A Billionaire BWWM Romance 7: The Honeymoon (5 page)

“You are the best husband I could ever ask for,” she said
in a whisper before he leaned in and kissed her softly. “We
should maybe save all this for the suite,” she said when she
pulled away.

“So does that mean that you are saying no to your hot stone
massage?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “What hot stone
massage?” she asked.

“The one that I scheduled for an hour after we landed,”
he said with a smile.

“Did…were you anticipating what happened last night or
something?” she asked.

He shrugged and smiled. “Well, I have to admit that I did have
something planned. You know…spicing things up so that the
wedding night could be special but I have to say what you came up
with makes my plan seem…inferior at the very least,” he
said.

She smiled and shook her head.

“I would still love to see what it was you had in mind,”
she said in a low voice.

“You will…after sorting out those knots in your quads
and calves,” he said as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

She smiled and settled her head on his shoulder. This was going to be
the best time of her life.

True to his word, the spa treatment was exactly what Steven and Julie
needed to undo those tight knots that defined their muscles. After a
nice long day of facials and hot stone massages, they finally decided
to do something a normal married couple would have done.They took a
long walk on the beach before going back to their suite and making
sweet love to each other. As far as they were concerned, slow, sweet
lovemaking was the only thing they had not done in a long time thanks
to the craze that was wedding planning. And the wedding night of
course.

When they woke up the next morning, neither of them really wanted to
get out of bed. If anything, a long day of binging on movies was all
Julie wanted to do and Steven…well, he was up for anything
that didn’t involve too much calorie burning. And it was more
difficult for him to admit that since he was the one who had come up
with the whole honeymoon idea in the first place. He had everything
figured out. He had planned for the wedding to be just like the
wedding had been (glamorous with a dash of adventure). He rolled to
his side and looked at Julie who was still seemingly sleepy.

“Good morning, wife,” he said in a low voice.

“Good morning, husband,” she replied in a groggy voice.
Her heavy eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze. “What?”
she asked looking at him.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just getting used to the face
I will be waking up next to for the rest of my life,” he added
with a smile. Julie frowned. “What? Did I say…do
something wrong?” he asked quickly. She shook her head and
tried to run her fingers through her tangled hair.

“Nothing. It’s just the way you said the whole thing
about waking up next to me sounded…” her voice trailed
off. She didn’t exactly have the right words to complete her
sentence.

“What? What did it sound like?” Steven pressed.

“It sounded like something you were dreading,” she
finally said after taking a long deep breath. Steven smiled and
pulled himself up to a sitting position and Julie followed suit
pulling up the sheet to cover up her bare breasts. A smile played on
Steven’s lips. “What?” she asked as she tried
straightening out her hair.

“Why are you covering up?” he asked.

She smiled and shook her head.

“Come on, it’s not like you are baring it all right now,”
she said, still struggling with her hair. Steven smiled and pulled
the sheet off his body revealing his morning wood. “Already?”
she asked with a smile on her face.

Steven raised an eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked as he looked at
her. She pointed at his erection in a way that spoke ‘you
better put it away if you know what’s good for you’. He
shrugged and pulled the sheet over his pelvis. “That’s
just my morning boner,” he said. Julie smiled.

“Boner, huh? How American of you,” she said as she
managed to get her fingers through the mess that was her hair for the
very first time.

“What do you mean?” Steven asked.

“You know, British rarely use that word. It’s usually
hard, erect….which is so weird. Clinical even, if you ask me,”
she said.

“So, what? There are words that are exclusively American and
others that are British?” he asked.

Julie raised an eyebrow.

“Uh…yeah,” she said sounding more condescending
than she had initially intended. “Cab taxi, chips
french-fries,” she said.

He looked at her and frowned a little.

“I bet you cannot come up with more words that….”
He started before she smiled in a way that said ‘oh, you’re
on’.

“Catapult slingshot, cookie biscuit, cotton bud cotton swab,
crisps chips, gown bathrobe, courgette zucchini, draughts checkers,
chemist drugstore…” he raised as hand and cut her short.
“I could go on forever,” Julie said with a smile.

“Clearly. Have you been doing some research or something?”
he asked.

She smiled and shrugged wishing she had placed a bet or something.

“No, we had this British exchange student and we never seemed
to know what the hell she was talking about half the time,” she
said smiling.

“Well, in our defense some of the words in American English are
simply ridiculous,” he said.

Julie crossed her arms over her chest and raised yet another eyebrow.
“Really? Like what?” she asked, eager to see where this
was going.

“Drugstore,” he said.

Julie shook her head confused. “What about it?” she
asked.

“Well, it sounds like you are a junkie going for a fix or
something. Like a meth dealer…drugstore,” he said
shaking his head. “
Drug
,” he said insisting on the
word. “you have to admit we have the better word,” he
said.

“Well, technically it’s not
your
word. It’s
just a word in the English language,” she smiled.

“I know that but…you get what I mean,” Steven said
determined not to lose the argument. Julie smiled and went back to
detangling her hair. “Or you could just say pharmacy,” he
said under his breath as he switched on the TV.

“Oh come on, just let it go already,” she said looking at
him.

“I don’t even know why you are fighting me on this,”
Steven said as he moved closer to her and draped an arm around her
shoulders. She turned to look in his eyes. “You are already
British, by default,” he added before he kissed her softly.

She smiled when she pulled away. “Yeah…and I am loving
every minute of it,” she said in a low voice.

“So, room service for breakfast or do you want to go out?”
he asked.

“Room service definitely,” she said as she climbed off
the bed. Steven looked at her ass as it wiggled with every step.

“Nice ass,” he called as she walked into the bathroom.
She turned on the water and then poked her head through the doorway.

“Just the ass?” she asked. There was a cheeky look in her
eyes.

“Don’t make me come in there,” he teased. She
slowly stepped out of the bathroom and seductively caressed her
breasts.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” she said.

Steven crossed his arms over his chest. “Depends. Am I still
eligible for parole?” he asked.

She smiled and pretended to think about it.

“Well, that all depends on your performance this morning,”
she said. Steven practically jumped out of bed but she held up her
index finger and wagged it from side to side. “Breakfast
first,” she said before she walked back to the bathroom.

Steven quickly placed the call and asked for their breakfast to be
brought up to their suite before he walked to the bathroom where he
found Julie seated next to the bathtub. He didn’t even care for
the mess that was her tangled hair. Right then, she looked perfect to
him. If anything, he didn’t think she had ever looked so
beautiful. He knew that after the last two nights, it was a good idea
for both of them to take it slow but he was eager to see what exactly
she had in mind. He walked up to her and she spread her legs.

“You know what I want,” Julie said in a low voice.

Steven put his hands on her shoulders and gently forced her to lean
against the cold tile before he began tracing kisses down her torso
and then to her thighs. He slowly caressed her as he kissed the
sensitive inside thigh, occasionally running his tongue along the
fine, flawless skin. It was not long before Julie’s pussy
transformed to a moist hot canal aching for his touch, lick…anything
he wanted to give. She really didn’t care at that moment.She
moaned softly and raised her hips hoping to take him in but he pulled
back with a smile. He loved the effect he had on her. It was like
watching his own perfect film. Contrary to what had been the case on
their wedding night, he was now in control and the one thing he was
sure of was the fact that he was not going to fuck her even though he
really wanted to. He was going to make sure she begged for him. Yes,
this was her punishment for making him watch as she pleasured herself
with that rabbit (much as he had enjoyed the show). He was kissing
the area around her pussy, being careful not to get so close but when
he did, he would exhale on it, giving her hope that soon, he would
take her into his mouth. But all this ended too soon when he once
again pulled away. His erection twitched when he noticed juices
flowing out of her.At that moment, he needed every last nerve to keep
himself from claiming her. But when she raised her hips to his face,
he could not hold back. Not this time. He went into her pussy, tongue
deep making her shiver violently against him. What she didn’t
know was that he was stroking himself as he plunged deep into her,
licked, stroked and kissed her. She didn’t want him to stop but
at the same time she wanted his cock. As she lay there, her body
sending a confused emotion through her, Steven could feel her pussy
releasing into his mouth just in time with his climax.

Julie cried out as she felt her body giving in to the passion that
had built up over the last few minutes as Steven shot his seed to the
ground. By the time the wave passed, they were both exhausted. Steven
was on the floor and Julie was still on the counter panting.

“Damn baby,” she said under her breath.

“Was that good for you as it was for me?” he asked even
though he knew he sounded a little too cliché.

She laughed and nodded.

“That was amazing,” she said, still shivering. “I
really never want this to end,” she added. Steven would have
wanted to pull himself up to look at her but he didn’t have the
strength to do so.

“Why would it ever end?” he asked.

She smiled and shrugged. She looked at the tub and wished she had
started the water when she first came in. She desperately wanted to
clean up but getting up from the tile was a problem. Just then, they
heard a knock on the door.

“Room service!” they heard someone on the other side of
the door shout.

“Just in time,” Steven said as he struggled to get on his
feet. He grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around his waist.
“Need some help?” he asked. Julie smiled and shook her
head. He walked out of the bathroom to the front door and let the
waiter in before he grabbed a bill from his wallet to tip him. The
waiter looked at the hundred dollar bill and smiled broadly before
bowing his head one too many times as he left. Steven wheeled the
trolley to the bedroom and then walked back to the bathroom. “Are
you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked looking at
Julie who was still lying on the counter.

“Fine,” she sighed.

He smiled as he picked her up in his arms and walked them into the
bedroom. He carefully laid her on the bed and then walked back to the
bathroom to quickly clean up after himself.

“
I would hate for my new wife to slip and fall to her death
because I wanted to save my strength by not cumming inside her,”
he thought as he wiped down the floor with a tissue. He then
took a washcloth and wet it before cleaning himself up. “Need
a wet washcloth?” he asked.

“That would be great, thanks,” Julie called out.

He took another washcloth and ran it under the sink before wringing
it out. He smiled when he walked back to the bedroom to find Julie on
the same spot he had placed her.

“Maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t let us finish
traditionally?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and
spread her legs. She looked at him and smiled as he slowly began
wiping her down. The cold washcloth was a welcome contrast to her hot
moist core. She closed her eyes. She was still panting. “Here,
have this,” Steven said as he handed her a bottle of water from
the nightstand. She sat up and gulped down the water like her life
depended on it. Steven was now officially worried. “Are you
okay? Did I take you a little too fast?” he asked as he looked
at her.

“Not at all…I think I just needed to hydrate,” she
shook her head. “I actually haven’t had any water since
the day before the wedding,” she said. Steven felt a wave of
anger washing over him.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” he asked.
“You literally burnt through your body’s water storage in
a couple of days,” he said. She smiled. “Stop that. I’m
serious,” he scolded. Seeing her smile sweetly at him would
have made him forget that he was pissed with her in the first place
and he needed to drive the point home.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she said before taking
some more water. “I didn’t want to have to go to the
bathroom in the wedding gown. Do you have any idea how hectic that
is?” she asked.

He smiled and then just as quickly the smile appeared, it
disappeared.

“That’s a not a good enough reason,” he said. “You
could have had some later…” he started before Julie
pulled herself up and kissed him, silencing him. She looked into his
eyes when she pulled away.