The Wedding Night
"Our luggage is missing?" Maxie shrieked at old man on the other side of the desk.
"Calm down Maximista."
"Mrs. Spinelli, we were told that your baggage will be here tomorrow," the little man explained with a very cockney accent.
"Tomorrow? What good is that? Some honeymoon this is," she muttered stomping her small foot.
"Sir, is there any way you could put a rush on our luggage?"
"I wish I could Mr. Spinelli, but since it's nearly tea time..."
"Tea time? Mister, I don't give a damn…"
"Sir, could we have the key to our suit?"
"Of course Mr. Spinelli. Enjoy your stay here at Langley Castle."
Maxie snatched the skeleton key out of the man's hand and grabbed her husbands arm. Spinelli gave the man an apologetic look before following his wife to their room.
"You would pick the one place in England that had a million stairs," she gasped, leaning against the wall beside their door.
"It's a castle Maximista, what do you expect," he replied. He pulled the old key from her delicate hand, opened the door, and started to walk in.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, grabbing his arm.
"What?" he asked with a perplexed look on his face.
"Me you idiot," she said with a smile. "You know for you to be the most romantic man I know, you can be very forgetful."
"Oh." In one clean swoop he picked his wife up in his arms, carrying her over the threshold. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked down into her smiling blue eyes. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you."
She whispered the words in return, smiling up at her husband. He slowly set her down on the floor and she gave him another quick kiss. "Now you need to go get our luggage, tea time or not," she ordered.
"No, the gentleman told us that it would not be here tonight. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow. The Jackal knows this establishment might not have the type of shampoo you use, but…"
"That's not it," she snapped. She walked away from him, glanced around the room, and threw her arms out dramatically. "This is our honeymoon."
"I am well aware of that." He made his way across the room, took her into his arms with a grin on his face.
"Stop trying to distract me. I need my luggage."
"Maxie..." he was interrupted with she place her small hand over his mouth.
"Damian, I need my trousseau." She shivered slightly when he placed a small opened mouthed kiss on her palm and wrist before pulling her hand from his mouth.
"It's just a nightgown."
"It's not just a nightgown," she cried. Maxie pulled away from him and started pacing. "We decided to wait, that our night together, last July was a one time thing, until we married. Thank God, we had a short engagement," she said, setting down on the small couch at the foot of the bed. "I wanted tonight to be perfect and I had my negligee made just for you and you tell me you don't want to see me in it," she replied with a hurt look on her face.
"No, that's not what the Jackal is saying at all. It's just that I can see you in it tomorrow night. I don't see the big deal. It's not like your going to ask the Jackal to wait until tomorrow night to celebrate our nuptials. Is it?" he asked with dread as he sat down beside her. He knew that if she had her mind set on that then he would drive back to Heathrow Airport himself and demand their luggage.
"Well..." she paused to watch him squirm. She ran her hand down his tie, pulling him to her for another kiss. "I should make you wait…" she trailed off, placing opened mouthed kisses along his neck. "But, this is my wedding night and you only get one wedding night."
Spinelli felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had hoped she would not refuse him, but he knew how stubborn she could be. With a grin, he pulled her lovely mouth back to his. His tongue met hers, stroking her in an experimental way, hoping that the new technique would elicit a response from her. When she moaned into his mouth, Spinelli pulled her closer to him, but stopped when he heard a knock on the door. He regrettably pulled away from her and walked to the door.
"Mr. Spinelli, I'm sorry to disturb you, but my wife would like to speak to yours for a moment." Spinelli gave the old man from the front desk, a hesitant look. "It'll only take a moment. While they're talking, perhaps I could show you around."
Spinelli glanced back and Maxie and then to the little old woman standing behind her husband. He was about to refuse, when Maxie placed her hand on his arm.
Maxie wanted to be angry, but when she saw the older couple standing in front of them, she couldn't. "Damian, it's ok, you go for a walk with Mister?"
"Randall, Clarence and Abigail," Clarence finished for her.
"Of course, take a walk with Mr. Randall and I'll be here when you get back."
"Maximista, are you sure?" At her nod, Spinelli leaned down to give her a kiss before walking out of the room.
"Won't you come in Mrs. Randall?" Maxie stepped back as the older woman came in carrying a box.
"Mrs. Spinelli, there's no need to be so formal, you may call me Abby," she said setting the box on the bed.
"Then you must call me Maxie," she replied with a smile. "I don't mean to be rude, but what was so important that you had to see me tonight of all nights?"
"My husband informed me about your luggage and I wanted to help."
"How?" she asked, coming to sit down on the bed beside the older woman.
"Dear, I know that you must have had something beautiful picked out for your wedding night," she said patting Maxie on her hand.
"Actually I did…" she trailed off with a whimper.
"Dear, don't cry, because I have something your husband will love." Abby opened the box and pulled out the most beautiful negligee Maxie had ever seen. The gown was a soft pink silk, with a lace bodice, and splits on both sides up to the waist. Maxie gently ran her hand over the fine silk. "Try it on."
"You're giving me this to wear tonight?" she asked in disbelief.
"Of course, now go," Abby replied giving her a slight push toward the bathroom.
Maxie quickly changed out of her dress suit and pulled the smooth silk over her body. She stood in front of the mirror and smiled. The gown was a perfect fit. The lace bodice was just low enough to entice her husband with the slight swell of her breast and the splits on both sides were clean up to her hips. The back of the gown was something else all together; it was nonexistent, cut into a deep V coming to a point at her rear.
"Do you like it dear?" Abby asked from the other side of the door. She smiled when Maxie opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room. "You look lovely."
"It's perfect, but I'm not sure…"
"Of course you can. Honey I've been married for 50 years and I can tell you, that my Clarence loved it. Dear, I just want to do something nice for you two. You know, Clarence and I were a lot like the two of you when we were your age. We met right after the Second World War and he was not my type at all, I had been dating those broad shouldered soldiers and he was just a scrawny pilot, but he was the sweetest man I had ever met."
Maxie smiled at the older woman and felt like she was seeing her future self. "I know exactly what you mean. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes, now let's add the icing to the cake." Abby pulled the matching robe out and helped Maxie into it. "Your young man will surly die when he sees you in this."
"I'm afraid he will too," she said with a chuckle.
"I should be going. I'm sure Clarence can keep your husband entertained for a few more minutes while you finish getting ready."
"Abby, thank you so much," Maxie replied, giving her a hug.
"You're welcome dear," she said, pulling the door to behind her.
Maxie grabbed her purse, pulled out her purse size Chanel No. 5, and dabbed some on her wrist, between her breast, behind her knees, and behind her ears. Then she touched up her lipstick. She walked over to the mirror in the corner and smiled, but her smile turned into a frown pretty quick. What is she supposed to do now? Should she be lying on the bed when he came in or should she be standing in the center of the room? She continued to glance around the room until her eyes landed on the perfect place. Maxie giggled as she prepared herself for Spinelli's return.
Spinelli was slightly irritated at the old man for keeping him occupied on his wedding night. He smiled as he walked back up to their room. He couldn't believe that he and Maxie were married, that she had agreed to be with him for the rest of their lives. Sure he knew that most marriages didn't last in Port Charles, but theirs was going to be different. He and Maxie were going to be like the old innkeeper and his wife, except they would hopefully have children and grandchildren running around the house.
He opened the door to find the room completely dark except for a few lit candles on the bedside table. "Maximista?" he called as he stepped further into the room.
"Over here," she said in a seductive voice.
He turned around to find her laying on a chase lounge in front of the window. He stood there in awe of her beauty. The moonlight illuminated her small form, making her look like an angel. She had one arm thrown back over her head and the other resting at her side. Spinelli felt desire settle in the pit of his stomach as his eyes roamed over her form, settling on one toned leg, bent at the knee, the gown falling on either side. Words escaped him as he slowly walked toward her.
Maxie's heart pounded in her chest as he stood there looking at her. She could see the passion in his eyes as he approached her. She had never felt more beautiful, more desired, and more cherished than she did in that exact moment. He sat down bedside her, leaning over her to give her a kiss. "I've never seen you look lovelier than you do right now," he mumbled against her lips.
With trembling hands she began to remove his shirt and tie. Once she had him naked from the waist up, she pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled together in an erotic dance. He pulled her to him, molding the top half of their bodies together. His desire increased at the contact, the lace covered tips of her breast gently scratching his bare chest as she moved against him.
He sucked her bottom lip gently into his mouth before ending their passionate kiss. "I still can't believe that I've finally conquered Fair Maximista's heart."
"Well you can conquer my body as well, technically you've already done that once, but that seems like a lifetime ago," she rambled. He raised his hand to face, calming her down, with a gentle caress against her cheek.
"This is a very beautiful garment you have on. Did Mrs. Randall take you to purchase this," he asked, running his other hand up her leg.
"Actually, she brought this to me." Maxie ran her hands over his chest as she told him Abby and Clarence's story. "She said that my young man would die when he saw me and for a minute there I thought you would. I've never known you to be completely speechless. I wasn't sure you were even breathing," she said with a grin.
"The Jackals heart could very well have stopped for a brief second. I was stunned to say the least."
"Oh, let me give you the full effect." She pushed him away, stood up and pulled the robe off. Giving him a coy smile, she turned around to show him her back, looking at him over her shoulder.
Spinelli ran his hand over his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling over his very enticing wife.
"Do you like it?" she asked, turning slightly to the side, giving him a view of the split in the gown.
He nodded. "Take it off." He smirked to himself as she slowly started pulling the gown up. Spinelli stood up and removed his dress pants and boxers, with trembling hands. Even though they had had sex before he still felt nervous. He started to approach her, but she turned her back to him, giving him a wonderful view of her bare rear-end as she bent over to carefully place the gown and robe back in the box. He groaned loudly.
Maxie moved the box to the couch at the end of the bed before moving to the middle of the bed, giving him a come-hither look. "I'm yours to do with as you wish," she said with a bright smile. She let her eyes roam over his body as he moved toward the bed. He was truly stunning. She had not taken to the time to admire his body, that one night back in July, and she had been embarrassed and shocked that day in the warehouse, but nothing was stopping her now.
Spinelli stood beside the bed and gazed down at his fair Maximista. He was truly the luckiest man on the planet. He blushed slightly at her blatant ogling, but his ego swelled at the same time, as well as other things. He stretched out beside her on the massive bed, leaning down to take her already swollen lips in another scorching kiss. His hand moved to her hip, pulling her hips against his as her hands roamed over his muscular back. He experimentally thrust his tongue into her mouth, emulating the act lovemaking.
She moaned against his lips, grinding her pelvis into his. Moving her hand down his body, Maxie took his throbbing member into her delicate hands, stoking the fire that was already burning in his loins. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Spinelli pulled her hands away, holding her dainty wrist in one hand above her head.
She gave a cry of pleasure as he moved over her, taking one swollen, throbbing nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Her body strained against his, seeking release. "Mian," she moaned, writhing beneath him.
His hand moved to the soft downy triangle between her thighs, stroking her with a new found confidence. Her legs fell apart, welcoming his touch, yet hating it at the same time. "I need you Spinelli," she pleaded. His mouth stilled on her stomach, feeling her every breath against his lips. He moved back up her body, releasing her hands, and cradled her face flushed face between his hands. "I love you," he uttered against her lips, before pulling her into another passionate kiss, which she returned with an enthusiasm that match his own.
Her nails scrapped his back as his moved to grip her hips. He pressed himself against her entrance and she quivered.
Finally he entered her, penetrating her body, heart, and soul.
He stilled for a moment, arms trembling, as he held himself up off her delicate frame. Their eyes locked. He moved his pelvis slowly against hers, setting the rhythm for their love. She matched his thrust, hands moving down his back, nails digging into his buttocks, coaxing him, deeper still.
Maxie wasn't sure where his confidence came from. Maybe it was the love he felt for her, maybe it was one of her trashy novels that she caught him reading last week, but she was thankful, not because he was giving her the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced, but because he had given her a sense of peace.
He continued to guide them toward their release. A couple more thrust and they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, bodies sweating, and breaths ragged.
Spinelli collapsed on the bed beside her, trying to catch his breath. He pulled her into his arms.
"Wow," she muttered against his chest.
"My sentiments exactly," he replied, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
"I'm glad we waited."
"The Jackal is glad as well." Spinelli pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes, feeling immensely satisfied.
"Are you going to sleep?" she asked, draping her leg over his.
"That's the plan."
"But I'm not sleepy," she uttered with a yawn. Spinelli chuckled softly as he gently stroked her hair, urging her to give into her much needed rest. Before long, her soft, dainty snore lulled him to sleep as well.
The End
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