Ruth was, in a word, giddy. After an entire lifetime of wishing and hoping, she'd finally gotten to New York. Harry had surprised her when they got to Heathrow after their wedding night. She'd packed for a week and brought her passport and then Harry led her to their gate for a British Airways flight to New York City—flying first class, of course.
And then with the time change and the long flight where they'd both slept surprisingly well, they arrived in the afternoon and immediately went exploring to stay up as long as they could. They walked hand in hand through Central Park, had tea at the Plaza, and enjoyed a very New York Italian dinner. Every time he looked at her, Harry saw Ruth smile. And he couldn't seem to stop smiling himself.
"Nice first day?" he asked as they headed back to their hotel.
"Absolutely wonderful. I just love it here, Harry. I can't believe we finally made it."
He beamed proudly. "Anything for you, Lady Pearce."
She laughed, "Oh I love that I've got a title. It's so useless."
"Yes, I usually have the same opinion of my knighthood."
Ruth snuggled against his arm as they walked. "But it's quite sexy to be married to Sir Harry Pearce."
"And I do think it's incredibly sexy to be married to you, no matter what the title," he murmured, taking a moment to nibble on her earlobe, not caring at all that they were strolling down Park Avenue.
She shivered and gave a small whimper. "I think we should get back to the hotel now."
"I quite agree," Harry replied, walking a bit faster. "And I've got a surprise for you as well."
Ruth nearly replied with something cheeky about how his cock wasn't much of a surprise to her after two and a half years, but she kept quiet. Because in all likelihood, Harry did have something special in mind. It was the first night of their honeymoon in New York, and he had quite a gift for making an occasion of things.
Back in the hotel room, Harry pinned Ruth against the door and snogged her hungrily. The lingering flavor of the wine from dinner was still on her tongue. She pressed her hips against his and wrapped one of her legs around his. Harry's arousal grew against her thigh, but he wasn't ready to get too distracted just yet. He tore himself away from her and took a step back.
She stood there, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were a bit glazed from his abrupt departure. "Harry?"
He went to the dresser and took a giftwrapped box out. "Take this into the bathroom and open it. I'll wait here."
"What is it?" she asked, taking the box.
"A bit of a wedding present for us both."
Suspicious but still trusting him, Ruth went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Harry removed his shoes and socks and took off his coat before sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling in anticipation of what was to come.
Ruth opened the box and immediately wanted to go out and strangle her husband. He must have lost his bloody mind. She couldn't…this wasn't…Ruth sighed to herself and began to undress. Harry's words from a few months before popped into her head, and she understood his intention. And she would put on this ridiculous thing and make an utter fool of herself in the hopes that they'd both get a bit of pleasure from it.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Harry stood up and turned to see Ruth walk out wearing the lingerie he'd bought for her. This was unlike the things she had tempted him with before. The knickers were lace of a deep red, and the top was a matching red silk teddy that opened with a slit down the front, exposing her entire torso. She looked absolutely incredible, that red against her creamy pale skin. He immediately wanted to feel the scratch of the lace under his hands and trace his tongue on the edge of it over the tops of her breasts. "Oh…Ruth…" he breathed, unable to form any other words.
"I'd like to undress my husband now," she announced, feeling pleased at her effect on him. She had once claimed that she didn't have the sexuality for red lingerie, but the way Harry looked at her, she almost felt as if she did.
Harry just nodded a bit uselessly. Ruth approached him with gentle hands moving over his chest. His head rolled back as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he reveled if her touch.
Ruth noticed his breathing grow a bit heavier as her fingers danced over him, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders and arms as she pushed the shirt off him, smoothing over his chest and belly. He had grown older in their time together, but he'd gotten in much better shape since his surgery. And it astounded her that he still affected her this way, that her ministrations still affected him much the same. It wasn't until she'd undone his belt and pushed his trousers to the floor that his attention snapped back to her.
Harry stepped out of the trousers before he pulled her into his arms and placed his hands on her bum to lift her up. Ruth yelped at being lifted immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. "Don't you dare hurt yourself!" she warned.
But Harry just growled and began kissing her deeply.
As his tongue surged into her mouth, Ruth felt her whole body begin to tingle with the telltale arousal that Harry never failed to inspire in her. He swallowed her moans as she anchored his face to hers and moved her hips to try to get a bit of friction between them. She was still wearing her fancy new underthings, and the feel of the lace was rather pleasant. But she would need to feel his skin on hers, every single bit.
It took her a moment to realize that they were moving. Ruth was too caught up in their passionate kiss to take much notice, and by the time she did, he had placed her down in the middle of their hotel bed. She lay there, gasping for air, and pushing herself up on her elbows so she could watch him look at her.
Harry had a plan now. He stepped a bit closer and removed knickers. He spread her legs before him and crawled over the bed toward her. And before she knew it, his lips and tongue were tracing lines up her inner thighs and buried between them.
She bit her tongue to keep from crying out with the sudden onslaught. But then she remembered that they were in a posh hotel in New York and they were on their honeymoon. She would be as loud as she wanted. Let the other hotel guests hear how incredibly her husband pleasured her. She gasped loudly and moaned his name as his tongue tortured her to the very heights of ecstasy.
He couldn't get enough of her. The little noises she made, the way she bucked her hips against his face, the way she cried out his name. Harry sucked hard on her most sensitive spot and plunged two thick fingers inside her, curling to heighten the sensations for her. She was panting and begging for him to move harder and faster for her release. He was nothing if not obedient to what Ruth needed. Harry Pearce had every intention of being a good husband this time around, and surely that meant doing whatever his wife asked.
Ruth felt herself be built up and up and up until her body trembled and spasmed beneath his touch. Her core was pulsating around his fingers, radiating pleasure through her whole body. Harry pulled away from her to let her body settle down. He settled beside her on top of the bed, pulling her into his arms.
She vaguely felt him pull the sheer teddy off of her. The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back again, and Harry had a hand on one of her breasts and his mouth on the other. "Oh god!" she groaned, feeling herself be built back up from the beautiful attention of his teeth and tongue.
Harry just chuckled proudly, undeterred from his task. He loved every single bit of her body, the taste and texture of her. And he'd had plenty of time to learn all about what she liked. It was as though the last two years were practice for this, their perfect, naughty honeymoon. There was a specific sound she made when he concentrated and nipped at her just right. He tried a few different things before she made a high-pitched gasp and a little whimper, a sound that always got him rock-hard.
Ruth was starting to feel a bit frenzied. Already he'd made her come once, and she knew from experience that there was plenty more on the way. Her Harry was nothing if not a generous and extremely skilled lover. But this wasn't what she needed. It took every ounce of effort in her body, but she pushed herself up and reached down to shove Harry's trunks down his legs.
He didn't even realize what she was doing, as his attention was securely on her chest, but very quickly, Ruth's nimble fingers were wrapped around his hard cock. She stroked him with the confidence of experience and the power of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and precisely how to get it from her man. Harry abandoned his exploration of her chest and fell back, moaning her name.
"I want you, Harry," Ruth whispered. "I want you to fuck me."
There was no further incentive needed. Harry rolled over and settled between her legs, already spread and waiting for him. He gave no buildup as he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds and thrust hard inside her.
Ruth cried out at the way he suddenly filled and stretched her. He felt so good, so perfect. Making love to Harry—being fucked by him like this—was nothing like anything she'd ever experienced before they were together. It was hard to imagine now how she'd ever lived life without this.
But Harry wasn't moving the way she wanted him to. Ruth reached over and dug her fingernails into his bum, pulling him in deeper and grinding her hips to create the friction she needed. He watched where their bodies were joined, watched in awe as she took her pleasure on him, even with him poised on top of her as he was. Instead of him fucking her, as she'd wanted, she was fucking him. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing Harry had ever experienced. It didn't take long, as he'd already built her up so much, till she jerked against him and gasped with her next orgasm.
Harry had to pull out of her, for he surely would have been unable to contain himself if he remained inside her quivering sex. He was breathing heavily, trying to regain his control.
Ruth, however, had other ideas. She pulled herself up, still feeling a bit shaky and loose, and pushed Harry back onto the bed. He lay there against the pillows and watched her with eyes dark with lust.
She kissed down his chest, her tongue flicking out on each one of his old scars. Harry made happy little sighs as she made her way downward, and she delighted in hearing his pleasure at her efforts. Ruth took him in her mouth with very little pretense. It was exhilarating to suck him off after he'd been inside her, to be in complete control of him and drive him a bit mad, to taste herself on him. She especially enjoyed when he helped her along a bit, as he did now. Harry's fingers twisted in her hair, holding her tightly to guide her movements, giving him exactly what he needed. The way he pulled the hair against her scalp was just on the right side of painful, and she loved it. Every single sensation heightened her want of him, her excitement over what was to come.
Harry was starting to come apart, but he did not want to finish like this. He thrust into her mouth once before he stopped himself and pulled her off of him. "Lie down," he demanded with ragged breath.
Ruth was breathing a bit heavy herself and lay herself in the middle of the bed beside him.
But Harry shook his head. "Flip over."
A shiver passed through her as Ruth rolled onto her stomach and arched her back, lifting her hips up off the bed. They always had a good amount of variety in their lovemaking, trying out various positions. Usually they both preferred to be able to see each other's faces, but there was a deep eroticism of Harry taking her from behind. He often did this when they shagged standing up, he'd bend her over the kitchen table or the desk or the arm of the sofa. They didn't often do this in bed. Though now with Harry's fully healed knee, they could do lots of things they hadn't done before.
He covered her body in an instant, squeezing the firm flesh of her bum for a moment before pushing inside her so slowly, she nearly wept to feel every single inch of him fill her up. "Oh god, Harry!" she breathed, gasping for air as her face pressed against the pillow.
He readjusted his grip on her, sliding his hand under her body. His pace was achingly slow. The fingers grasped her breast, rolling her nipple a bit roughly. Ruth whimpered in response.
"I need…" she panted.
"What do you need?" he asked, growling into her ear and brushing his teeth against it.
"More." Ruth couldn't seem to form any other words. He was filling her, surrounding her, reaching so deep inside her, she saw stars in front of her eyes. But it wasn't quite enough, she knew.
Harry shifted again so he could reach around her body with his other hand and stroke her in time with his thrusts. "How's that?" he asked.
She moaned, gyrating against him. "Faster," she begged.
He sped up, taking her at a furious pace, pounding into her with everything he had. Ruth cried out as her climax crashed over her. Harry was unrelenting. He was so close, now. He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to.
Hard and deep and powerful, every thrust of his hips and touch of his hands overpowered every single one of her senses. His breath was hot against her neck, his sweaty skin sliding against hers. She could barely breathe when he turned her head toward him and kissed her hard. And then with three last sputtering thrusts of his hips, he spilled inside her just as her inner walls clamped down with a vise grip around his cock, leaving them both whimpering and gasping.
Harry flopped down beside her, slipping out of her body to collapse on his stomach and catch his breath. He must have blacked out for a moment, for the next thing he knew, there was a shift in the weight on the bed and then he felt Ruth straddle his back, perched on his bum. He hummed happily at the feel of her.
She had rolled over to escape the wet patch they'd left on the bed, and she had seen Harry so exhausted and stared at the scarred muscles of his back. She could not resist climbing on top of him and tracing those scars with her gentle fingers. Ruth hadn't explored these scars before, mostly just the ones on his chest. Some, she could tell, were the result of a through-and-through. A few more burns and stab wounds. Maybe sometime later on this trip, she'd ask him about them.
Harry felt her gentle touches and sighed happily at the love that was imbued into his skin. Her weight on him shifted again, and he could feel her breasts pressed up against him and her tongue trace patterns on his skin. "That feels very nice," he whispered.
"Good," she replied, covering his back in wet kisses.
"I'm afraid I'm all spent for the night," Harry told her regretfully.
"I'd assumed so. That's alright. I just want to be sure my husband knows how I love and care for him."
He smiled. "Your husband knows. And your husband adores you beyond words."
Ruth sat up again and lightly scratched his scalp, running her fingers through his thinning hair. What there was left was soft and lightly curling, which she had always quite liked. Harry practically purred under her touch. Ruth sighed and whispered, "I think you proved your point."
"What point?" he asked, already practically asleep.
"Back at Valentine's Day, when you told me I was wrong to think I haven't got the sexuality for red lingerie. I think you were right."
"I was absolutely right," he replied firmly, though his words were starting to be a bit slurred. "Seeing you in that red was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. And I think it was a good way to start out our married life, don't you think?"
"Very much." Ruth looked down at her wedding rings sparkling on her left hand. She would have to get off him so they could get settled in bed, but she wanted to remain where she was for just a moment longer, to touch and caress her husband in this hotel suite in New York on their honeymoon.