James and Cadie slip out the back door and run to the garage, where
they throw their bags in the back of Ronnie's truck, which he was
lending them for the next week or so. They pull out and head to the
hotel.
After they check in, they take their bags to their suite, which, they discovered, had a built in Jacuzzi in the bathroom, the bed was on a raised platform in the center of the room, and there was a pair of French doors leading out onto a balcony with a spectacular view of a magnificent garden.
They dropped their bags in the corner and James bent down and kissed his wife of less than four hours. She responds, deepening the kiss and he turns her around.
"Will you help me out of my dress, Grand Slam?"
"It will be an honor and a privilege, Spitfyre."
"I should hope so!"
He steps behind her and begins slowly undoing each little button on the back of the dress kissing each and every inch of skin as it is exposed until the wedding gown falls from her body, leaving her in her underwear.
He slowly peels that from her until she is standing before him naked as the day she was born. She reaches up, unbuttons and sweeps the suit jacket off of his shoulders, coming back to unknot his tie and unbutton his shirt, peeling that off of him, and literally ripping his t-shirt off of him. She unbuckles his belt and pulls it off of him. She grabs the button on the front of his pants and his dark brown head falls back in ecstasy at her touch. She undoes it, and then unzips his pants, reaching and grabbing the waistbands of both his pants and his boxer briefs, helping him out of them.
As soon as he is as naked as she is, he scoops her into his arms and carries her into the bathroom, stepping down into the Jacuzzi with her. "Lifeline said that as long as we don't get the bandages too wet, that we ought to be able to enjoy the hot tub. Dad will send him over later on tonight so he can look at and change the bandages."
He sits himself on the shelf running around the tub, and settles her on his lap, kissing her deeper than he had ever kissed her before. When they break away for some much needed air, he sits her on the edge of the Jacuzzi, stepping back a couple of paces, feasting his eyes on what she had tried so hard to hide when she was around people, her body.
After they check in, they take their bags to their suite, which, they discovered, had a built in Jacuzzi in the bathroom, the bed was on a raised platform in the center of the room, and there was a pair of French doors leading out onto a balcony with a spectacular view of a magnificent garden.
They dropped their bags in the corner and James bent down and kissed his wife of less than four hours. She responds, deepening the kiss and he turns her around.
"Will you help me out of my dress, Grand Slam?"
"It will be an honor and a privilege, Spitfyre."
"I should hope so!"
He steps behind her and begins slowly undoing each little button on the back of the dress kissing each and every inch of skin as it is exposed until the wedding gown falls from her body, leaving her in her underwear.
He slowly peels that from her until she is standing before him naked as the day she was born. She reaches up, unbuttons and sweeps the suit jacket off of his shoulders, coming back to unknot his tie and unbutton his shirt, peeling that off of him, and literally ripping his t-shirt off of him. She unbuckles his belt and pulls it off of him. She grabs the button on the front of his pants and his dark brown head falls back in ecstasy at her touch. She undoes it, and then unzips his pants, reaching and grabbing the waistbands of both his pants and his boxer briefs, helping him out of them.
As soon as he is as naked as she is, he scoops her into his arms and carries her into the bathroom, stepping down into the Jacuzzi with her. "Lifeline said that as long as we don't get the bandages too wet, that we ought to be able to enjoy the hot tub. Dad will send him over later on tonight so he can look at and change the bandages."
He sits himself on the shelf running around the tub, and settles her on his lap, kissing her deeper than he had ever kissed her before. When they break away for some much needed air, he sits her on the edge of the Jacuzzi, stepping back a couple of paces, feasting his eyes on what she had tried so hard to hide when she was around people, her body.