Chapter 25

Bobby had tried to finish off the champagne. He'd managed his own glass and then Alex's, and then poured himself another. Before he was halfway through the third glass he was sound asleep beside his wife, the television droning a documentary in the background.

Alex's shirt was knotted beneath her. She turned and straightened it, and then noticed the annoying nag of her bra strap digging into her skin. She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

She realized this was her honeymoon, and she was asleep fully dressed beside her husband with the sounds of the revolutionary war spilling into the room from the television. Alex sat up. Looking over at Bobby, she saw that he'd at least managed to get out of his clothes before falling asleep. She slid out of the bed and tucked the covers over him carefully.

Alex couldn't find the remote, so she walked over and turned the television off by hand. Then she made a quick trip to the bathroom and came back wearing far fewer clothes. The clock read 6:00 a.m. She walked over to the window and pulled the drapes back, revealing heavy flurries of snow falling. Alex smiled.

She turned back to her husband and sat on the edge of the bed beside him. She wondered how long he'd been sleeping. Alex leaned over him and kissed him on the temple, then brushed her lips lightly against his whiskers.

He opened his eyes and grinned.

"Good morning," she said.

Bobby kissed her lips. "Good morning," he repeated.

She turned back to the window. "I was just admiring the snow," she said. "I guess we won't be making it to Vermont any time soon."

Bobby sat up and rested his chin on her shoulder. His eyes looked out on the falling snow. "It would be easy to get lost here, in the city," he told her, and then nuzzled her cheek with his.

Alex turned and touched her lips to his. "Sounds like fun," she said, and smiled.

Bobby's hands moved from around her waist up to her breasts. He massaged her from behind, dropping gentle kisses on the back of her neck.

She turned into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her and laid down again, taking her with him. Alex's lips touched his neck and his jaw, working their way to his mouth.

Upon touching her lips, Bobby slowed the pace. He painted her lips with the tip of his tongue and then nipped at her lips with his own.

Alex couldn't suppress a smile. She turned her head and giggled, and he turned his attention to her ear. His whispers were sweet at first, loving mentions of moments during the wedding. Then he started to whisper his desire.

Whenever Bobby did that, Alex lit up like a fire. She turned her mouth to his ear and whispered some desires of her own.

His hands moved up under her shirt, exploring the curves that were hidden by the loose fabric. She sat overtop of him, and ground her hips against his crotch as her hands rested comfortably against his ribcage.

Bobby's fingers found her nipples, and he smiled at her as he toyed with them. Finally, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head.

For a moment, he lowered his hands to her abdomen. Reverently, he let them glide over her silky skin and up to the fullness of her breasts once again. Bobby pushed himself against her, and she moved slowly over him until his throbbing shaft found a niche to rest in.

He sighed and his fingers tugged impatiently at her underwear. She climbed off him long enough to strip out of them, and his lips caught her nipple before she could return. Alex closed her eyes at the sensations and groped with her right hand for his boxers.

Her fingers hit the gathered fabric and she grasped the elastic waistband in her fist. She yanked hard, thinking she was pulling them down, but the result was more of a sideways tug. Bobby let her fall from his mouth and took his shorts off.

He turned to his back, his cock standing at full attention. With a hungry smile, Alex petted him gently before climbing over him once again. Their hands worked together to position him, and Alex paused, letting just the tip of him touch her wetness.

She could feel her pussy throbbing around his tip, and she could barely keep from dropping down hard to let him fill her. Alex closed her eyes and slowly moved downward, only a fraction of an inch. Then she raised up once again and repeated the motion. She kept moving this way, allowing him only to reach a tad farther every time. He tried to push up, to get deeper inside her, but Alex was in control. She countered his moves and kept him longing for more.

Finally, the two of them moved together, and just the depth of their connection was enough to send sparks shooting through her. Slow and hard, she slid against him until they couldn't regulate the pace anymore. She knitted her fingers in his and he kept her from losing her balance as she plunged over him, faster and faster.

His body stiffened and he cried out, sending Alex into her climax, too. They shook against each other, holding tightly to each other's hands, until at last, they felt release.

She let go her breath and panted, her neck arched back, and her eyes closed.

Bobby reached long arms upward and wordlessly invited her to lay with him.

Alex let him guide her to his chest, where she felt the rising of his chest and listened to the pounding of his heart. His hands smoothed over her back, and she delighted in the notion that this was her husband.

Bobby had never felt so completely entwined with anyone in his life. Their bodies were still linked together, and he savored the weight of her against his chest. His hands moved against her bare skin and he smiled. She was his wife.