Chapter 1 – Love Sex Magic
After 7 month of planning a beautiful wedding, it was over. Stephen and Izzy had just arrived back at their house, the vintage Rolls Royce pulling up directly opposite. Stephen had whispered nothing but sweet loving words into her ear as she was bundled in his arms on the short journey home. His control was still tightly held, but as soon as he had carried her over the threshold he wouldn't be holding back anymore.
They thanked the driver, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Stephen pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door. He reached for her and picked her up earning a giggle to escape her lips. He carried her into the house and shut the door with his foot.
"Ste, that's two flights of stairs. You can't carry me up there." Izzy protested as Stephen didn't put her down.
"Damn right ah will. Good weight training." He smirked but quickly stopped once he saw Izzy's disapproving look.
"I'm good for weight training?"
"Ah was kidding." He smiled sheepishly then kissed her pouty lips before swiftly making it up the stairs with little effort. He kicked the half open door fully open and stepped into the master bedroom. He quickly placed Izzy down on the plush carpet, turned the lamp and shut the door. He shrugged his jacket off, tossing it onto the arm chair in the corner of the room. His fingers quickly undid his cuffs and he slipped his watch off, placing it on top of the dresser. Izzy didn't move from where she was stood, she was in a trance as she watched her husband move across the room.
"Six months, Iz." Stephen spoke up, his usually soft grey eyes where dark with need and passion, "Six months of teasing." Izzy bit her lip as Stephen stepped closer to her. Once he was in reach her delicate fingers reached for his shirt, popping open the first few buttons. She tugged his shirt free from his dress pants, once she had freed the buttons she pushed apart the two halves her eyes feasting on his perfect milky skin. He kept his strong gaze on her, sucking in a breath as one of her fingers traced a faint line down his chest and abs, the tip of her nail grazing his tight skin ever so slightly. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, the light cotton floated to the floor, pooling on the carpet; "Turn around." She did as he asked, picking up the skirt of her dress slightly to turn on the spot. He brushed her hair over one shoulder, a light kiss being placed on her shoulder. Her skin tingled as his facial hair grazed her skin. He moved to her neck, teasing her with the lightest of kisses. Her eyes slipped shut and her head tilted back, he was already dominating her senses. The lightest of touches sending sparks flying across her quickly heated skin.
"Ste." His name left her lips in a breathy moan; she wanted him. Stephen didn't reply, instead he set to work on quickly untying the thin strips of ivory ribbon keeping the back of her dress together. Izzy wanted him to hurry up, his slow actions had her increasingly more aware of every move he made.
Finally the dress slipped free from her body, he picked her up and lifted her out of the mass of chiffon now on the floor. He set her back down next to the side of the bed, finally able to get a view of her away from the dress. He felt the desire tugging low in his abdomen, a pull that made him want to throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. But he couldn't do that to his bride; not yet. His eyes raked across the white lace corset, pushing her breasts up; he watched them rise and fall with each shallow breath she took. His eyes travelled down her long toned legs, the stockings and suspenders hiding some of her tanned skin.
"You look," his tongue ran over his bottom lip before he continued his sentence, "Like you're about to be devoured." Izzy's heart skipped a beat but before she could respond, Stephen reached out for her. His fingers gripped into her hips as he brought her crashing into his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his lips massaged hers. His tongue ran across the seam of her mouth, begging for entry as his big hands moved to palm her behind. She pushed her hips into his body, causing him to groan deep in his chest. Their tongues duelled, fighting for dominance as their hands explored each other's bodies. Stephen held her face in his big hands, pulling her away from him to stare into her eyes. Innocence exuded from them, but he knew what stirred behind the blue pools. She was waiting for him to hand over a tiny bit of the control, if only for a moment.
Her hands found his belt buckle; she quickly pulled it free and dropped it to the floor. She pushed her hand against his semi-hard manhood causing him to grab both of her wrists and hold them behind her back. One of his large hands held her delicate wrists; he brushed one of his thick fingers over her panties. Her back arched and she tried to wriggle free from his grip. Stephen couldn't help but grin, he kissed just below her ear; "It's my turn to do some teasing."
One finger slipped under her panties, she was more than ready for him. He plunged one finger into her honeyed depths earning a gasp from the blonde in his grip. She was slick and tight, ready for everything he had planned. He released her wrists, her hands immediately coming to rest on his big shoulders. He unclipped the suspenders and pulled off her stockings off, throwing her special Louboutins to the other side of the room. Izzy would have protested if her panties hadn't been swiftly dragged down her legs. He lifted her up and placed her down in the centre of the bed. He wasn't wasting any time; he parted her thighs with his big hands and took one last look at her before swiping his tongue over her most sensitive spot. A flurry of curse words flew out of Izzy's mouth at the first contact, it had been too long. Too long since she'd felt Stephens experienced body work its magic.
She writhed against the bed sheets, grabbing a fistful of Stephens hair wanting him to delve deeper with his tongue. His eyes glanced up for a moment, watching her with her head thrown back in ecstasy, revelling in the pleasure. But he didn't want her going out like that, he kissed her inside of her thigh before nibbling slightly, he smirked against her skin as a frustrated moan escaped her. He made her sit upright; his quick fingers worked the clips of her corset, throwing it to the floor to join the rest of their clothes. Stephen stood up as Izzy sat on her knees; he kicked off his shoes and socks leaving him in his dress pants. Izzy snapped the button open and pulled the zipper down, her knuckles brushing his aching hard length. He stifled a moan, her feather like touches were driving him crazy. She pressed a hot kiss just below his pectorals, trailing them down to his abdominals. She pushed his dress pants down his huge thighs along with his black boxer briefs.
She pulled him back onto the bed, making him lie down. She crawled between his thighs as Stephen watched her every move closely. Her tongue darted out to swipe the drop of pre cum from the blunt head; she teased him for a moment before sliding his hard length into her hot wet mouth. His hands moved to delve into her silky locks that had splayed over his stomach and thighs; his actions were short lived however as Izzy slapped his hands away. She pressed his hands flat on the bed, her small hands pinning his wrists to the bed as she continued to bob her head up and down his throbbing length. She locked her eyes with his; she didn't have to restrain him. Her heated gaze had him frozen; she was the only woman to have ever had that effect on him. She rolled her tongue over the bulbous head; Stephen had had enough teasing, he pulled his hands free from her grip. His hands then delved into her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling her up. She bit onto her pouty bottom lip, a smirk playing on her features; her innocent eyes now sparking a deeper shade. She crawled up his body, her long legs straddling his hips. His tip of his hard length brushed against her wet heat. He wrapped his palm around his length whilst Izzy showered him with kisses. He pushed the tip into her slick opening, the intrusion causing her to gasp. Stephen cursed under his breath as Izzy rested her hands on his chest and pushed herself down his length slowly. His hands came to rest on her hips as she became accustomed to his size again. Her movements quickened with each thrust he made, the blissful look he had missed to much crept onto her face. A sense of pride washed over Stephen as he watched his wife indulge. Once he was sure she was comfortable, one of his hands gripped the back of her thigh and his other arm slipped around her waist. He flipped them over so he hovered over her, one hand rested by her face holding his weight up the other held onto her thigh, his thumb stroking her soft flesh. He wanted to do so many things to her, but for the moment he just wanted to love her.
He captured her lips in a passionate kiss; she matched his passion with every fibre of her being. He was all consuming; she was his. She had written in on her body and promised to be his forever. He thrust deep into her, her hands moved to cup his face as his lips assaulted hers. His long and power strokes were making her body tremble, she tried to match him stroke for stroke. She wrapped one leg around his hip, her heel digging into his back as his thrusts turned possessive and needy in a split second. She was close; her nails dug into his shoulders as her hands slipped from his face.
The room was filled with sounds of their love making; moaning and panting filling the air. Stephen growled as Izzy tightened around him, he felt her body shake and her back arch. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. She screamed and cursed as her body trembled violently, Stephen was still relentlessly driving into her; he always made sure Izzy was satisfied before he found his own release. Izzy opened her legs further letting him drive deeper; that was all it took. His muscles tensed and he spilled himself deep inside her, this thrusts coming to a complete stop as he tried to catch his breath.
He wasn't about to admit it, but waiting until their wedding night had been worth it. He had never experienced anything so intense or meaningful. He stared down at Izzy, her body shimmering covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He was just getting started; six months apart had sparked something in his imagination. Their honeymoon would prove just the place for him to live out these conjured up fantasies.
A/N – So this is the beginning of the Honeymoon sequel for NY State of Mind. This will contain A LOT of smut, you have been warned. :) Lou x