First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however, I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any time soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different from how my last stories flow.
Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.
Thirdly, there are 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two outtakes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile I will try to upload as often as I can. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.
Last but not least. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in a matter of days.
"Welcome to the Serenity Resort, how can I help you?" the very eager desk clerk asked as his eyes roamed all over Bella's body.
We had only been in the resort for less than 5 minutes and some asshole was looking at my wife like she was available. I bit back the little crack I was dying to make after I watched his expression go from hopeful to well-rehearsed as Bella proceeded to give him our check-in details, announcing herself as Mrs. Whitlock; smiling as the sound fell from her lips. Other than the sound of Junior's little babbles and laughs that had to be the best thing I had ever heard. Rather I let my face show exactly what I was feeling as the smile grew and the slight disdain from the desk clerk grew in his eyes.
I didn't give a shit I wanted the room card and the number so we could start our belated honeymoon. The wedding had been nearly three weeks ago and in that time I think we were able to spend maybe two or three hours together without any interruptions and friends asking for details about how everything was planned. Renee and momma practically dragged Bella away every chance they got to go through things that she had set up, including the whole cameras at the table's thing. It was only after Renee and Charlie finally left to return to Forks after prolonging their stay, were we able to get away for this time together. Momma and Pa were looking after the little man while I and his momma started our married life together.
The ding of the desk bell brought me back to where I was and where I was about to be walking into. Bella didn't know any of the details about the actual honeymoon only that our destination was a very small island in the Caribbean. The only thing that was built here was the actual resort and you could only gain access to the island through boating it over here. We followed the bellhop to the elevator; my arms never leaving Bella's side as the doors closed with a final look towards the dumbass at the desk that was checking out her ass.
If it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to get her to the room and ravish her entire body from head to toe I'd have gone back and knocked that look off his face. The added bonus was that Bella seemed to rub her very delicious ass against my now growing erection; whether it was deliberate or not I didn't care as long as I got to take her soon I was a happy man.
It seemed to be taking for fucking ever to reach our floor, and I was constantly glancing at Bella's face as she watched the numbers slowly rise towards the little penthouse symbol that we would find our home for the next week. Whether we actually left the room was going to be another thing we would have to figure out later; I was all for staying in but I would leave that little choice up to her.
Having only the basic knowledge of what was going to be in the room once we entered it, really didn't give me much of a heads up when I booked the room. While I thought that the penthouse would be the top floor it didn't quite make sense of needed only a card for the elevator; well that was until I realized that once the door opened we were in the actual penthouse itself. It was fucking huge, and held every conceivable device needed to gain complete and utter contentment without actually being in Bella's body.
The main room was beautiful I guess; it held everything that we would need, like table chairs and lounges. If Alice was here she probably would have listed who the furniture was made by and what influenced the collection it was obviously from. I entered the room somewhat in a daze at the whole layout of the suit I guess you could call it. It was far better than what I had been expecting. I didn't care though if Bella was happy then so was I.
Tipping the bellhop I went in search of my bride and wife; finding her in the bathroom staring at the huge Jacuzzi set in the middle of the room. Images of Bella naked, of her riding me while we were shoulders deep in the water flow through my mind as my eyes went from her to the tub itself. What I wouldn't do for one of those that size in the house back home. It was giving me ideas of what we could do with the en-suit back home.
Wrapping my arms around Bella's waist my head resting on her shoulder as she finished examining the tub and making our way back into the main room I eyed the rather large four-poster bed that was tormenting me right at that second. I mean who wouldn't be entertaining thoughts of what they could do with their wife or girlfriend with something like that to us as part of the fun? Just the thought of what could happen made my erection harder to an almost painful moment until I could further those thoughts the sound of the bell and the little icon was no longer showing above the doors I turned her around and attacked her soft lips.
Shocked at first I was able to count to 1 and a half before she responded with just as much enthusiasm as I had. What started out like two teenagers making out before her daddy found us, turned into something more as we continued speaking with only our lips. Soft moans dripping from her mouth as the time when by I had to rein myself in or it would definitely not be my best performance. And fucking trust me on this, no man wants their honeymoon night to be anything but their best.
Reluctantly she pulled away for air, I had to sometimes wish we were some sort of supernatural being not needing air and shit like that. But now wasn't the time to think about what shit will never happen. Slowly I made my way towards the soft spot behind her ear knowing the moans were going to get louder, and her body breaking out with little goosebumps all over. I fucking loved that spot and had made it my personal mission to make sure that it received the right attention every fucking night we were together.
After the first graze of my mouth met that soft and ever fucking delectable skin I was greeted with not only the normal bodily reaction from my wife but the sudden tug of my hair. It was like she was losing herself to the fact of what we were doing. I fucking loved it; I never wanted to stop if this was going to happen. I think I moaned at this new playfulness that had made its presence known. Her panting drove me on, as I reached for her zipper holding that dress together; only to be met with the feeling of fabric and nothing else. I stopped, fucking stumped by this piece of material that was hiding her body from me, growling at the maker of this dress and whoever thought it was the right thing for her to wear.
"Side." She giggled before raising her arm, showing that little metal contraption that had eluded me moments before.
I wasn't sure who actually undid the zipper or ripped the middle of my t-shirt open but I knew she had undone the button and zipper of my shorts and her panties were removed with the help of my teeth. I can't even tell you how we made it to the bed at one point. We were lost in the actual feel of one another as I gently caressed her soft skin, while her lips met with the plane of my chest; her fingers skimming up and down, just missing the head of my cock.
Our tongues not fighting for dominance, it was shared and the give and take were flawless. I had her lying down on the bed, completely exposed to me and her trust in me was fucking mind-blowing. After she had had Junior she wouldn't let me see her for a few weeks. I understood that she needed to get used to her new body but I missed seeing that perfect woman laid out in front of me. It took a little while for her to realize that I loved her regardless of what she may have looked like. She was fucking perfect to me.
"Jazz where did you go?" she asked looking down at me while I realized that I had stopped, I smiled at the woman I was now calling my wife for the rest of our lives.
"Just thinking how fucking lucky I am now that I've got you forever," I whispered in her ear as I once more kissed the soft spot behind her ear.
She moaned at my attention but I could also feel the love she had for me. I may not be an empath, but Bella always showed and made you feel how she felt about you. Don't know how she did it, but it was a part of her.
What started out as raw and unbridled ecstasy of being lost in each other, turned into a passion and gentle caresses. Her soft skin broke into little bumps where my fingers had traveled down her fucking beautiful and very naked body. Her whimpers driving me, wanting to devour her body but at the same time to worship it as it should be. My attention was drawn to her hands as they began to explore her own skin, something that always took me by surprise but at the same time made me envious of those small appendages.
I watched as one of her hands moved across her collarbone while the other began its journey down between the valley of her breasts, making a soft detour at each breast to gently stroke her nipples till they too were standing on edge. I was so fucking lost in the image of what was playing out before me that I almost forgot to stop her before she got to that sweet spot between her legs. As it was she was palming herself, trying to create some sort of friction without penetrating herself. Taking her hand and placing it above her head I began to pay homage to the woman lying underneath me, from her soft lips; to her neck; collarbones; breasts, and stomach. By the time I reached her lower abdomen, she was withering underneath me. I fucking loved seeing her like that; it was by far the best view of her that I would never tire of seeing till the day I was dragged away from her.
Gently kissing her bare pussy I traced my finger up and down her lips; earning me a moan and growl at the same time. That noise was by far the most amazing sound I would ever hear, and one that I would do just about anything to hear it's uttering from her lips. Without further prompting from my lovely wife I gently slipped my tongue between her folds tasting her sweet juices.
It would seem that I had found my way to create that sound repeatedly.
Sharing the attention between my tongue circling around her clit, and my fingers gently probing her I felt the tell-tale flutters of her walls; telling me in no certain terms that she was close. She groaned as I stopped my movements, and while I knew it was cruel I desperately needed to be inside her while she let go of her every fiber of being. It was something that I loved to see her face while she lost control. The beauty of her no lost on someone like me. Within seconds she was clamping down on me, making it extremely hard for me to not lose my shit right then and there. As I began to move within her I heard her soft voice asking for more but pleading for me to control myself. It was a complete contradiction of everything she was and I fucking loved it. While she may be calm cool and collected outside the bedroom; here in this room she let go of herself and was just in the moment.
As we continued to explore our connection with one another I knew I would not be letting her out of the room for any period of time. She was mine and I was not going to share her unless it was abso-fucking-lutely necessary. That was why places like this had room service, maid, and were pretty much on our beck and call throughout our time in the resort. I didn't care what they had available for tourist attractions, and I had to feel a slight wave of guilt that the girls had given her so many bikinis and panty/bra sets, but it fell before I could have the chance of letting that emotion sink in.
At coming to this conclusion I peppered her face with soft and apparently spiky whiskers, my movements becoming erratic and speeding up. I knew I was close and by the fluttering, I knew she was soon to fall for the second time; my hand tracing her previous trail as I drifted down her soft body once more; my thumb finding its way between our joined bodies. That one move I found we were both watching me entering and pulling out of her body. It brought on her orgasm so strongly that I was sure to follow within seconds.
"Fuck I love you, Bella." I panted in her ear earning a soft giggle that ran through her body and created a feeling that had me ready for round two within seconds as she whispered in my ear
"I fucking love you too Jasper."
