I had the hardest time controlling myself as I sat next to Sara on the plane from Vegas to LA. We were so exhausted last night after our wedding, that I didn't get to make love to my wife. Wow. My wife. Sara Sidle, I mean Sara Stokes is my wife. I'm grinning. Even as we're waiting for the rental car to be ready, all I can think about is how much I want to get her alone and make love to her. I know she's thinking the same thing, her eyes are telling me. Finally, the car is ready. Sara holds my hand all the way to Malibu. We pull into the driveway and grin at each other. I know that if we don't bring the bags in now, they're going to be staying in the car for a while. So, I take a deep breath and take them out of the trunk.

Sara's got the door open and she's waiting for me. I carry the bags into the house. Sara's standing outside on the porch grinning and I look at her curiously. Finally it dawns on me. It's traditional to carry her over the threshold. I grin at her and waggle my eyebrows at her as I scoop her up in my arms and kick the front door closed behind us. Sara's lips are pressed against mine and her fingers are deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I feel a bit at a disadvantage since I'm holding her in both arms.

I seem to recall that there was a bedroom down the hall. I make my way down the hall with Sara in my arms and enter the bedroom. I gently set her down and as her hands continue their quest, mine begin to roam. Piece by piece our clothing comes off until Sara and I are there with nothing between us. We touch, taste, and explore every inch of each other. Being with her is utter bliss.

We lay there tangled in the sheets, my hand splayed out over her abdomen as she looks up at me and traces my face with her fingers. I can't believe how amazing this woman is. She's my wife. Sara is my wife. I feel a rush of desire for her again as I lean down and kiss her deeply. She giggles against my lips. I break the kiss and raise an eyebrow at her.

She grins. "I have a feeling we're not going to be seeing much outside this room anytime soon." Her voice is husky.

I laugh. "Oh, I don't know. There's another bedroom across the hall, and the living room couch has its possibilities." I begin peppering her neck with kisses, teasing her with my words. "Then there's the counter in the kitchen."

She giggles.

"The beach."

Sara laughs. Her hands begin to roam. She grazes the most sensitive part of my body and I let out a moan. I want her so badly. And evidently, she wants me too. I love my wife.

I roll on top of her and we share a searing kiss. I grip her hips and Sara grips my butt as our legs tangle together intimately.