Deadly Passion, an Epiphany (23 page)

“It’s breathtaking, Mark. I have to take pictures of this.”

“Not until after I do this.” He promptly took her into his arms and claimed her lips in a kiss so searing, so hot, so long, so wonderful, that she almost couldn’t stand the heat that rose within her and almost forgot about the lovely negligee and her resolution to take photos before they started their wedding night.

Forcing herself to tear her lips away, she struggled out of his arms. He set her on the floor. “I’m off to the bathroom,” she said, laughing and escaped his reach. “Don’t muck up the bed or touch anything until I take my photos, please?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” he grinned and saluted.

In the bathroom, Megan quickly removed her makeup, took off her clothes and slipped into the lovely, white satin nightie. It had come with a sheer gown. It looked almost good enough to be a summer wedding ensemble, she decided. She glanced around the bathroom and saw the inviting Jacuzzi—a must for in the morning before they went to the airport.

After taking her digital camera out of her suitcase, she snapped pictures of the room from all angles. Then, to tease him, she snapped a picture of Mark opening the bottle of champagne.

“Megan, I’m naked!”

“So?”

“Naughty woman. So you want to remember me like this when we’re old and grey, huh?”

“Definitely.”

“Well, in that case…” Carrying two filled flutes of champagne, he set them on the nightstand and promptly took the camera from her hands. “Your turn.”

“Ha, ha. I’m wearing my negligee.”

“Not for long, darling.”

She posed for him while he took pictures of her in the nightie before he set the camera on the nightstand and took her into his arms, kissed her briefly, then promptly slipped off the gown and nightie. They slithered to the floor and she stood naked. Not that it was anything new, but tonight was different. He handed her a champagne flute and picked up his own, then linked arms with her.

“Baby, here’s to the rest of our lives.”

“To eternity together,” she said softly.

They drank the champagne in one go and Mark quickly walked to the table to fill their glasses again. She’d not noticed him grab the camera and before she realized, he snapped pictures of her in the nude. She’d already relaxed on the bed when he walked away. Now, he grabbed a rose out of a vase, pulled the petals off, and walking to the bed he sprinkled them over her body.

“You’re so bad,” she said, her voice husky from the desire building within her.

“You want naked memories for when we’re flabby and wrinkled, well, so do I.” He winked.

“Okay, that’s enough. I only took two of you.”

“You can take more later. Right now, I want my main dessert.” He put the camera on the nightstand and climbed on the bed, his cock hard and pulsing.

Reaching out, she encased it. She could feel the blood throb within the swollen veins. It set her even more on fire than she already was.

He knelt between her legs, pushing them apart and gazed at her sex. “So beautiful,” he said softly, “so delightfully wet.”

By climbing between her legs, his cock had slipped out of her hand. She could feel it pulsing against her belly as he lay on top of her, cradling her in his arms. She wound her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers. Their lips met, softly at first, their tongues licking, tasting. The kiss deepened until she thought he’d suck the life out of her. Her pussy oozed. She felt the liquid trickle down her slit and she wanted him, oh damn, did she want him inside her now. He tore his lips away from hers and kissed her nose, her chin, her neck, then rained kisses around the circle of each breast while his fingers tweaked her nipples. She pushed up slightly waiting for him to claim a nipple. When he did, quivers ran from her breasts into her stomach down to her aching sex. His mouth traveled slowly down to hover over her clit. He took it between his lips and sucked while his fingers entered her.

Arching her hips, she pushed up hard against his hand, his mouth, but it wasn’t enough. “Damn, Mark, I need you inside me.”

“And I want to savor every moment of our first time together as man and wife, darling,” he said looking up at her, his voice hoarse.

He pushed her legs farther apart and sitting on his knees, he stared at her sex again. He parted her pussy lips and ran his fingers up and down her slit.

She could hardly stand it anymore. “Mark, oh, Mark, please…”

Finally, he placed the tip of his cock near her waiting vagina, but still he didn’t enter her. His thumb rubbed her clit again and his other hand reached for a breast, a nipple, and teased her. She squirmed, begged, tried to push up so that his cock would enter her.

When he did, he pushed into her slowly, teasingly slow. But now he lay fully on top of her, his arms holding her tight and his tongue tasting her lips. In one thrust he was inside her. It was almost as if he was bigger than ever. She felt her vaginal walls stretch to accommodate him, felt the heat sear through her body as he started to move within her.

“Oh, God, Mark, I need to come.”

“Then come, baby, come. I’m holding mine for now,” he said softly near her ear.

“Why are you teasing me like that? I want to feel you come, I want to feel you release inside me. We’ve got all night…please…”

“That’s true. Baby, I love you so much, more than life itself,” he whispered as his strokes became more rapid. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside, and felt him tremble.

“Yes, baby, yes, fuck me hard now. Come now, babe, come now!” she shouted as she felt the lightning bolts of release shoot through her abdomen. He groaned and for the first time she actually felt the strong release of his semen inside her.

Both breathing heavy, they relaxed in each other’s arms for a while, until he rolled off her, grabbed the flutes and handed one to her. She sipped from the bubbling liquid. “Mark?”

“Yes, hon?”

She snuggled close to him, still holding her flute. “Does any part of today feel real to you? Do you think sometimes that maybe we’re still somewhere on that alien world and they’re just making us believe that this is real?”

“I have to admit that yes, it’s occurred to me. I’m almost afraid to open my eyes when I wake up in the mornings, afraid to find you gone, afraid to wake up in that horrible mine.”

“What if all this is just another alien ploy? More playing with our minds?”

“Well, baby, if this is another of their games, then it’s pretty damn real. I mean, we’re on Earth. We’re home. We’re not on that godforsaken planet.”

“But what if it’s all a dream? An illusion? They seemed to be capable of such out-of-this-world stunts, that it really scares me.” Megan shivered.

“Sweetheart, whatever it was that we experienced, it was strange, and if we told anyone who wasn’t with us, they’d declare us crazy, but I really think you can put your fears aside. We’re here on planet Earth. We’re in one piece, and through this whole crazy experience, we’ve found a lot of new friends. Now, stop all this nonsense talk. You can write about it in your book to your heart’s content, but tonight it’s all about us. And by the way, I have a surprise for you,” he said and kissed her on the nose.

“Another one?”

“I know you don’t like New York.”

“You’re stating a fact you already know.”

“What would be your most favorite place to live?”

“That’s unfair. You know what it is and you—“

“Hush. Say it.”

“Home.”

“Well, home is where the heart is and where we are together, so that’s not an accurate description, but I know what you mean. I’ve bought property in your hometown, or near it to be precise. Our house will be completed in February and your father is going to teach me how to become a farmer.”

“Seriously? You’re joking now, right?”

“Would I joke about something so serious?”

She jumped up and sat on her knees staring down at him. “Really? You’re dead serious?”

“Uh, uh. You can start choosing colors and furniture soon.”

“Wow, you’re the best. I didn’t know you had that much money.”

“You’ve never asked and I was lucky. I had a single aunt who left me her fortune because I was her favorite nephew, but I couldn’t access it until a year ago. It’s been in trust all this time. Probably a good thing because of the wild life I’ve led. I’ve already transferred money to my siblings and my parents, and there’s a huge chunk waiting for us to spend. And now, Mrs. Engler, I want to explore every inch of you!”

Gabriella Bradley lives in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, amidst rugged mountains. She more than often has a grizzly in her backyard searching for food. Other critters that visit on a regular basis are cougars, coyotes, squirrels, raccoons.

She has been a writer all of her life, though only ventured into erotic works in 2003. Her hobbies include hiking, gardening, swimming, sewing, embroidery. Favorite movies are old timers like Gone with the Wind, Spartacus etc. Favorite music is Abba.