THAT MAN 5 (The Wedding Story-Part 2) (17 page)

“Blake, we should shower and head into the office,” whispered my diligent and so talented wife.

“No, Mrs. Burns, we’re going to work from home today.”

And trust me, we had our work cut out for us.

And a lot of catching up to do.

We fucked all day. All night. And all through the next.

The. Best. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.

Jennifer

I
sobbed out my orgasm. Loud, heaving, sobs that to the unknowing ear might have been construed as the sounds of someone grieving a lost loved one.

They were just the opposite. The sobs of ecstasy. Of someone who was spilling with love and pleasure so intense it couldn’t be measured.

Oh, my Blake. He had made glorious love to me. Fucked me with such care and reverence. Letting me put his cock inside me with my trembling fingers. Waiting until he knew I could take him to the limit before he started to thrust. And those first strokes were so tender and slow. Like he was caressing my pussy. And then he took me as if he owned me because he did. As my orgasm took over, like the waves of a tsunami taking everything in its wake, every worry I’d had washed out to sea. My eyes had stayed locked on his impassioned, glistening face as he’d watch me come and simultaneously grunted out his own climax of cataclysmic proportions.

And then we’d talked. Shared our insecurities and fears. Blake’s honesty and vulnerability struck a deep chord in my heart. Yes, we both didn’t really know what to expect and we’d avoided the touchy topic, but I had an idea. Unbeknownst to him, I’d done a lot of research online about what sex was like after a hysterectomy. Some said it was better, but most women complained about pain and the loss of sensation. Since I’d had only a partial hysterectomy, I was hoping I’d be in the former group, but there was no guarantee or way of finding out beforehand. When Marcy gave me the clearance that it was okay to have sex, I should have done a happy dance. Instead, I was a nervous wreck. I just didn’t let Blake know that.

Blake held me close to him, his heart beating like a love song in my ear. The silence that followed transported me to another place. I felt not only a physical and emotional connection to him, but also a spiritual one that couldn’t be put into words. We’d at last consummated our marriage. He belonged to me and I belonged to him. We’d put the needs of the other before our own. He didn’t just make me a better person. He made me the best I could be. Tears of pure bliss streamed down my face. We were husband and wife.

*

The days and months that followed flew by and were the happiest of my life. Blake and I settled into a routine of work hard, play hard, and fuck hard.

We saw his family a lot. Every Shabbat, we went to his parents’ house and one Friday night, his grandma came over and helped me do it at our place. I was taking a course at the local synagogue on Jewish holidays and customs and was even contemplating studying Hebrew. Whether I’d convert or not was still up in the air, but these endeavors made me closer to Blake and his family.

We socialized a lot too, though we were trying to cut back on the number of galas and premiers Blake got invited to. Yes, we ran into his former hook-ups more times than we wished, but I was quickly gaining self-confidence as Mrs. Blake Burns. We even ran into Kitty-Kat, who gave me predatory stares but stayed faraway from us, knowing what I damn well could and would do to her. I kept her phone with the
Fuck the Bitch
footage in a safety deposit box. And had a spare copy.

We went out often with Gloria and Jaime. And sometimes along with their adorable twins who were now walking and talking. It was so cute the way they called us Jen-Jen and Bwake. Blake and I talked a lot about having kids of our own though we both knew that journey was not going to be a typical or easy one.

We also socialized quite frequently with Blake’s sister Marcy and her twins. She’d saved my life and I was forever beholden to her. The little monsters were not monsters at all—just two rambunctious little boys who enjoyed watching cartoons and playing board games as much as I did; they loved SpongeBob, but still couldn’t beat me at Junior Scrabble. To my utter delight, Blake had grown much closer to his sister and his nephews, and we were both there for her when she had to contend with her ex. The wedding present she had promised us was beyond our belief. No price tag could be put on it.

I was still attending my weekly support group for rape victims. Blake’s wonderful mom was organizing a benefit in the Fall that would raise a ton of money and help us expand our reach out program as well as move to safer headquarters. Jeffrey, her new event planner, was overseeing it. That was one gala Blake and I wouldn’t miss.

And once a week, I got together with my best friend Libby for a girls’ night out. She’d flown to France and broken up with her longtime boyfriend Everett. Though saddened, she was handling it pretty well. Blake had a friend he wanted to fix her up with, but right now, she just wanted to be single and concentrate on her career.

The only people I missed seeing regularly were my parents. They’d come to visit me one more time while I was recuperating from my surgery, but once I’d fully recovered, we Skyped and then they embarked on their dream trip—sailing to Europe on the Queen Mary. They e-mailed me daily and sent me many postcards from their month-long travels abroad. Dad’s leg had completely healed, and they were having the time of their lives. I couldn’t be happier for them. I told Blake that if our schedules allowed, I wanted us to visit them in Boise sometime in the summer.

Work was amazing; I loved my job. My block of telenovelas based on bestselling erotic romances was a huge success; the ratings had gone through the roof—skyrocketed—and had even exceeded analysts’ expectations. At the May Upfront in New York, Blake and I announced that MY-SIN TV was being spun off into a 24/7 cable channel. The audience of advertisers and affiliates exploded with excitement. In addition to airing more telenovelas, we were expanding the block with reality programming and talk shows targeted at women. Leading it off in the morning was one of the programs I’d proudly developed. Rather than telling the audience about it, Blake and I had decided to give them a sneak peek. The curtain rose behind us, and there was Grandma and her erotic book club heatedly arguing about who was the sexiest book boyfriend—among them, Christian Grey, Jesse Ward, and Lucien Knight. “
Oy!
That Lucien!” quipped Grandma. “Trust me, any Viking
shmiking
who can get his
shmekel
up in the
vinter
in
Norvay
is every
vomen’s vet
dream.” The audience burst into laughter. And so did Blake and I. He squeezed my hand, and then when the lights went dark, he kissed me. There was no doubt in my mind that Grandma’s new show,
The Sexy Shmexy
Book Club
, was going to be a big hit. And at the young age of eighty-six, she was going to be a huge star.

*

One Saturday morning in July after a delicious wake-up fuck, Blake told me to start packing my bags.

“Are we going away for the weekend?” I asked him, seated cross-legged on our bed and still bared to him. He was always still full of surprises.

“No.” A wicked smile curled on his kissable lips.

I shot him a puzzled look. I could tell from the expression on his face he was up to something. “Can you at least give me a hint?”

He affectionately tugged my ponytail. “Does the word ‘honeymoon’ mean anything to you?”

Oh my God! My heart skipped a beat. We’d never taken one. The secret destination he’d teased me with had never materialized after my surgery. Work had gotten in the way. Excitement mixed with panic.

“But, Blake, I haven’t cleared my schedule. I’ve got so much going on.”

“Don’t worry. Mrs. Cho and I took care of it. We canceled most of your meetings, and whatever there’s left to do, Myles and Mrs. Cho can handle.

My heart began to race with excitement. “Blake, where are we going?”

He winked. “Not telling. It’s still a surprise.”

All I knew it was somewhere neither of us had ever been. My mind spun with possibilities.

“What should I bring along?”

He smirked. “Except for your passport, as little as possible. You won’t be needing much.”

A rush of hot tingles clustered between my legs. My eyes widened. Now, he really had me curious and excited.

“When are we leaving?”

“At noon. On my dad’s private plane.”

“Oh my God!” Teetering between elation and panic (the former winning), I flung my arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Our tongues danced passionately together.

He playfully tweaked my nipples and then slid a hand across my still heated wet cleft.

“Now, baby, I’m going to show you some of the activities our destination has to offer.”

In a short hot breath, he was again fucking me senseless. I was so looking forward to our trip.

Blake

W
e’d been two hours in the air, and it was time for my first surprise. To keep the surprise a surprise, I’d forced Jen to wear a blindfold. She’d reluctantly gone along with my demand.

“Blake, it feels like we’re descending. Are we landing?”

I wished she could see my fiendish grin. “We have to make a little stop.”
Just wait.

“Why can’t I take this blindfold off? I want to see where we are. Mexico?”

Impulsively, the little sneak reached for her face. I grabbed both her petite hands by their wrists in my large one.

“Uh, uh, uh, tiger. You’re forcing me to do something I wasn’t sure I wanted to do, but now I have to.”

She turned her head toward me, her little scrunched up nose peeking out from the blindfold. Fuck, she was cute.

“Like what, Blake?”

Without saying a word, I dug my free hand into the seat pocket where I’d stored my backup accessory. Then, in one smooth move, I pinned her hands behind her and snapped the metal devices around her slender wrists. The clink was like music to my ears.

“Blake! You’ve handcuffed me.” She futilely tried to tear her hands apart, stretching the chain to its maximum pull. I stifled laughter.

“Baby, if you don’t behave, I’ve got some ropes close by to bind those defiant little hands.”

She grunted in frustration. I was enjoying every minute, and she was turning me on. While the plane descended, something ascended. It was time for Jen to make a little visit to
my
cockpit.

Writhing, she continued to tug at the cuffs to no avail. She let out a loud sigh. “Okay, Blake, if you promise to take these off me, I’ll do anything you want.”

Jeez. She was making it so easy peasy. With swiftness, I zipped down my fly. Out sprung big ole Mr. Burns, who was thoroughly enjoying the ride. I think by the expression on her face she knew what I wanted.

“Deal. Go down on me, tiger.” Before she could utter a word, I shoved her head to my cock. In a heartbeat, her warm mouth was covering my wide crown.

“Suck on me, tiger. Suck on me hard. I want to come hard and fast.” She nodded as I urged her mouth to descend, pressing on her scalp with the palm of my hand. She didn’t need any more flight instruction from me; my tiger knew exactly what to do. Exactly how I liked it. I hissed and arched my spine as she slid her mouth down my rigid shaft, her tongue blazing a trail. My head pressed hard again the headrest. Holy shit. She was taking me to the hilt.

“Jesus, baby. That feels so fucking good.” I could feel my mega-sized dick fill the hollows of her cheeks and the tip touch the base of her throat. Without prompting, she quickly returned to the crown, and then began bopping her head up and down my enormous erection with the ferocity and velocity of the tiger she was. My greedy cocky couldn’t be happier. My balls were tightening and heat coiled through my groin. Just as the plane touched down, I came with a massive explosion of hot cum in her mouth. I yanked up her head by her ponytail and crashed my lips onto hers, rewarding her with a fierce, savage kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I tasted myself on her tongue.