First Class to Portland (19 page)

Janie looked up at her husband. “This was my room,” she
whispered, as they walked inside. It was just as she remembered from a few
months earlier.

“You are a total romantic,” she smiled.

“Well not before I met you. You bring it out in me,” he
winked.

There was vase full of lilies on the coffee table and a
bottle of chilled champagne and two goblets.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. “But my little wedding night ensemble
is up in the suite!”

“You won’t need that tonight,” he grinned. “We’ll have some
fun with that tomorrow.”

Matt shut and locked the door and leaned back against it
pulling her to him. “I recall liking this door,” he growled as his mouth
devoured hers. He kissed with love and passion and desire and Janie accepted
everything he offered and gave right back. Their tongues danced and played and
Janie held his face in her hands as his fingers caressed her back.

Matt pulled back, out of breath. “Are those my mother’s
earrings?” he asked.

“They are,” she smiled. “She said she had been waiting for
her daughter to wear them on her wedding day. It was so sweet.”

Matt kissed each one of her ears and chuckled. “Do you know
how many times I heard about those earrings?”

Janie smiled, now knowing Maureen a little better she was
sure she could imagine.

“I want to undress you,” he said. “I want to take off your
wedding dress and see you. I’m going to take it off very slowly.”

Janie’s breath hitched as she saw the desire in his eyes and
heard it in his voice.

“But you can keep the earrings on,” he grinned.

Matt guided her to the edge of the bed where he had her sit
down. He took off his jacket and bowtie and laid it over the desk chair. Then
he knelt at her feet and gently lifted her wedding dress to reveal her shoes.
He pulled off one shoe and then the other and carefully placed them next to the
desk.

He stood and slid onto the bed behind her and nuzzled on the
back of her neck. Then he carefully undid each tiny pearl button going down and
down her back. After the last button was finally open, he crawled off the bed
and knelt back in front of his wife. He reached up and gradually pulled the cap
sleeves down over her shoulders and down her arms and gently lifted each hand
free of the dress. The satin pooled around her waist, her strapless lace bra
exposed. Matt leaned in and kissed her neck, then her shoulders and the smooth
flesh of her breasts spilling over her bra.

“Your skin is so soft,” he purred.

He stood up and pulled Janie up to him and her dress
swooshed to her feet. She stepped out of it and Matt gently picked it up and
laid it over his jacket on the chair. Now she stood in front of him in white
lace pantyhose that stopped at her thighs and white lace panties that matched
her bra.

His gaze moved up her body and then back down.

“It’s all supposed to match,” she blushed. “It’s from a
bridal collection.”

Matt chuckled. “You look positively virginal.”

He knelt down on one knee and rolled down her pantyhose from
one leg and then the other and the act had Janie panting with desire. His hands
were gentle and sweet and the sexual tension between them was palpable. She
lifted one foot and then the other and Matt threw the lace over to her shoes.
He turned back to her and kissed her feet, each toe receiving its own sweet
kiss. He slowly licked up her leg to her inner thigh and Janie thought she was
going to come right then. His fingers kneaded and stroked her behind and he
kissed higher and higher until he kissed her panties. His thumbs hooked the
sides and he pulled them down and kissed her again and Janie’s eyes closed and
her head fell back as she felt his tongue part her.

“Ahh,” she cried as he found her throbbing and in need of
release. He kissed her again and pushed her panties further down her legs.

Matt’s kisses inched higher and he licked and nipped over
her belly.  He stood up and reached behind her and flicked open the hooks of
her bra that quickly fell from her body. He took each nipple in his mouth. They
were hard and distended and he sucked and nipped until she cried out his name
and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his lips to her.

Matt feasted on her body, driving Janie wild and when she
didn’t think she could take anymore he pulled away and took two steps back, his
eyelids half closed, his mouth open and his breathing heavy. He kicked off his
shoes and pulled off his socks and Janie’s eyes dropped to watch his every
move. Unbuttoning his tuxedo trousers, he never took his eyes off her, barely
blinking. The second Janie moved in his direction his eyes squinted and he told
her not to move.

“I want to help,” she purred.

“No!” he said. “You are going to stand there and let me
watch you. I want to see the desire in your eyes and in your body.”

Janie stood still as his eyes caressed her. She watched him
remove the rest of his clothing so that he stood naked in front of her. Her
eyes traveled down to his feet and then back up to see him hard and throbbing,
ready to pleasure her, ready to give her body the climax it desperately needed.

He closed the small space between them and took her face
gently in his hands and kissed her like it was the last time and she felt the
love pouring between them. 

“I love you with all my heart, all my soul and all my body.
I am yours and you are mine,” he whispered.

In one swift move, her reached behind her and lifted her to
him and he carried her around the side of the bed and gently laid her down. He
covered her with his body and held himself up on his elbows and gazed into her
eyes.

“Janie,” he spoke with such tenderness in his voice. And he
pushed her legs apart with his knees and he slowly entered her. She closed her
eyes and arched to him, sucking his length inside her and holding him there.

“There isn’t a better feeling in the world that this moment
right here,” she smiled.

“Let’s see if we can try to make it better, shall we?” he
grinned and slowly pulled out and pushed back in.

“Aahh,” she moaned, as his slow and purposeful rhythm drove
her wild.

Matt continued the deliberate and sensual union of their
bodies and could feel her at the point of ecstasy and pushed himself further
and further inside her and when her body stiffened as he took her over the
edge, her contracting muscles brought him to glory in that same moment.

They clung to each other, breathless and thoroughly
fulfilled, and completely happy.

*****

When Janie woke a few hours later, she was under the blanket
and Matt lay beside her, watching her.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” he said. “I told you we wouldn’t need any lingerie.”

Janie giggled and snuggled closer to her husband.

“Janie?”

“Hmm?”

“I need to talk to you about something.”

Janie’s eyes opened and concern filled her mind at Matt’s
tone. She scooted up to sit leaning against the headboard.

“What is it?” she said, almost too scared to ask.

“I want to have a baby with you,” he whispered, gently
caressing her hand with his thumb.

Janie sat in their newly expanded and remodeled apartment in
her new favorite chair, in her new favorite room, her precious photo album on
her lap. She had been negligent in the upkeep of her cherished book recently and
was taking the opportunity to add the dozens of photos sitting next to her on
the table.

As she thumbed through the pictures, looking for the next
blank page, she smiled as she came to the hand-written message Matt had
scratched, ‘Matt & Janie’s New Memories’. Janie caressed the words with her
finger, remembering that amazing night, sailing past the Statue of Liberty, her
future full of promise.

Matt and Janie would soon be celebrating their second
wedding anniversary.
How time has flown
, she thought as she perused the
wedding photos. She couldn’t take her eyes of Matt that day and she still
couldn’t. There were lots of photos of their three weeks in Hawaii. They had a
blast learning how to snorkel and body surf.  There were photos of them at a
luau with leis around their necks and gorgeous sunsets in the background, their
eyes focused on each other looking deliriously happy. She recognized the look
on her face. It was the same look that grinned back at her in the mirror every
day. They came back to New York City tanned and relaxed and it was just as well
because the contractor was not done with the remodeling. Matt almost came
unglued but bit his tongue when Janie said they could handle the mess and the
noise for a couple of weeks.

And the wait was well worth it. The new floor plan now
accommodated new bedrooms for Tyler and Adam. They both were at Columbia
University, Adam in medical school and Tyler working on his MBA, and shared a
small apartment in Morningside Heights. But Matt had insisted that they have a
home to come to anytime they wanted. And many weekends the three men could be
found watching sports or an action movie in the new family room, an inviting,
cozy, comfortable place where Janie and Matt spent much of their time.

There were pictures of the boy’s college graduation. That
was a special trip to Oregon. She smiled at the photos of her three men
together. Matt couldn’t have been prouder if they were his biological sons.
They had bonded quickly and Janie felt blessed.

A few pages further Janie came to their first anniversary
pictures, beautiful photos of Venice. Of course they flew first class and
stayed for seven nights in a magnificent five-star hotel. Janie gained over
five pounds that week.
But it wasn’t
all
my fault
, she smiled.

There were pictures of their family at Yankee Stadium and
she loved it when Ryan and Courtney invited them out on the yacht for the day.
They hadn’t gone out yet this summer. Hopefully they would have the opportunity
soon.

Finally she arrived at the blank pages. She began with the
first photo at the top of the pile and carefully slid it into the photo corners
and onto the blank page.
One down, a jillion more to go
, she sighed.

Coming to last few photos in her stack, Janie picked up one
of her favorites, and then another one of her favorites, and then another. The
last few weeks had presented hundreds of opportunities for perfect photo
moments and she had taken advantage of every single one.

“Mommy says I have the nicest feet she has ever seen, but
that’s not true is it? No, it’s not, because you have the cutest, chubbiest,
tastiest, most perfect little feet I have ever seen. And these tiny toes are
just delicious!”

Janie laughed as she looked up from her book to see Matt
lying on his stomach on the floor of the nursery with Ella Rose on a blanket.
He was nibbling on her feet and Ella was just starting to smile at her daddy.
Janie reached for her camera on the table and took a dozen or so more pictures
to add to her book.

“I’m going to need a new one of these soon,” she said.

“A new camera?” he asked rising to his knees.

“No, a photo album,” she laughed. “At this rate I will have
twelve full of pictures by the time Ella turns one!”

Matt scooted over and knelt in front of his wife.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed as he kissed her.
“Positively breathtaking. I’ll order another dozen then. And maybe an extra
dozen, just in case.”

“Just in case?” Janie’s eyes opened wide.

“Just in case Ella gets a little brother or sister,” he
winked.