I yawn widely and my eyes flutter open. I reach out for Tobias but his side of the bed is cold and empty, making me pout. I stretch, loosening my stiff muscles then swing my legs over the side of the bed. I sit for a minute trying to get my bearings and look out the glass panel window toward the city. By the placement of the sun, it's midafternoon. We slept for hours naked in each other's arms, the events of the previous 24 hours exhausting us both. I slide out of bed and look around. I pick up his tuxedo shirt and deeply inhale his scent with a smile. I slip it on and button the two middle buttons.
As I start down the staircase, I glance out the window again, and I wonder momentarily what exists beyond the horizon then I continue downstairs. When I walk into the living room, I find it empty. I hear the shower running and know he's in the bathroom. I sit down on the couch then decide to strike a sexy pose – well as sexy as I know how to be – to surprise him when he comes out. I lie down on my side on the couch with my head propped up in my hand and my legs slightly bent, one laying over the other. I make sure that his shirt is covering only the bare necessities, hinting at what lies beneath. He opens the door and steps into the living room wearing only a pair of small, tight boxer briefs. I slide my eyes over his nearly naked body, and the fire of desire starts burning low in my stomach. Damn he looks good. When he looks up, our eyes lock, and he stops in his tracks. One eyebrow raises as he takes in the sight before him then a smile turns up the ends of his lips.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Eaton," I coyly say. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"
"It is now, Mrs. Eaton," he says continuing to run his eyes over me like a gentle caress. "Would you like to make it even better?" I smile and beckon him to me with my finger just as my stomach growls loudly. I didn't even know I was hungry but it makes perfect sense. It's been hours since the reception. He lets out a small chuckle, and I stick out my bottom lip, pouting and sigh. "How about some lunch then we can get back to uh ... this." He motions to my sexy pose. I get up off the couch, moving as seductively as I can, and go to him. I wrap my arms around his waist, and he leans down and places his lips to mine. He slowly kisses me until the passion threatens to boil over. He tears himself away from me and stands back trying to catch his breath.
"I'd say I'm sorry ... but I'm not," I breathlessly say with a smirk taking a step forward, pressing every inch of my body to his, going up on my tiptoes, and giving him a quick kiss. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Is the shampoo and stuff in there?"
"Yeah and our clothes are in the small closet," he says. "Does anything in particular sound good?" I know what sounds good, and it isn't food.
"Surprise me, Tobias," I say, slowly running my hand across his taut abs before I turn and go into the bathroom. I feel his eyes burning into my back as I walk away from him, and I turn and blow him a kiss. I wonder what's gotten into me. I put the shirt I'm wearing on the back of the door and step into the small shower. I'm in and out within minutes. I dry myself thoroughly then put his shirt back on. It makes me feel like I'm wrapped in his embrace. I towel dry my hair until it's barely wet then return to my husband. Just thinking the word, tightens my stomach. I step out of the bathroom and find him in front of the small stove making eggs. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his Abnegation tattoo.
"Why don't you sit down? Lunch is almost done," he says, covering my hands with one of his. I hug him tightly then sit at the pub table where he serves me scrambled eggs, buttery wheat toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he says then puts a bite of egg in his mouth.
"What are we going to do here for 10 days?" I ask.
"Bored already?" he asks with a smile and chuckle.
"No," I say rolling my eyes at him. "I'd be happy to spend the next 10 days in bed with you but since you packed clothes I imagine you have some other things in mind for us."
"Very perceptive," he says with a twinkle in his eyes. "Would you like to know or would you like to be surprised?" I take his question seriously. He's put a lot of effort into this honeymoon and until very early this morning I didn't even know where he was taking me.
"Even though I would love to know what you have planned, I'm going to let you surprise me," I say.
"Thank you, Tris," he sincerely says, his sexy gaze penetrating me to my core once again. "You don't know what that means. I would have told you if you asked me but I wanted to keep our plans a surprise. I love you." He leans over the table and gives me a quick peck then he gets up and puts our empty dishes in the dishwasher. "Want to watch some TV?" A maniacal giggle escapes me, and I stare at him like he's possibly lost his mind. He laughs at my expression.
"NO," I say, raising my voice at him. "We can go to the couch or up to the bedroom or stay right here at the table, I don't care but I want you to make love to me." I watch his dark eyes dilate.
"That can be arranged," he says moving close to me and running his hand down my cheek. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"I love you," I say staring into his handsome face then kissing his lips slowly. "I'm not scared anymore, Tobias. I never should have been. I realize that now. When I was walking down the aisle toward you, I felt such strong emotions that I didn't recognize. To tell you the truth, I still don't. But I know one thing, I'm not going to let him steal my intimate moments with you anymore. I know that I needed time to heal after what he did, but I think the longer I waited, the more scared I became of loving you. I'm sorry we had to wait so long."
"You don't have to apologize, love," he says cupping my face. I lean into him. "You said it yourself, you needed time to heal. You took time to do that. If we would have made love before you were truly ready, it could have made things worse. So the way I look at it, today is the right day." Tears run down my face as he speaks. He pulls me close, and I cling to him. He caresses my hair and whispers, I love you in my ear over and over. I swear this is the last time I will cry about this, especially in front of him because I know he suffers when I do.
When the tears run dry, I draw his mouth back to mine, and I kiss him aggressively. I half expect him to stop me but he kisses me back just as ferociously, our desire, need, want, and love showing plainly in our tangling tongues. He picks me straight up, and I tightly wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He carefully carries me up the steep spiral staircase and lays me down on the big bed. He straightens up and looks down at me with equal parts lust and love in his dark blue eyes. I inch back as he slowly crawls across the bed to cover my body with his. I can actually feel every hard inch of him against me but very little of his weight. I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him slowly. I run my hands down the side of his body and rest them on his hips. He runs his tongue against my bottom lip, and I sigh and open my mouth for him. He thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth and mates it with mine. I love the taste of orange on his tongue. I push his boxer briefs down his hips but can't get them very far. He pulls away from me and gets off the bed. He rips his underwear off then covers me again. I move my hand down his body and wrap my small hand around his hardening length and slowly start moving it up and down while we stare into each other's eyes.
"I need you now, Tobias," I whine. "I can't wait one more minute. I feel like we've had weeks of foreplay, and I'm about ready to explode. I want you inside me ... now." The words come out like I'm pleading and maybe I am. It's been so long, and I want him so much. He moves his hand between us, and I open my thighs farther for him. I groan at the contact, and I swear it comes from my toes. He gently circles my nubbin with the pad of his callused thumb getting me ready for him. He leans down and kisses me again as he inserts his middle finger into my womanhood. He slowly makes love to me with his hand, his thumb never leaving my nubbin. My hand starts a quicker pace on his steel-hard shaft, and he groans loudly. He withdraws his finger from me and leans back making me release my grip on him. He unbuttons the shirt I forgot I'm still wearing, and I lean up, take it off, and throw it across the room.
I lie back down, spreading my legs as far as I can. He lies down on top of me giving me his weight and tears come to my eyes. He places his forehead against mine and looks deeply into my eyes as he places himself at my moist center. He leans down and kisses the edge of my eye, capturing the escaping tears. I feel him push himself into me a couple inches. A gasp escapes my parted lips.
"It's been so long," I pant looking into his suddenly worried eyes. "I need you to go slow."
"Okay," he roughly says, moving his lips to mine. After he's still for a while, letting my body get accustomed to his welcome invasion he pushes into me another couple inches. He swivels his hips, and I raise my knees closer to my chest to make room for his substantial size. After a couple minutes, he pulls back slightly and slides further into my tight depths. I feel him stretching me, filling me, and I moan deeply. I pull his lips to mine and kiss him intensely. I feel him pull back a few inches then thrust into me harder until he's nearly all the way in. I bite my bottom lip to keep from calling out and grasp his hips tightly, digging my nails in. After a minute, my grip loosens, and he pulls back and seats himself fully within me. I pull his mouth to mine to trap my scream of pleasure. He kisses my mouth aggressively for a time, never moving inside me. He slowly moves his mouth, kissing across my cheek to my ear.
"You're tighter than I remember," he groans into my ear. "It feels so good to be inside you again." I blush brightly at his words.
"You feel bigger than I remember," I breathlessly say, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He's still for a long time, staring into my eyes, caressing my face, kissing the sensitive spots on my neck and throat. When I'm totally relaxed I say, "I'm ready, Tobias. Love me please. I need you so much."
"I love you, Tris," he says as he slowly withdraws his pulsating shaft until just the head remains inside the stretching walls of my body then he thrusts forward just as slowly. I gasp at the wonderful feeling. He sets a very slow ... very familiar in-and-out pace trying not to overwhelm me. I whimper and move my hips to meet each and every one of his gentle thrusts. After a few minutes, our need increases, and he speeds the pace marginally. He dips his head down and takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it gently, making it wet and hard. He nibbles on it lightly sending a jolt to where my body is joined with his. Then he swirls his tongue around the aching, sensitive bud, and I arch myself against his mouth. He kisses up my body from my chest all the way to my mouth, and I kiss him with a deep need. We increase the speed further as our hip bones collide almost painfully into each other. I feel an overwhelming, overpowering, all consuming orgasm approaching as our pace becomes wanton and frantic. He moves back, resting on his arms and slams into me with thrusts that push me down into the mattress. As he drives aggressively into me, I arch upwards, taking all of him deeply into my wet heat.
"Oh, God! I'm going to come, Tobias," I shout as his thrusts become piston like. "Don't stop. God! Don't stop!" Our breathing is fast and hard and a quite irregular. He keeps up the impressive tempo as I slip over the edge. I swear I black out momentarily as my body quivers and convulses beneath his. I'm spasming almost uncontrollably around his impressive shaft when I feel him stretch me to what must be my limits. His magnificent body shudders above me, and then I feel his pulsing life flowing into me. He doesn't stop the frenzied writhing until he has released himself fully then he slows the rhythm and finally stops. He collapses on top of me, and I welcome his full weight. We both lie there panting hard. After a moment, he turns us on our side and wraps me up in his arms, kissing my forehead and top of my head. I tilt my head back and join my lips with his. I kiss him slowly, sensually.
"This may sound incredibly stupid but I'm so glad we didn't forget how to do that," I say, my breath still coming faster than normal. His silent laughter does something to our still joined bodies, and I clench my pelvic muscles absentmindedly, making him groan loudly.
"You're okay, right?" he asks. I can't really describe the look on his face but it isn't the joyous one I expected. "I got quite ... rough ... with you. I didn't mean to. You asked me to go slow. It had been so long ... I lost myself loving you. I'm so sorry, Tris." I smile brightly at him and run my fingertips lightly, lovingly down his cheek.
"You were gentle when I needed you to, and I appreciate it more than you know," I say, pulling his mouth to mine for a tender kiss. "But when the passion took over, our bodies let us know what we wanted, and we didn't want slow lovemaking, we wanted passion, aggression, fire."
"I guess you're right," he says with a genuine smile on his face.
"You are the one who taught me that there are different ways to make love. Sometimes oral pleasure will be enough for us, just like this morning. Other times one or both of us will want to go slow and make it last for hours. Then there will be times when the passion is overwhelming and a quick release will be what we crave." I feel my face getting warmer and warmer with each word. Here I am a married, pregnant woman, and I'm still uncomfortable talking about sex even with my husband.
"You are so cute when you blush talking about sex," he says, kissing my neck.
"Tobias!" I moan. "I can't believe I was ever afraid of this." I grasp his shaft, which is still buried inside me. "You are gentle when I need you to be, and you are fiery and passionate when I want you to be. I wanted fire just now." I push him onto his back and move my legs to straddle his hips then sit up. He stares at the spot where our bodies are joined as I move myself slowly back and forth while grasping and releasing his hardening length in a slow rhythm. He moans loudly at me. "Tell me, Tobias. What do you want?" His eyes slowly climb my body and meet mine. They are dusky with yearning.
"Right now," he says, thrusting his hips upward causing me to gasp out loud, "I want to make love to my wife and make her come harder than she ever has." I move myself forward and put my hands on either side of his head as I set a satisfying rhythm for us. Every time I push back, he thrusts up, and a loud moan escapes both our mouths.
"Uh, uh, uh, Tobias, uh," I say over and over again as I increase the pace. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feelings as I make love to my soul mate, my best friend, my lover, my husband. He lifts his head and captures one swaying breast with his hot, wet mouth and the other with his sure hand. He sucks on my throbbing nipple while his hand gently caresses my aching breast. His other hand is exploring my body. The position I'm in has my nubbin making almost continuous contact with his pelvic bone, and I've already experienced a tremor of pleasure. I relax myself further, and I can feel a full-fledged earthquake approaching. Tobias' breathing becomes labored as we increase the pace again. He's bucking wildly beneath me as I crash down on him. I feel his hard length swell and start to throb as we come at the same time.
"Oh God! TTTOOOBBBIIIAAASSS! Shit, shit, shit!" I chant as my body shudders and tremors around his straining shaft, which is still moving hard in and out of me, flooding my body with his love for a second time within the hour. I collapse on top of him sated while he continues to hammer into my body. After a minute, then another, he slows and finally stops. I lie on top of him panting and gasping for much needed air while he pulls in lungful's himself.
"Damn. That was ... wow!" he says in my ear, wrapping his arms around me, tangling his fingers in my hair, and drawing my mouth to his. The kiss starts out fiery, full of passion then gives way to tenderness and romance. I think we've had enough for the moment. He puts his mouth up against my ear and says, "I love you, my wife." I shiver. I lean back a little and look into his loving eyes.
"I love you, Tobias," I say. "I'm not too heavy am I?" He smiles and shakes his head no. I prop my chin up on my hands and stare into his eyes. We don't say a word. We just gaze lovingly at one another. Before long his expression becomes serious, almost severe. I pull his face to mine, laying my forehead against his, and concentrate very hard.
"What are you doing?" he asks, sounding so grave.
"I'm trying to read your mind," I say, concentrating once again. He chuckles a little bit.
"You want to know what's on my mind I take it?" he asks.
"Always," I say.
"You," he says. "How did I get so lucky to find such a beautiful woman who loves me the way you do. I was trying to figure out what I did to deserve you. I must have done something right in the grand scheme of things to receive such a coveted prize. I love you Beatrice Grace Eaton ... with all my heart and soul. I may not exactly know what it means to be a husband but I will do everything within my power to be a good one and make sure that you live the happy life you deserve." His words pull at my heartstrings and bring tears to my eyes.
"I still don't get the way you see me," I say, the tears flowing down my cheeks and settling on his bare chest. "There is one thing that I understand though with all my heart. You love me the way I love you ... unconditionally, fully, slightly irrationally. You are everything to me, Tobias Eaton. Without you, I would be nothing, I would have nothing. There would be a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. I'm honored that you call me your wife, and I will do everything within my power to give you a good life with me and our children. I will never intentionally hurt you. I will love you with everything I have for as long as we both shall live." We chuckle. It's like we're saying wedding vows again.
"I love you, Tris," he says. "Turn around and look out the window." I roll off of him, and he gather's me up in his arms. The only light in the room at the moment is that coming from the city. It's an exceptional sight. I thought the way the buildings looked last night from the Ferris wheel was amazing but this is 10 times better.
"It's beautiful," I say. "Look! The Ferris wheel is lit up again tonight. I wonder if anyone is riding on it."
"It's a beautiful sight but not half as beautiful as what I'm looking at right now," he says. I look up into his face and his eyes are gliding up and down my naked body.
"You don't look half bad yourself," I say, reaching out and caressing the area above his sleeping manhood. I see it stir. "Is there a bathtub in this place?"
"As a matter of fact, there is," he says. "I looked at all the rooms trying to figure out which one I wanted for this week. You know what would be fun?" I shake my head. "We should make love in every room of the lighthouse. That would be fun."
"That would be fun. How many rooms are there?" I ask, more than ready to play. We have 10 days ... and nights.
"I don't know," he says. "We can count them, and then we can 'christen' each one of them."
"That sounds like a plan, my sweet, loving, sexy husband," I say laying on him again and pressing my lips to his. This is going to be a great honeymoon.