Hi again all, well I finally got to continue this story - let me apologise for the long long long wait!!! But I hope that you will enjoy this chapter – even though I have let it go into some more adult contents. Hope you will forgive me!!! And thank you so very much to Shakayla for beta'ing on this story!!!! Love you to death for it!!!!

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Wedding Bells and Honeymoon Jitters

So...I am no longer known as Lady Clarisse Gerard. No, for the past two weeks I have been referred to as Clarisse Gerard Renaldi, Crown Princess of Genovia. Rupert and I have just started on the last week on our honeymoon. Thus far I have experienced so many new things. I have learned much about what being a wife and Crown Princess will mean for me.

The wedding was perfect, even though the Queen had arranged most of it. I had been insistent when she also wanted a say regarding my dress. But due to my stubbornness in this matter, I got the dress I wanted. It was a beautiful dress with a lace and silk bodice. There were small, very light pink roses placed strategically on the bodice with a taffeta skirt. My veil was the piece used by the Renaldi line for hundreds of years with the tradition of a new piece added at each wedding. It was a beautiful tradition that I was honoured to be a part of.

The King asked me if I would wear some of the crown jewels; but I wanted to wear my mother's earrings and necklace. Fortunately, he was more understanding than the Queen, so he asked to see them and had a tiara made for me, in the same style - it was simply beautiful. I look forward to the day that I can hopefully pass it on to my daughter or granddaughter.

When my father saw me, there were tears in his eyes; but I didn't say anything because I knew he was trying to hide them. "My little Clarisse; you look so grown up," he said softly.

"Thank you, Papa," I answered just as softly

His large hand cupped my cheek while his thumb gently brushed it, "I know this is something we, your mother and I, chose for you; but I realize now how much this will change your life. I must ask you; do you really want to do this?" A single tear broke free and flowed slowly down his cheek at his words.

I could feel the doubt and worry spread in my body. Was this really what I wanted? Did I really want to marry Rupert? I have so many dreams and ideas that I wanted to experience. Would I still be able to do any of them? All of these questions kept running through my head.

I suddenly heard my father's voice again, "Clarisse. Clarisse, my darling, are you alright?" He could not hide the worry in his voice.

"Nothing papa, nothing at all; I was just trying to picture my life after this wedding. I was searching for an answer to your question; and yes, yes this is something I want to do!" I answered very determined.

My father cupped my cheek once again and looked me in the eyes, "You do know everything that this role and title implies? He asked more than concerned.

"Yes papa, Rupert told me everything!" I smiled in answer to his question

"Rupert? He told you? So he was the one…oh my dear daughter, I just hope you are sure!" He pressed his lips to my forehead. I was a little confused by his statement. Before I could ask him about it though, he spoke again, "I'll leave you to gather your thoughts for a little while. I'll be back to lead you to the altar!" He smiled and closed the door.

A short ten minutes later, he was walking me down the aisle. When the doors to the church opened, I could see Rupert standing at the other end waiting for me. He was in full dress uniform; the traditional uniform for the Genovian royal guard. The wedding arch started and my father and I made our way down the aisle. I kept eye contact with Rupert all the way and the closer I got the more obvious it became to me; how touched he was by this moment. I started feeling guilty for not feeling it as strongly as he. I could see tears in his eyes; his smile broadened the closer I got to the altar. We stopped right in front of Rupert; my father kissed me on both cheeks and quickly kneeled. He turned to Rupert, gave him my hand and kneeled again as he had been instructed. He then walked over and took his place besides my mother. Rupert and I continued towards the altar taking the final four steps. We ascended the steps and turned to our left to kneel before the King and Queen. We then rose again and walked hand in hand until we were seated on the two stoles.

Rupert leaned towards me, "Do you know how beautiful you look?" He whispered

"Yes I do!" I whispered in an effort humour him. It worked.

"Feeling confident today are we?" He subtly laughed. I nodded and smiled.

He continued, "What if I tell you that there are at least two million people following your every step right now; and about 267 women hoping that you will fall flat on your face or that either you or I say no!" I stiffened with huge eyes; and he just smiled back at me.

I admired the beautiful church as the ceremony began. Under the hymns, we small talked; holding hands all the way through. I was feeling more and more nervous. I think that Rupert could feel it; because he kept telling me that it would be alright. The priest then motioned for us to stand. We made our way over to the altar to start the marriage ritual. Within minutes we were officially husband and wife.

The priest smiled and said to Rupert, "You may now kiss the bride!"

A huge smile spread across both our lips as Rupert cupped my face in his hands and brought his lips down on mine. I found it difficult to kiss while smiling; but somehow we managed to share a very romantic kiss that was just perfect. When we turned to walk out, however, I caught the Queen's face in the corner of my eye and she didn't look pleased. We continued back down the aisle with smiles on our faces and out of the church where we were met by thousands of people waving with hands and flags. We stood out on the stairs in front of the church and waved back to all the people as we waited for the carriage to come and take us through the city and up to the palace for the reception.

While we waited, Rupert suddenly kissed me. It created a small shock; but I noticed the joy it brought to the crowd, I follow his lead and leaned into the kiss. It was a short kiss as I saw no need to bring all of Genovia into our marriage more than necessary, some things should remain private.

During the carriage ride around town, we waved at the thousands and thousands of people, while at the same time we tried to make it something special just for us. We did this by holding hands and talking about what we saw along the way. One hour later, we arrived at the palace, tired and hungry. We were met first thing by the Queen's aide, Karen who advised us that the Queen wanted to see us before we attended the reception.

I looked at Rupert with disturbing thoughts running through my head, "She wants to talk to us now!?" I whispered.

"Karen, do you have any idea what she wants?" Rupert asked her. She just shook her head no.

"Rupert, she can't annul the marriage can she?" I asked, somewhat frightened

"No. No she can't. She has a lot of power but not that kind of power. Besides, I won't let her do anything. I'll abdicate if she pulls a trick; so don't worry about that my dear!" He answered back softly and kissed the tip of my nose.

We walked up to her office and entered at her instruction to come in. She was standing with her back to the door and turned as soon as she heard the door close. "What do you think you two were doing? I've been planning the most fantastic wedding of the century and neither of you even noticed anything inside the church. You were talking with each other the entire time and holding hands. And that kiss was totally inappropriate; it was to long and too personal! I never want to see anything like that from you two ever again. Understood?" She hissed the last out.

Rupert's eyes showed anger and I could feel him tightening his grip on my hand. His breathing got heavy, "No mother, not understood! We do this how we want to do this - not how it has been done in Genovia for the past 500 years. We did enjoy the wedding. Thank you mother for planning it; but the rest is all about how we want it. Is that clear? Now, if you will excuse us, we have guests waiting!"

Rupert turned around still holding my hand. I felt like I should say something; but then decided that enough had been said. Besides, Rupert had thanked her for all of her work; so I followed him out the door.

Just outside the door he turned to me, "Clarisse, will you still be with me if I decide not to accept the throne?" He took both of my hands in his.

"Yes Rupert, of course I will. I just promised you till death do us part and I intend to honour that promise! But I know that this is what you want - to rule our beloved Genovia!" I said

"Yes that is one of the things I want, but not on the expense of my wife!" He smiled and let go of my hands only to grab my face and kiss me. This time I let him deepen the kiss; I could taste the vine he sipped before entering the church. I could smell his cologne and feel every curve and shape of his lips and body.

We parted slowly as neither of us wanted to end the kiss; but knew we had to. "I love that I can call you my wife - you are mine, all mine! So my dear wife we have guests that await our arrival. Shall we go?" He extended his arm to me and I took it with a smile on my lips.

We finally got to leave the wedding party at one in the morning. We ran up to our room and quickly changed. My ladies maids were waiting for me in my dressing room; but I excused them with my thanks. I decided that I would finish faster by myself. I was right and I was done in record time.

My quick appearance shocked Rupert, "Oh my darling, done already? I didn't think you would be finished so quickly. What did you do allow your maids to rip the dress off of you? He joked while checking his pockets for something.

"No. I just thought that I would finish faster by myself; and, voila, I did. I must admit, though, the dressing room is a mess! Should I go pick it up before we leave?" I suddenly asked a little concerned. I was mostly worried about my wedding dress just lying there on the floor like a pool of silk.

"No, darling the maids will handle that. Let's just get going. I can't wait to be all alone with you!" He said with a hint of desire in his voice. He smiled brightly when he obviously found what he had been looking for. He hastened over and grabbed my hand almost pulling me towards the door.

He stopped right before opening the door and took one step back to look at me, "Why are you wearing that outfit?" He questioned

"Why? What do you mean?" I said while uncomfortably running my hands down the chocolate brown jacket to the cream coloured skirt with the chocolate brown edging.

"Yes why?" He repeated.

"Uh…… oh…….because I liked it. I know you told me that I could have anything that I wanted. I saw this outfit in the closet when I first came here and I didn't want to wear it until I found the right occasion; and I thought that it was just perfect for now!" I answered sadly.

"You really like it?" He asked with questioning eyes. I nodded.

"I picked that outfit out for you, I thought that it would fit your skin colour perfect and hug your body all the right places; and, I must say, it definitely does! I thought you didn't like it since you never wore it." He smiled

"Oh Rupert I love it. It was the prettiest of all those in the closet! You really picked it out?" I tilted my head towards him and he nodded with a boyish grin on his face. I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. I could feel his hands on my sides at first but they quickly started to wander. When his hands reached my rear, I could truly feel his body responding. It shocked me a little, so I pulled back slowly as to not let him sense my fear. I was more than a little surprised that I had an effect on him like that.

"Let me buy you more clothes if I get this kind of thank you every time! Now let us go so we can finish what this kiss started!" He winked at me and I started to blush.

On our way out to the waiting limousine, we were showered with rice. People were shouting their happy wishes for us. I threw my bridal bouquet and we practically jumped into the back of the car to avoid too much of the rice following inside.

When the door closed, my bodyguard, Joseph and Rupert's guard, Eric provided our escort to the airport. They were riding up front. Eric turned around, "Your highnesses, we will have to wait a few minutes before leaving. Your families want to give you a true wedding parting; they are, right now, decorating the car with all that entails!" He informed us.

"Thank you Eric. If that is all, we would like the partition up. Thank you." Rupert said softly while staring at me.

"Of course your Highness, and congratulations!" Joseph said as he pushed the button to raise the privacy screen.

The moment it was fully closed, Rupert's lips were on mine. He had one arm around my shoulders and the other around my waist. My arms were around him as well. I was doing the best I could; mostly I was trying to interpret all of these new feelings. Suddenly I felt the car start moving; my husband's hand continued to move as they were running down my thigh, over my knee to stop and go back the same way. On the return trip, his hand slid under my skirt. I broke the kiss; and he stopped his actions and looked at me a little confused, "What's wrong, Clarisse?" He asked.

"Oh nothing is wrong, darling, it's just that this is all so new and it's moving so fast!" I answered.

"Sorry darling, I didn't mean to push you; it's just because it's been over a year since you and I first met and I've been fighting my desires for so long to not touch you. Now when I finally can, I forget to ask for your permission!" He apologised.

"Can we just sit here, relax and talk a little?" I looked up at him.

"Of course, I'll sit on my hands if I have to!"

"No need for that, Rupert; but I would like you to tell me why you said that 267 women wouldn't want us to marry?"

"Because that was the number of families my parents chose between when I was born. They felt they needed to secure the Renaldi family line. My parents chose your family. When I found out how many they had been through, I investigated, just for fun, and learned that every single family besides yours had a baby girl as their first child!" He offered.

"Are you disappointed? Why are you telling me all of this?" I questioned.

"Not at all my love not at all. Don't take it the wrong way - I couldn't be happier!" He said. His information having been shared, he forgot about our deal to just sit and relax, and began kissing and touching me again. I really didn't mind it; he was a great kisser. When he deepened the kiss, nothing mattered any more. His hand was on my hip, massaging it lightly. I could feel a special warmth creeping up through my body. All I wanted was for this car ride to never end; but as soon as I had that thought, we heard Joseph's voice over the speaker telling us that we were at the airport.

We made sure that we looked presentable before we exited the car. Again hundreds of reporters and photographers were present; but we were hurried into the plane. I was very thankful for that; I didn't have the energy to answer anymore questions. We turned and waved at the top of the staircase and went inside. We were seated and advised that we would be taking off within the next twenty minutes. We thanked the flight attendant and she left us alone. Rupert put his arms around me, "Darling let me show you around on this plane before we take off; because then you won't have time to see it!" He said as he winked at me and placed a tender kiss on my neck.

Rupert showed me everything in the plane; the sitting area, the conference room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and the bedrooms. The final room he showed me was a bedroom - ours for the night. It was beautiful. It looked like a real bedroom not something you would expect to find on a plane. It was decorated in cream, nougat and gold colours with light pink roses everywhere possible.

"Do you like it darling?" Rupert asked.

"Do I? It's beautiful. Don't tell me you decorated it!" I questioned him.

"No I didn't. It is just a copy of our bedroom at the palace once we get back. It's being redecorated while we are away, so it's going to look just like this! He told me.

"It is truly beautiful. But why redecorate the room we are going to live in? I remember that during one of my many lessons with your mother, I read something about a full renovation of the entire palace not so many years ago!" I turned in his arms and tilted my head.

"It is my father's wedding gift to us. We better take our seats so we can take off. I want to return here as fast as possible!" He said while letting his hands run up and down my body. He leaned in for a kiss and our lips locked in a passionate kiss for several minutes before taking our seats.

About a half hour after takeoff, we could loosen our seatbelts and move around freely. I had only just taken my seatbelt off before Rupert pulled me up and lightly dragged me towards the bedroom.

"Rupert - relax! Please my shoes won't follow your pace!" I laughed

"I'm sorry Clarisse. I just can't wait to be alone, all alone with you!" He almost moaned.

"But I thought we would wait until we arrived at our hotel!" I said with hope.

"Uh ……oh we can wait! No problem my dear. If you want to…wait, then that's what we'll do!" He said with difficulty.

"But I am very tired!" I admitted.

"Then come let's go lie down!" Rupert offered very quickly.

I looked at him with a hint of disbelief and he quickly tried to defend himself "No. No, I really mean, let's go lie down!" He explained; but his building desire was easy to trace even for an inexperienced young woman.

But despite his growing desire, the minute his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep. I spent the next twenty minutes just looking at my husband. Yes - my husband, it was actually nice to be able to call him that. Being able to lie here and study him like this is a privilege. It gives me a chance to get everything in order inside my head. I find him extremely attractive with his dark features and blinding smile; his muscular body, his green eyes and….yes everything about him. I know that I, at some point, will be intimate with him, however, it is the middle of the night and we are both dead tired. I continued to study his face while he slept and finally drifted into a peaceful sleep myself sometime later.

I don't remember too much after that other than waking to Rupert's lips and hands. He was kissing me and I was responding with just the same fire as he. His hands were everywhere on me. I could feel his right hand working on the buttons of my jacket. I put my hand on top of his to stop his actions; but he took it as a sign that I wanted to hold his hand. So I tried another tactic instead. I turned my head slightly, "Mmmhh….. Rupert, wait – wait! I thought we agreed about waiting!" I said breathlessly.

"I know Clarisse, I know; but I don't think I can!" He breathed

"Rupert, I'm scared!" I admitted

"Scared darling - of what?" He asked affectionately.

"Of all of this - I've never been with anyone before. I mean intimately. You are the first man I've ever kissed! I don't know what to do. I get scared when my body reacts to your caress!" I admit as I sit up and look away.

Rupert sat up beside me and ran his hand up and down my back, "Will you let me lead you? Let me love you? I promise you that I'll stop if you say so!" He looked me in the eye seeking my permission to continue. I answered him with a nod.

He pulled me down slowly onto the bed and leaned in and kissed me. They were feather light kisses placed on my lips. I suddenly felt my arms instinctively reach up and place themselves around his neck. He responded by deepening the kiss. I felt his tongue pressing lightly and licking on my lips. Somehow I knew he wanted me to open my mouth. I could feel our tongues dance an unfamiliar dance. It made my body float on a cloud of warmth and good feelings.

Rupert moved his hand in sync with our kisses and loosened the buttons one by one, opening my jacket up to reveal a cream coloured silk top. He let his hand move under my jacket from my belly and up over my breast to my shoulder and pushed the jacket off. His hand then returned to my breast.

When he cupped my breast, he broke the kiss and looked at me and smiled, "Darling, no bra! What a pleasant surprise!" His voice sounded somewhat darker than before.

"A surprise? What….I……I just didn't think it was necessary with the top. I'm glad you agree and I'm very glad you like it!" I was still very nervous about all of this, but so far he seemed to be pleased with me…and I knew that made me happy.

"Like it! I love it! I was secretly hoping you weren't wearing one. You certainly don't need one as your breasts are perfect, my love." His hand rose slightly to gently brush against my now sensitive breasts. "Clarisse you are more than beautiful!" He said and placed his lips upon mine once more.

Before I had a chance to say anything further, his hand continued its journey down my body. It created a pleasurable sensation that brought out from me, almost as on cue, a small sound that I have never made before. Seconds later, however, I repeated the same sound as his hand reached the hem of my skirt and moved beneath it and started a heated trail back up my thigh towards my centre. Just the thought of him touching me there was somewhat frightening, but exciting at the same time. I had confessed my naivety to one of my sister-in-laws just after my engagement, asking her for some advice on this part of marriage. Although she had briefly touched on this subject, I must admit that I was still a little scared. My curiosity, however, was now outweighing my fear. Rupert was being very gentle and I didn't even realize that his fingertips now rested lightly against my panty line. Just as I begin to anticipate his touch, he quickly removed his hand from under my skirt and sat up. His hands immediately go to the fastening of my skirt and begins undoing the small buttons that hold it in place over my lower body.

"Rupert, stop! Just wait for one second!" I exclaimed all out of breath

"What darling?" He asked me; his breath coming at a faster rate as well.

"You are moving too fast. It's all very sudden, I don't know about any of this!" I said sitting up myself wrapping my arms around my now bare knees.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry. It's just because you are so beautiful, I have waited so long to be able to call you mine. We've been away on vacation together; which, may I add, had the entire country and my mother believing that we were already being intimate. I found that I could think that it was only hopeful thinking on my part that we had shared such a moment already. Ever since we first shared a kiss, I have had to resort to taking long, cold showers to get through a day. I was able to hold on though as I told myself that each day brought me one step closer to the wedding. Every night when I went to bed, I was almost shaking from the thought of touching you, kissing you, making love to you. I trembled especially when I thought of making love to you tonight. If you will let me, I'll make sure that your first time will be a fond memory!" He heartily said.

I looked at him very intently and could see, in his eyes that he meant what he had just said with all of heart and soul. I could also see that this was true even if his mind was a little clouded from his noticeable desire. My eyes lowered to avoid his smouldering gaze and noted that his desire was very evident in his body as well as his eyes. I became embarrassed that I couldn't seem to remove my focus from his lower half; but enjoyed the fact that I knew his hard to cover desire was solely for me.

I nodded quickly to give my consent and turned so my back was to him. I could feel him coming closer and felt his hands on my shoulders. His mouth was warm against me as he began pressing light kisses to my temple. As he leaned in to kiss my cheek, I could feel his erection pressing into my side. I immediately felt a blush cover my cheeks, I didn't know what to do with myself, and was very glad that Rupert was taking the lead in this matter.

He tilted my head backwards to kiss me fully on the lips and pressed gently on my shoulder, indicating that I should lie down. I did what he asked and he quickly moved in beside me. Again, I could feel the physical evidence of his desire. Before I could adjust to the feel of him next to me, he abruptly stood. He continued to stand there simply staring at me. Without a spoken word, he removed his clothing quickly. The abruptness of his actions startled me for a moment; but then I saw him standing there, completely unclothed, a beautiful specimen of the male body. He didn't speak, but his gaze seemed to be silently asking me to remove my remaining clothing. To his surprise; and perhaps a bit to my own, I complied. Although it took me a few moments more, I removed my top and the lace panties and returned to my former position on the bed. In a flash, his body was next to mine, a look of wonder on his face as he gazed at my nude form,

"What are you doing my darling?" he asked wide eyed.

"I thought this was what you wanted!" I quivered, feeling the tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Oh darling it was, it was! Please don't misunderstand me. Seeing you taking off your clothes almost sent me over the edge!" He paused to catch his breath in an effort to control his body, "and it's not so much about what I want; it's not even about what you want. Tonight is about what we want, together!" He flashed me one of his smiles that made me relax completely

He leaned into kiss me, and we shared a kiss that lit a fire in my body. I could feel the urge to do something, but I didn't know what it was. What should I do? Should I just do as my sister in-law had told me, 'lay flat on your back and spread your legs…he'll know what to do.' No. As Rupert said, this was about us together, I'm sure he'll guide me. I had only just finished that thought when he moved above me and started kissing and licking his way down my body. His mouth turned its attention to my breasts. His kisses were hot and wet on my skin leaving a burning trail wherever it had been. He continued sucking and nipping on one breast, while his hand was massaging the other. He then alternated sides to give attention to the other breast. Then I felt his knee pressing down between my legs. As soon as I had let one leg between, his other followed. I sharply inhaled when I could feel his hard-on pressing on my thigh. I drew my head back and looked him in the eyes.

"Rupert I'm not sure what to do," I whispered.

"Don't worry; darling, just do what you feel like. Kiss me if you want, hold me, or let me make this pleasurable for the both of us. If there's something you don't want just say so and I'll stop." He answered caringly.

I think I nodded and again felt his lips and tongue on my body; this time on a journey downwards. A kiss was placed over my navel and then he continued down. My eyes flew open when I felt his tongue come in contact with my centre. A mix of warm feelings and confusion rose up through my body. I started moving away to break the contact; and when that was accomplished Rupert's eyes met mine. "Rupert, I….I…..I can't do…." I tried

"Clarisse, do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"I don't know!" Tears started to flow

"Do you want to go through with this? Do you just want to get it over with? Or would you rather I just leave you alone?" He asked.

"Oh Rupert, I'm so sorry. It is just so new, I don't know what to do. I don't know what all this is; there are so many new feelings. I really want to give myself to you; but you touching me…uhm, there, I just don't know!" I said

"I completely understand, my dear; but please let me help you through this and just enjoy. Let yourself loose, let your body speak, let it lead you to what you feel like doing, both giving and receiving!" He offered.

I nodded and he continued what he had been doing and I tried to relax. The more I relaxed into his touch the more the feelings washed over me like a flood. My head felt like it was spinning each time his tongue flexed over my aroused rosebud; and when he slipped his finger in my entrance, I felt as if I was exploding and a soft moan escaped my lips. I didn't even notice that Rupert was looking down at me smiling. When I finally noticed, I blushed a little. He placed his lips over mine. I could feel more of his weight settling over me and I could feel his member pressing even further into my softness. His kiss was hot, gentle and extremely pleasurable. Involuntarily, my hands went to his head and ruffled his hair while answering to his kiss. I must have done it well; because Rupert started moaning. I felt him pressing at my entrance and I spread my legs a little more as he began to enter with ease at my opening. Then I panicked. My sister in-law had told me about the pain: the blood and the awful feeling I would have when the man just continued pleasuring himself.

Sensing my fear, Rupert broke the kiss and looked at me, "Do you want me to stop? Just tell me."

"I'm just scared!" I admitted and smiled nervously

"Don't be. I'll be gentle!" He smiled back

He kept eye contact as he pulled back a little and slowly pressed forward again. He continued this for a little while, each time with a little more pressure and entering a little deeper. Suddenly I felt something trickling down my buttocks; but I didn't pay anymore attention to it. I enjoyed this moment, and thanked God that I had married a gentle and loving man. I felt him withdraw and he lay down beside me and nuzzled my hair. I looked up in search of his eyes, I found them looking down at me, smiling, "Darling, I sure hope this was what you wanted to experience your first time." He whispered

"It was so much more than that. I had been told about pain, blood, and marital monsters." I answered back in a whisper.

"Never darling; I would never hurt you! But I don't think that we can say that there's no blood!" He said as he lifted the sheet a little.

I got red-faced from embarrassment, and I could feel the tears pressing to fall. Rupert lifted my face back up to level with his own eyes, "Don't think anything of it darling. It is very natural for the first time. I can promise you that it won't happen the next time!" He smiled at me.

"I'm just so embarrassed; I'll go clean up and strip down the bed and…!" I rambled on and on.

"Clarisse relax, all the maids and servants know about discretion." He explained.

"But what about the maid that takes care of this? I can never look her in the eyes again!"

"You won't even know who took care of it; so don't worry. Let's follow your first idea and go clean up and then my idea will be for us to get something to eat!" He said, smiling.

I just nodded; and in a flash, my husband was at his feet and on my side of the bed stretching out his hand towards me. Again I got embarrassed because there he was…naked and still clearly aroused. I couldn't take my eyes away from his lower body while rising.

"Don't worry darling, I promise you it's all yours!" He whispered, leaning in.

It did get better and better as Rupert promised me it would be. Now we are at the final week of our honeymoon and I can honestly say that he's kept his word…he said it would be all mine and it has been! I would love to see my mother-in-law's face if she knew how good we are together. We talk, smile, laugh, sleep and make love together like married people should do. I think she would hate it. We have also talked about what we want to concentrate on as a couple once we get home; and we both have Genovian children on our wish list, so that is going to be our main focus once back home, but for now we'll concentrate on each other.

Thank you so much for reading this far! Please leave a word or two for me in the review.