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I've included a link to the honeymoon hotel in case anyone is continued to watch her parents explore Heidelberg, while Jack's thoughts drifted back to his wedding night. After their reception, they had hurried off to the airport to catch their plane to Germany. They arrived at the Frankfurt am Main airport and immediately headed out to Heidelberg. By the time they settled in their room, it was early afternoon. Not wanting to miss what remained of daylight and the view, they left the hotel and walked the short distance to the bridge gate. Alte Brucke, or Old Bridge in English, offered a spectacular view of the Neckar River. Heidelberg Castle, nestled on the hillside above the old town, was easily seen from center of the bridge.
Jack focused the camera on his bride. She stood at the wall of the bridge soaking in the beauty around her. She radiated happiness. He panned the camera away from her and over the crowd of tourists, picking out their hotel through the lens.
"I'm feeling a little ... tired. Perhaps we should go and rest before dinner?" she said in his ear. Just then, a man bumped into Laura, almost knocking her down. She grabbed Jack for balance. The man apologized and made his way down the bridge. Jack put away the camera and pulled Laura into his arms. She relaxed against him for a moment, then putting her arm through his, headed back to the hotel
When they returned to their room, he thought they were going to make love, but Laura brushed him off, deciding instead to take a shower. He had been a little hurt, but reasoned that she was probably a little tired. It was a logical conclusion, but it didn't stop him from brooding.
Laura emerged from the tiny bathroom looking refreshed. He was pleased to see she had donned the lacy robe he'd bought her. It revealed as much as it concealed and he felt his body respond to its seductive promise. She slipped onto his lap and deposited a warm kiss on his forehead, then lightly on his lips. His hands reached for hear breasts, but she stopped him.
"Not now. We need to get ready for dinner." Another rejection. "Jack, no, don't look like that. I just want to wait until tonight. After dinner. The hotel clerk said the kitchens close early around here and I'm hungry. For food." She touched him and felt him jump. "I'll have this for dessert." She kissed him lightly, again, and moved to table containing her make-up items.
Reluctantly, he headed into the shower. He hated cold showers. She was right, of course. Between the anxiety of the wedding, the well wishers at the reception, and the anticipation of their wedding trip, neither of them had eaten very much.
The walked, arm-in-arm, to the restaurant, which was situated in an open square. They selected a table outside and sat as close together as the chairs would allow. She flirted with him all evening, her hands constantly touching him. First she brushed away an invisible crumb from his lips, then she'd find another on his chest, his lap, and finally, his groin. He never could remember what they had for dinner that night.
When they returned to the room, a bottle of champagne was cooling in a bucket of ice, apparently a gift from the hotel.
"The note says 'For your wedding night, with our compliments'. Did you tell them?" Jack asked, surprised by the gift.
"No, love, I didn't." She touched his lips. "But it probably wouldn't take a genius to figure out that we are on our honeymoon."
Jack picked up the bottle and looked at the label. French. Carefully, he opened the bottle and poured two glasses. He offered one to Laura, but she put it aside, choosing his glass instead. Dipping two fingers in the glass, she rubbed the wine against his lips. His tongue followed her fingers. She brought the glass to his mouth and he took a sip. Once more she dipped and rubbed. She allowed him another sip and brushed his lips with her own. With each swallow, the kisses grew deeper and his desire stronger. The game continued with the glass he'd originally poured for her.
Finally, they fell to the bed. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, laying a trail of kisses as each was loosened from their slot. Her hands found the buckle of his belt and pulled it loose. She touched him through the fabric and he groaned. Enjoying his agony, she brushed her hand lightly, up and down, up and down. His penis strained against his boxers, he reached down to remove his pants and she grabbed his hand, pulling it to her lips, while her other hand continued to torment him.
"Please, Laura, I don't know how much longer I can last." He was taut with desire and longing. He wanted her now. He needed to feel her around him, the warmth of her muscles tightening against him.
She freed him from his pants and boxers, her hand now brushing against naked skin. He hiked her dress up, eager to remove her panties and found she was wearing none. She smiled. "Since I made you wait earlier, I thought I'd make it a little easier on you tonight."
He couldn't speak. She was so beautiful, so perfect. And she was his. His wife. Forever. Not for the first time, he wondered how he'd been so lucky.
His hand sought the mound between her legs, wanting, needing her to be ready. He felt her wetness and with a sigh, he pulled her to him. She opened her legs and he thankfully thrust in to her. They moved together, in the age old rhythm of sex, until each, finding their moment, lay sated in the others arms.
He fell into a hard sleep, waking again at the insistent sound of her voice.
"Good morning, Sunshine."
He turned to the clock. Three o'clock. It was still dark out. Laura's voice had been light and cheery. He felt tired, like he'd been drugged. Groggily he complained about the time. He just wanted to hold her. "Come to bed," he'd said and she'd talked about their special hour. They made love again, this time Laura moved over him and he lay back, letting her bring him once again to the abyss.
