Ivan awoke the next morning to find Jessica's side of the bed empty, the smell of French toast and the sound of gentle humming coming from the kitchen. He got out of bed, threw on a pair of boxers, and made his way down the hallway.
When he came to the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks; Jessica was making breakfast in nothing but her sheer black robe and her lace thong. His blood immediately rushed south.
'A day with a good start,' he thought to himself, amused.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders placing a kiss on the side of her head.
"Good morning, husband," Jessica said, turning her head to look at him.
"Good morning, wife," he said back with a dreamy smile.
She smiled back and pressed her lips to his. They parted, nuzzling each other's noses before Jessica turned her attention back to their food. Ivan stayed behind her, watching her small hands work.
She placed the last piece of French toast on a plate and handed it to Ivan. He set it behind him on the table, and turned back around to Jessica. She turned around with her plate in her hands; he took it from her and placed it on the counter beside her.
He backed her up against the cabinets, taking her head in his hands and bringing their lips together. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. He lifted her up and set her on the counter. His hands wandered from her face, down her neck, and settled on her chest; he started kneading and massaging her breasts as they kissed.
"I think a cold breakfast is worth the wait, don't you?," Ivan asked with a low voice.
"We DO have a microwave," Jessica teased, parting their mouths just enough to get the words out, their noses still touching.
He slid his hands down to the waist of her panties, running his finger along the seam that touched her stomach, making her quiver. He slipped his hands into the sides and slid them down her legs, leaving her in only her robe. She inserted her hands into the back of his boxers and slipped them down over his hips, his manhood already rock hard.
He scooted her to the edge of the counter, his hands on her hips. She hooked her arms under his arms to rest on his shoulders. He moved his lips to her neck and lightly pushed inside her, her breath catching. He started sucking on her neck, gently sliding in and out of her. Jessica threw her head back, giving Ivan room to run his tongue along her clavicle. She moved her hand up to his hair, which he took as a signal that she was ready to take him completely.
He thrust his hips forward, plunging himself deep into her. She let out a loud moan, squeezing herself to him.
"Lean back so I can look at you," he said softly.
She did as he commanded, supporting herself on her hands. He took a moment to look her over; her lips slightly parted, each of his thrusts accompanied by a light breathy pant from her mouth. She looked absolutely enchanting.
Ivan lowered his mouth to her breasts, teeth grazing her delicate skin here and there before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking it aggressively.
"Ivan... Ivan...," she whimpered.
He suddenly lifted her from the counter and carted her over to the sofa. He sat down with her straddling his lap. Ivan grabbed her hips and positioned her over his throbbing manhood and gently helped her to lower herself down onto him.
She wasted no time; as soon as she knew he was inside her, she began to rock her hips back and forth before sliding up and down his shaft. She hugged the disfigured side of his head to her chest and kissed his forehead as she kept bouncing steadily.
She leaned her head down, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally licking the shell of his ear or nibbling on his earlobe. She felt him tremble as he grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto his manhood. He let out a deep groan as he felt her drench his shaft just before he climaxed alomg with her. Once they rode out their orgasms, they sat on the sofa remaining in their places catching their breath; his manhood still deep inside her and his head to her chest.
"We should make this a morning tradition," Ivan said teasingly.
"So far, it has been," Jessica retorted with a chuckle.
Once they were calmed down, they kissed and she dismounted him, returning to the kitchen to get their coffee ready.
He took his seat across from her, and they dug into their French toast.
"Are you as excited as I am to be leaving for our honeymoon today?"
"So excited! I can't wait to finally visit France," she said dreamily.
"Seven days; just you, me, and all that lingerie to be put to use," he said with a seductive smirk.
"Indeed. I intend to take full advantage of them too, so be prepared," she told him, eyeing him up and down.
He raised his eyebrows, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips.
"I think I can accommodate you," he said smugly.
They ate the rest of their breakfast and started getting ready to leave. They packed their luggage, locked up the apartment, and made their way to the airport. Adam dropped them off using the van.
"Have a good time in France! Enjoy yourselves!," he said as they left.
They waved back, and got to their gate just as the plane was boarding. They showed their tickets and took their seats.
"Welcome aboard. We have a nonstop flight from Copenhagen to Cannes, lasting approximately two and a half hours, so sit back and enjoy the flight," the pilot said over the intercom.
Jessica looked over to Ivan and gave him an excited grin. He couldn't help but let one peek out as well, watching how giddy she was getting.
'I hope she gets this excited over the surprise I have for her when we get back,' he thought nervously.
If everything was going according to plan, Adam would be doing his part at the moment.
Jessica leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek then laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you so much, darling, for taking me to Cannes," she said gratefully.
"My pleasure, kære," he said, putting his hand on her knee.
Their flight was spent watching clouds and talking about the sights they wanted to see when they arrived.
"Personally, I would like to stroll through La Croisette, Old Town, and the Musée de la Castre. How about you?"
"I'm thinking a lot of beach time for sure. And, as you've brought up before, giving you reasons to display all of that lovely lingerie you picked out," Ivan said with a low voice, lightly nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
Jessica let out a subtle smirk.
"You bet, mister."
A short time later, they arrived in Cannes. As they landed, Jessica couldn't help but get excited by the miles of shoreline she could see.
"The beach is so beautiful! Look how sunny and warm it looks!"
"It's very beautiful. Not nearly as beautiful as my wife, but a close second."
"Aww. You're trying awfully hard to make me ravage you when we get to the hotel aren't you?," Jessica said with a grin.
"That depends. Is it working?"
"... Possibly," she said, bringing his hand up to her lips.
They disembarked the plane and hailed a taxi. They arrived at their hotel and checked in.
"Suite A, all ready for the newlyweds," the front desk agent said, handing them room keys.
They stood outside the elevators, one finally coming down after a minute or two. The hotel wasn't bustling like it normally would be, but they weren't complaining. As the doors closed, Jessica sat her bags down and pinned Ivan between ger and the wall, giving him a rough kiss. Ivan dropped his duffle bag and wrapped his arms around Jessica, lifting her to make things easier for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hand starting to trail down his stomach and his abdomen. Just as she was about to try to stuff her hand down his pants, the elevator dinged.
She shuffled off of Ivan, picking her bags up and composing herself before the door opened, leaving Ivan in a daze. She cleared her throat and he quickly picked up his bag.
They exited the elevator and wandered down a long hall until they reached their room. Jessica fumbled around in her pocket for the room key as Ivan leaned forward and planted kisses along the side of her neck until he reached the shell of her ear.
"You have no idea the things I have in store for you over the next week," he said, just barely above a whisper.
Jessica's hand stilled as soon as the words left his mouth. He lightly chuckled and took the room key from her, inserting it into the slot in the door. He pushed it open and Jessica walked in first.
Everything was so classic and elegant looking, it reminded her of something you would see in an old world villa; and they had a spectacular view of the ocean from a balcony. Ivan definitely knew how to plan a honeymoon, that was for sure.
Ivan walked in behind her, sitting his bag down and pressing himself into her back as he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close as they looked out over the beach.
"I did good?," he asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"You certainly did, darling," she said back, nuzzling her head against him. "Now, how about a nice hot bath? I think we could both stand to relax after a flight."
"Excellent idea."
He followed her, stopping at the door frame. She began running hot water, adding a small bit of soap to the water. She slowly turned to him, giving him a determined look.
"I would very much like to undress you," she said flirtatiously.
He got a glint in his eyes. He admired her newly acquired bluntness when it came to what she wanted from him.
She pulled him into the bathroom by the hand and ran her hands under his shirt, sliding it off with ease. She moved her hands down to his trousers and undid the button then pulled down the zipper, letting his pants fall to his ankles. She slid her hand into the back of his boxers, gliding them down his hips to join his pants. He stepped out of the pool of clothes and turned his attention to Jessica. He took a few steps closer to her, backing her up against the door.
"My turn."
Ivan lowered his lips to Jessica's, setting his hands on her shoulders. Jessica began moving her mouth against his at a fast pace, while Ivan moved his hands from her shoulders, to her breasts, then to her hips. He slid his hands under her shirt and lifted it over her head. He moved his hands to the front of her jeans and unbuttoned the front, then moved to the zipper; sliding his hands into her jeans he put his hands on her hips. He kneeled in front of her and dragged them down her legs until she was left in only her bralette and sheer underwear, which she ripped off and threw to the side.
She stepped into the bath, never breaking eye contact, laying down and beckoning Ivan over with her finger. Ivan quickly took his place beside her in the tub.
He sat in front of her, laying his head back on her shoulder.
'This is going to be a good week,' they thought simultaneously.
