight settled on my shoulders as she wrapped her legs around me, holding my head in place.No more teasing, the strength in her grip told me.You had your fun.
I did, but that didn’t mean the fun had to stop. I could think of lots and lots of ways to have even more fun. I just needed a single finger for one of those ways… but Tammy’s subsequent gasp urged me to add one more, then one more.
Tammy’s legs lost their strength and shook against my back, and her hips wriggled under the combination of tongue and fingers. I looked up at her between her legs, licked her sweet taste off my lips and went back in for the final lap. Everywhere I touched her, I could feel her losing control, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until…
“Sorry,” she laughed breathlessly as she came down from her pleasure high and realized that I had to use my hands to keep her from crushing my head between her legs.
“It’s fine. It’s cute.” I finally joined her on the bed, pushing her gently onto her back like she had expected in the beginning and kissing away the shakiness.
“Maybe I can do something to apologize.” Her whispered offer ended with the sound of my jeans being unzipped. A certain part of me begged for release in more ways than one, so it took no convincing for me to kick off my remaining clothes. My hands drifted to her waist, and her wetness guided me to her, letting me slip in easily and, oh, my God, she felt so good. You would think after all the times I had been with women I would be used to this feeling, but something about Tammy wiped away everything I had ever experienced before and left me with a clean slate.
I promptly set about writing over that slate. I didn’t even bother starting out slow. Neither of us wanted that. She grasped at me eagerly, pinning my hand against her chest and meeting me halfway with her hips to show me that she wanted me.
Tammy’s lithe, curvy body moving in perfect sync with mine already had me near the edge. She could see that just as I had seen it in her and started to moan, soft little sounds of anticipation that drove me crazy. Every ounce of pleasure within me poured through my veins, gathering into a pool of liquid, lust-fueled fire.
The dam on the pool broke and flooded my senses, leaving room for nothing but pleasure. The hotel vanished and I forgot how to breathe. The feelings were so strong that I wondered somewhere deep in the back of my mind if this might be the time I actually managed to hurt myself somehow.
But no. I came out of my haze slowly, losing myself to laziness and contentment as I let myself flop on the covers beside Tammy, one arm draped over her stomach. We lay there for a moment, just breathing, and then I prised myself out of the unattractive mess we had made of the bedsheets and held out a hand to Tammy, who cracked open an eye unwillingly. “Shower?” I asked.
A yawn escaped from her jaw. “Fine, but on one condition.”
“What?”
“Carry me?”
I scooped her up and planted one more long, soft kiss on her lips. “Fine.”
