“Come on, Tasha, quickest tour possible. Huge bathroom; two sinks and closets, separate shower and gigantic whirlpool deep-soak tub, oh and the toilet is next door,” he said pulling her to the next room. “Toilet.” He gestured to the door next to the bathroom.
The whirlwind tour continued including; private massage room and gym, bar and dining area for meals including the daily in-room breakfast for two and the coffee service he was championing. Daily maid service, touch-screen curtains, lighting and privacy controls, flat screen TVs.
He stopped at an iPhone dock. “For all your songs about marrying me and loving me forever,” he announced with a grin.
The tour continued into the lounge area she'd seen as she was carried through and another smaller bathroom with a toilet and wash basin that completed the suite.
“We have access to clubs, casinos, restaurants and several shows that we won’t bother with.” They stood in the lounge again where Jim picked Tasha back up and before she could offer any objection or comment he added, “And now, Mrs Maybury I am going to carry you back to the bedroom and undress you.”
“Just undress me?” she asked with a wide grin.
“Maybe, or maybe I’m going to undress you and then fuck you like you have never been fucked before,” Jim replied quite seriously making Tasha laugh at his less than romantic words as he carried her back to the bedroom where he stood her near the bed.
“So?” Tasha suddenly felt a little over scrutinised by her husband's eyes gazing down at her intensely.
A smile curved Jim's lips as he considered what to say but his hand lifted and rested against Tasha's face where he stroked across her cheekbone gently. She began to curl into his touch, almost cat like.
“I can't believe we're here, at last.” She smiled up at him.
“Vegas?” he asked with an arched brow.
“Not really, I guess that was written in the stars.” Tasha laughed, making Jim shake his head.
“It was always going to happen for my lucky seven,” he replied.
“Mmm, but what I meant was this, being married, to each other. It seems to have been a very long and difficult journey to get here,” she said but it was almost to herself.
“And then some, honey. So?”
“That was my question,” Tasha told him stretching up and cupping her husband's face then grinned at her ring glittering. “I love wearing your ring.”
“Good, because it's never coming off. Now, I need to get back to undressing you and fucking you like you've never been fucked before,” Jim repeated, dragging his hands down her face, neck and across her collar bone until his hands rested on her shoulders.
“I really wish I never had been.” Tasha wondered where those words had come from.
“Never been what?” Jim frowned as he prepared to move his lips to his wife's ear.
“Fucked,” she replied bluntly causing Jim to stand up straight and study her face. “I mean, I wish tonight was the first night we—no—the first night I’d ever had sex, that you were the first man, only man to see me like this, to make love to me, James.”
“Oh baby, I remember saying something similar to you and my ego still thinks that would be pretty awesome, but the most important thing here is that I’m going to be the only man that will see you like this, touch you, kiss you, make love to you from this day on and for me that is better than simply being the first,” Jim told her as his arms seemed stronger, more purposeful in their pursuit to hold her, pull her close, remove the clothes that were nothing more than a barrier to getting even closer and getting his skin on and in hers.
Having already cast aside his own jacket, Jim made quick work of the zip beneath the buttons on her dress. He slid the gown down her body, slowly revealing her lingerie and body beneath it. Standing before her, Tasha heard a definite gasp leave her husband's lips as he drank in her appearance minus the dress that was pooled at her feet.
“I should probably pick the dress up,” she told him. “I need to wear that again at the vineyard.” She smiled, watching Jim's appreciative gaze fixed on her body.
“You stay there, I'll do it.” He helped his wife to step out of the fabric around her feet that were still encased in white, glittery, heeled court shoes.
The dress was hung up in quick time allowing Jim to transfer his full attention back to Tasha standing nervously in the white silk, strapless, longline bra she'd opted for beneath her dress. The boned panelling through the longer line fabric and beneath the cups gave her even more of an hourglass figure than usual while the lace that was overlaid on the centre front panel and the push up cups added a hint of subtle femininity. The matching suspender belt she wore held up the sheer, lace topped stockings and the barely there thong that revealed her rounded globes entirely as she turned to show her new husband exactly what he was getting, was a perfect match for the rest of her lingerie with the same silk fabric overlaid with lace and tiny tanga style straps at the side attached with a gold coloured ring. The tiny white bow at the centre was enhanced with a pink bud as was the fabric between the cups and at her waist.
“Oh, baby, you are fucking perfect, beautifully perfect,” he told her, stepping closer to pull her close and kiss her.
“James,” she whispered as she came up for breath after he had kissed her, deeply, but gently, caressing her lips, tongue and mouth until she was dizzy with desire and breathlessness. “You seem awfully overdressed,” she told him.
“Well, that will be resolved real soon, baby.” He immediately began to pull off his clothes; tie, shirt, shoes, socks and finally his trousers while Tasha pulled the clips, grips and tiara from her hair allowing it to cascade onto her shoulders and back. “Better?” He moved closer again. “I have enough money to buy a new tux' if that one is creased, now where were we?” he asked, knowing exactly where they'd been.
Chapter 12
“I got you something, a present, a wedding present,” Tasha explained, halting Jim’s movements further.
