Claire turned the brass knob to shut off the water and glided over to her husband, who leaned back in the steamy water with closed eyes. She ran her thumb over his mustache bristles in an abrupt wake up call.
"Now, don't you go dozing on me, Mr. Gordon," she scolded. "It's my wedding night."
"That's what you get when you marry an old guy," he teased. But he propped his arms over the sides of the porcelain tub and allowed her to mount him. Claire enjoyed the feeling of her sensitive nipples brushing against his damp chest, his metal dog tag dangling between her breasts as she pressed herself tightly to his body.
"Kiss me, husband," she sighed.
Jim obliged, trapping her lower lip between his for a few nibbles. "Is that my new name now, wife?" he continued to tease. "More roles to add to the list?"
Claire's eyes lit up. "I didn't even think about that! But yes. Maybe 'husband' and 'wife' could be all Ozzie and Harriet... or maybe Darrin and Samantha from Bewitched... I always thought they were kind of sexy."
"Can you wiggle your nose like that?"
Claire gave it her best shot but ended up moving her lips more than her nose.
"Ah, I knew a submissive 1950s housewife wasn't quite the role for you," Jim commented, his hands kneading the flesh of her bottom as she continued to straddle him in the tub.
"Eh, maybe not a magical one at least," she agreed. "But I still like the idea of playing one occasionally. There's a room for that at the club, you know. Pink Formica countertops and everything."
Jim raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah! I forgot about that one. Should I call Zac tomorrow, Mrs. Gordon? Book ahead?"
"Mmmm, please do, Mr. Gordon."
Jim dried his new bride off with one of the fluffy white towels he plucked from the towel bar. The new Mrs. Gordon was thankful she had twisted her locks into a bun so that she didn't have to deal with damp hair drying in a frizz. As she gazed down at her husband kneeling to dry between her legs, she closed her eyes. For once, Claire Greene... Claire Gordon... felt relaxed and safe. The man looked up at her knowingly, fire burning behind his eyes as he took in the delectable body she would now share with him until the end of their days.
"Take me to bed, husband, " she whispered with a sultry smile. Her fingertips lightly rested on the tops of his shoulders, and she could feel his warm breath drift over her sex as he lowered the towel to dry her calves.
Jim's eyes darkened and he let out a little growl. Quickly scooping Claire into his arms, he crossed the threshold from the bathroom and strode to bed. It was old-fashioned and a bit rustic, but large and comfortable. He laid her down among an endless number of pillows, and the rose petals that rested on the comforter tickled her still-damp skin. Jim originally thought it was a bit of a cliché for the innkeepers to decorate the honeymoon suite like this, but seeing his princess — no, Queen —surrounded by such beauty got his heart pumping. The towel he had wrapped around his narrow hips now appeared to be tented, and his vixen of a wife actually giggled at him.
She blushed beautifully, reminding him of exactly why the expression "blushing bride" even existed. They had played the role of virginal lovers before – with Jim trying to give her the first time he felt she deserved. In fact, their whole entire sex life seemed to be role after role. And he loved it; he really did. He knew Claire did as well. But for tonight? For their wedding night? He didn't want to think about anything at all except the warmth and comfort of her body. Their interactions would happen naturally, not prescribed by any role.
He must have been staring at her for longer than he thought, for Claire was starting to get uncomfortable.
"What?" she questioned, suddenly self-conscious.
Jim just stood there stoically. The burning behind his eyes told him tears would threaten to fall soon. He slowly shook his head and smiled at his wife. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You told me once a woman never gets tired of hearing that. I hope that's still true."
Claire swallowed and nodded, placing her hand over her chest as if trying to reign in her own emotions. She reached out both hands, silently begging him to join her in bed. He dropped his towel and climbed in beside her. Jim tucked a loose tendril behind her ear, cupping her face as he stared into her eyes. It was like seeing her for the first time. Had he ever even noticed how beautiful her eyes were... the way the youthful, mischievous lust she always showered him with made them sparkle?
Seeing her as his wife meant seeing her differently... everything heightened, more meaningful. Everything about her was now a part of him too. Of course he'd been a married man before, but marriage had just been something you were supposed to do— making a life with someone you liked, cared for, and respected. It wasn't the same as this... this all-consuming, exploding heart kind of love. His mind was swirling with the sentimentality of his thoughts— hell, was he turning into that flower fields and poetry kind of guy? But he was in the midst of a dopamine rush, and he was done with questioning it. He just fucking wanted her.
Claire licked her lip, a nervous habit he supposed, as her eyes hypnotized him further. When he saw the flash of pink her tongue offered as it drifted across her red-stained mouth, his eyes darted down. Instinctually, he took his thumb and plucked at her bottom lip, enjoying the little popping noise it made when he released it. He took his index finger to her supple lips next, tracing the opening, wanting to dive deeper within her.
When her lips parted, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his digit before sucking it inside her mouth. Jim groaned, using his weight to roll her over so he could settle on top of her. He was rock hard and aching, his cock bobbing its approval as it sought out her warmth, tired of waiting for its owner to make a move. Jim reached under her torso, wrapping his hands around her shoulders to hold her close.
Claire moaned as her husband kissed her passionately, feeling the strength of his erection against her thigh. She wiggled just a bit to the left so she could slide over him, sheathing her husband inside her warmth. They groaned in unison, moving gently against each other, relearning their bodies and reactions. Jim found he liked the slower pace, taking the time to feel every ridge inside her, feeling the delicious squeeze as she clamped around him. She enjoyed feeling every single inch slide in and out of her— her own body quivering and clenching in an attempt to keep him locked inside her.
Their coupling seemed to continue forever... slow, rhythmic, and punctuated by breathy moans. Yet she felt the crescendo building more quickly than she wanted.
"Switch positions," she commanded with a mischievous grin, and Jim saw a flash of Mistress cross her face, just like that first night in the club when she'd thrown him for a loop and blown his mind... among other things.
"How do you want me?" he asked, pausing his thrusts. Claire closed her eyes briefly, concentrating on the throbbing, the fullness, and the old familiar thrill at hearing his submission.
"Stand up beside the bed."
Jim obeyed, and Claire shimmied her hips down to the edge, throwing her legs up with feet resting on her husband's chest. Jim instinctively caught her right foot and brought it to his lips, lavishing some attention on her freshly washed toes. His thumb kneaded her arch as he sucked, and he heard Claire moan her approval. Her hips continued to align themselves with his erection, which was still damp from his earlier foray inside of her. She clamped down on him again, so much tighter now in this new pose, and he dropped her foot to let out a gasp.
"Fuck, that's good," he whispered, and he resumed his pace, his hands trailing down her arms to link their hands as their slamming bodies met one another.
"Oh, god, Jim... yes... this is perfect... don't stop..."
He continued to pound until his brain demanded he go deeper, and he shifted forward with Claire's legs on his shoulders this time, bringing her thighs back against her chest. She was basically folded in half at this point, but they were too consumed with pleasure to worry about optics.
Helpless to curb the building of her climax this time, Claire ground her throbbing clit against his pubic bone on his next thrust. Soon stars formed as she finally succumbed to her husband's love making. She heard herself sigh happily as the powerful orgasm fluttered softly to a stillness. Jim lowered himself back on top of her fully and murmured his praise and relief into her neck. Now, it was his turn to seek his release. Unable to help himself, he thrust inside her roughly, enjoying the scream of pleasure his escalated tempo brought to Claire.
"Oh, god! You feel amazing... my hot, sexy wife," Jim grunted. "I want to fuck you for hours... but I can't hold on anymore."
Claire giggled. "We have all night, husband— plenty of time for a second round," she assured him between thrusts.
As if he was waiting for that permission, Jim felt his balls tingle; a pleasurable shiver ran up his spine, and he knew he was done for. He picked up his speed, reaching between their bodies to rub her clit, praying he could give her one last orgasm. Claire reached down, grasping his firm ass and pulling him tight against her. Jim bit down on her neck, sucking harder than he ever had as his orgasm was torn from him. Claire groaned from the exquisite pain, basking in the sensation of his bite mixed with his hot release inside her.
Not wanting to crush her in his exhaustion, Jim rolled off to the side, pulling her against him so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"You bit me," Claire whispered with a smile. "Kind of hard. Where did that come from?"
Jim laughed sheepishly. "Hell if I know. I don't know where anything is coming from tonight... I feel so fucking high."
Claire nodded. "Me too. Who would have thought it could still get better, after all the things we've done?"
"I think part of it is being here, as much as I hate to admit it," Jim answered after a few seconds of silence. "Somewhere new, somewhere easy... comfortable room... stress lifted. And knowing you're mine, knowing you want to be mine forever. It makes it easy to forget all the shit and uncertainty back home."
Claire remained silent, knowing better than to push him again toward the idea of giving up Gotham. But his realization of how much freer and happier they felt here was a big step, and it gave her hope.
"You know what else?" her husband mused. His "high" had rendered him awfully chatty, but Claire didn't mind.
"What, Jim?"
"I was thinking about what Barb said... that night we... um... got caught. How she accused me of wanting you even back when we were just co-workers, when I was still married..."
Claire bristled uncomfortably. "Jim, we don't have to talk about- "
"No, I want to," he insisted. "The truth was I really didn't... not in that way. Of course I knew you were gorgeous... I knew to keep my guys in check and make sure they respected you. I admired how you seemed to synthesize all the details we gave you into perfect notes, but with your own insight. You were always ready with something I needed before I even knew I needed it... coffee, staples for my stapler, a calendar reminder for some offhand appointment I'd mention... I used to love the way you'd smile at me, but I never saw it as flirting. Just like 'this is a person that makes me happy... a person who makes life a little better because she's in it.' When Barb accused me of it being something more, it shook me a little. Made me wonder if I should have felt guilty all that time... but now that you're my wife, I feel guilty for NOT thinking of you that way. Like I missed signs, wasted time..."
Claire shook her head with a sigh. "Jim, you have got to let go of all this guilt. You're always thinking you've messed up, or could have done better, or are lacking in some way. Please stop beating yourself up. You're a man... you're not supposed to be some saint. And everything happened as it should. Yes, things are difficult with Barb and the kids right now, but we'll get through it. As for me... I wouldn't have been ready back then, even if you did make me a little weak in the knees." Her hand came up, thumb stroking his ear and fingers massaging his head.
Jim's hand tilted her head to the side a little, to peer at the marking he'd left on her neck. He smirked at the perfectly purple skin. "Well, you're mine now. No denying that. Maybe I should snap a pic of this and send it to Gruber."
Claire rolled her eyes. "You two are never going to stop, are you?" she laughed.
Jim laughed too. "Probably not."
She stroked his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin mixed with that of the honeymoon suite's old rustic wood and the aroma of rose petals. He was right; Gotham seemed a million miles away. Claire's mind strove to keep it that way and not think about returning tomorrow, as they fell asleep entwined with each other... for the first time as husband and wife.