Chapter 12
Bennett
Idon'tthinkIcould imagine a more perfect morning than waking up and having my wife in my arms. Last night was amazing, but as I sit here and hold Willow watching her sleep, I know that this is how I want every day to start.
In her sleep, she looks so peaceful and innocent. Just looking at her makes me hard as hell, but after last night, she has to be sore. So, as much as I'd like to wake her up and take her again, I'm going to give her a break.
Instead, I sit here, and I watch her sleep. The light peeking through the curtains hits off her hair and it gleams in the sunlight. There’s a hint of a smile on her face, and God, I hope she's dreaming of me.
Since I have no intention of waking her up, I sit here and watch her. I memorize every curve of her face, the way her eyelashes rest against her cheek, how her hair gently falls into her face, and the slight flush of her skin.
Lying there, she looks like an angel, and it is absolutely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I don't know how long I lay there, but once she starts stirring, I slowly climb out of bed and order room service for us. Then I climb into bed and place a soft kiss on her forehead.
That’s when she wakes up and looks at me with a soft smile just for me. When she stretches, it causes the blanket to dip down just enough that her perfect and perky tits are on full display. The temptation is so great that I lean down and suck on the nipple closest to me just enough for it to harden in my mouth before I turn and do the same to the other one.
She wraps her arms around my neck and tries to pull me in for more.
"Not this morning, sweetheart. I know you're sore and I just ordered room service. Let’s get out of the hotel for a little bit today and then we'll come back and take a nice warm bath together."
One of the nice things about this honeymoon suite is there's a Jacuzzi tub in the room and it's plenty big enough for both of us.
"That sounds perfect."
"Hurry and get dressed before the food gets here." I playfully push her towards the end of the bed and give her ass a good smack as she gets up and makes her way to the bathroom.
Thankfully, she's in there when room service gets here, so I don't have to worry about them seeing her. They're gone before she steps back out in nothing but one of my T-shirts. Even though it is sexy as hell, I would have been pissed if the room service guy had seen her like this.
When she gives me a wink before she sits down at the little table where we set up the food, I know she knows how I was feeling,
Not sure what she would be in the mood for today I ordered several of her favorite foods figuring that whatever she doesn't eat, I will. She looks at the bounty before her and smiles while grabbing the huckleberry French toast and a bowl of fruit, digging in.
"I didn't realize how hungry I was," she says after the first few bites.
"Well, we really worked up at appetite last night and I plan to do it again tonight." This time it's me throwing a wink at her and the flush that crosses her face is absolutely stunning.
We finish up breakfast and take a little longer than normal to get ready and head out for the day.
Our hotel is right downtown, so we don't really have a plan. Walking hand-in-hand, we check out different shops and stop for whatever catches her eye. At the home decor shop, she picks out some pieces. But when she spots the fabric shop, we enter to find an array of fabric, sewing and quilting supplies.
"Why don't you get whatever you want to make a few quilts? Once we get back in Whiskey River, you can place an order for fabric with Jack. But for now, get enough stuff to make two or three of them." I tell her as she eyes the fabric, and turns to face me with wide eyes.
"Really?" she asks almost in shock.
"Yes, sweetheart. Get whatever you want."
Giggling, she claps her hands and hurries over to go through the different fabrics. She pulls a blue fabric from the shelf and then holds it up next to a different blue fabric before pulling it from the shelf and handing them both to me. She repeats this process several more times with a different assortment until we finally go to a table. It’s there the clerk cuts the fabric, wraps it up and we check out.
"What do you think about eating at that little Italian cafe we passed near the hotel?" I ask her as we start making our way back.
I've had the image of her in the bathtub with me all morning, but I do want to make sure she at least has lunch before I make her forget her own name.
"That sounds perfect."
She seems to take forever to eat and maybe it's because she's teasing me rubbing her foot up and down my leg in flirting the whole time. She knows what she's doing to me she can feel it and I make no point in trying to hide it from her.
Willow
Our honeymoon weekend went by quickly and now we've been home for a few days, and everything is going really well. We’ve fallen into a great routine, one where he wakes me up with an orgasm every morning. Then while he takes a shower, I make breakfast. After that, we do our morning chores. While he does the work outside, I do the inside things like preparing dinner, laundry and other stuff I had planned.