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Designed Intent
Chapter 65
Sunday Morning
"Honey? Gleason?" Bobby knelt down and laid a hand on her shoulder. He could not believe he had fallen asleep – on their wedding night! Jesus. "Sweetheart, wake up."
Slowly Gleason roused, opened her eyes and slammed them shut again; the room was bright with sunlight. "What time is it?" she asked with squinting eyes.
"Almost nine, come on, get up."
Gleason sat up and her hands flew to either side of her head. "Oh, my head!"
"What? Are you ok?"
"I need a drink of water."
Bobby retrieved a bottle from the mini-fridge, opened it and handed it to her. Gleason drank heartily. "Oh, that's good." She set the cold bottle against her forehead.
Bobby picked up the now empty champagne bottle. "Honey, you drank all the champagne, that's why you have a headache. You're hung over!" He chuckled.
"It's not funny, Bobby, my head hurts." She sat with her hands over her eyes. A hand moved to her mouth and she mumbled, "I feel sick."
"Come on; let's get you to the bathroom."
Bobby took her by the hand and led her into the enormous bathroom. Gleason let go of his hand, dashed ahead of him and threw up. He stood beside her and held her shoulders. She flushed the toilet and he guided her to the sink. Gleason leaned over it with her eyes shut tight, "Oh, Bobby, I feel awful." She brushed her teeth and then leaned back against him.
Bobby wet a washcloth and wiped her face, "Well, Honey, that's what a whole bottle of champagne will do to you." He had to smile.
"When do we have to leave," she asked miserably.
"Not until after lunch. Come to bed." He took her by the hand again. "Here, lie down. Let me hold you."
Bobby slipped off her robe, shrugged off his and laid beside her on the king size bed, pulling up the sheet. Gleason curled on her side and snuggled against him. Bobby slipped his hand down her front to her place, probing, trying to slip a finger into her nest. "We haven't consummated our marriage yet, you know," he whispered into the back of her neck.
"Because you fell asleep on our wedding night!" she answered.
"We could do it now. Come here, turn over, let me kiss you."
Gleason didn't move, didn't say anything, then, "Bobby, this is going to sound cliché, but . . . I have a headache." She felt him slump against her. He removed his hand, kissed her shoulder, turned over and pulled the cover over them both. They slept.
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Sunday Early Afternoon
"Hey, they gave us a tote bag to carry home all the good stuff," Bobby said as he gathered the erotica from the chest.
"Here, put that stuff in our bag and use the tote bag for the fruit," Gleason answered. Her head still hurt, but not as badly. They had thirty minutes before they checked out.
"Do you want any of this shampoo and stuff?" he called from the bathroom.
"Might as well; grab a couple towels while you're at it."
Bobby laughed, carried the soaps and such from the bathroom, and dumped the lot into their bag.
"You know, we didn't get the breakfast that was part of the package," Gleason observed.
"Well, that is because you were hung over from drinking all the champagne."
"Well, that was because you fell asleep and we didn't even make love on our wedding night. And still haven't," she pouted.
"Well, that is because you were hung over from . . ."
"Oh stop, for God's sake, Bobby!"
He looked at her and his heart exploded with love; he couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you ready, Sweetheart?"
Gleason looked around and said, "All this money and no sex!"
"Well, the day isn't over yet. Let's see if they will cut us a break on some lunch since we didn't use the breakfast. Are you hungry?"
"No, but you can eat mine."
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Late Sunday Afternoon
Gleason's head was still pounding as they climbed the stairs to their apartment. Bobby carried the carpetbag and tote bag while Gleason carried his suit on a hanger. She leaned against the jamb as he unlocked the door. He pushed it open and said with a smile, "Do you want me to carry you over the threshold?"
She looked up at him sardonically and entered the apartment, walking straight to the bedroom. She hung up his suit and lay down on the bed while Bobby set the two bags on the sofa and went into the kitchen.
"Here, take these," Bobby said coming around to her side with two aspirin cupped in his hand and a bottle of water. He held them out to her and she sat up.
"Thank you," she said softly, taking the pills with a swig from the bottle. She handed it back to him and lay back onto the bed, curling up onto her left side.
"Why don't you get undressed and get under the covers?"
"I just want to lay here a bit."
Bobby nodded, pulled her green throw over her then left and returned with the carpetbag. He hung up her suit and shell, put the items from the box of erotica in his night table drawer and tossed the rest of their clothing into the basket in the bottom of the closet, setting the carpetbag inside as well. Bobby went back to the kitchen and put the fruit into the refrigerator, then folded up the tote bag and set it in the coat closet.
He was running down to get the Sunday paper when he met Ted Oelwein, building super and neighbor across the hall, coming up the stairs.
"Bobby! How's things?"
Bobby looked down, ran his hand down the back of his head and looked up with a huge smile, "Gleason and I were married yesterday."
"No shit! Congratulations! She is a wonderful woman, Bobby." Ted stuck out his hand and the men shook.
"Yeah, she is."
"Well, you guys will have to come over and we'll celebrate. What say?"
"That'd be nice, Ted, thanks. Give our best to Becky."
"Will do. Give our best to your wife." The men shared a smile and continued on their ways.
Bobby got the paper and ran back up. He peeked in on Gleason and saw that she was asleep.
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Three hours later, Bobby sat in his chair with a beer reading the paper when Gleason came down the hall. She bore pillow wrinkles on the side of her face and frenzied hair. He didn't hear her as she crossed to him and put a hand on his head.
He looked up and smiled, setting down the paper, "How's my bride feeling?" He reached up for her and she sat on his lap, leaning against his shoulder.
"Better," she said simply.
He smiled and ran his hand over her head, then turned her face towards his and kissed her softly. "I love you."
"I love you more," she replied.
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm starving."
"You should be; you haven't eaten since last night. What do you want? Do you want to go out?"
"We can't afford to go out ever again because of all the money you spent for our wedding night," she pouted.
"I wanted it to be special."
"You fell asleep."
"Well, I'm awake now."
She smiled at him, searching his face, studying the man she would love for the rest of her life. "Yes you are," she said softly.
"So, do you want to go consummate our marriage?"
"Yes, but I need to eat something first."
"Ok, let's see what we have."
Bobby and Gleason each had a bowl of cereal as they had nothing else; the cleaned up the few dishes and then went to bed.
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Gleason went into the bathroom and Bobby went into the bedroom. He thought of how much he loved her as he undressed. He pulled back the sheet and didn't recognize it.
"These are new sheets," he said to her as she entered.
"Yes, I got them for our wedding night. Do you like them?"
"They're pretty, like you," he said, sliding in between the silky sheets. "And they feel good, just like you."
She smiled shyly and finished undressing. He watched the way her slender arms and long legs moved, how her head tilted as she removed the pins from her hair, her hands as they combed through her red mass and twisted it in upon itself. She saw him watching her and their eyes locked.
"Come here," he whispered and lifted the sheet on her side of the bed.
Gleason slipped in and he took her in his arms, molding her into him. They clung to each other as they would forever. Bobby pulled back and looked into her eyes, brushing the hair from her face, "I love you, Gleason. I love you like I never thought anyone could love anyone. You are everything to me; nothing else matters in this life but you. I want you beside me forever. I love you so much."
She looked back at him, heard his words and could not believe this was real. "Bobby, I, I –," she ran her hand down the side of his face, sliding her thumb over his lips. "You are all I will ever have, ever need, ever want. I thank God for you. I will stay by your side for the rest of forever. I love you."
Without realizing it, the lovers shared their own vows.
They kissed tenderly, Bobby's lips moving to her neck, sucking the spot where her heart pumped. He kissed her chest and sucked her breast. Gleason lay back and Bobby's hand moved down her flat, soft stomach to her nest. She opened to him and he prodded gently, not entering, but stroking lightly between her nether lips. His finger moved to her clit and he pressed it softly, rubbing in a circle.
Gleason moaned quietly and Bobby's mouth returned to hers. Her hands went to either side of his head and then moved to his shoulders. Her left hand slid down his arm to his hand and she guided his finger into her slit. She hissed and arched. The heat and wet surrounding his finger inside teased his penis and it jerked in anticipation. Bobby slid his finger in and out, slowly while his tongue danced with hers.
She reached for his cock, its length and girth never failed to surprise her. Slowly, gently, she moved her fist up and then down and he took quick breaths through open lips. "Oh god," he breathed. She fondled his balls in his tight, suede-like sack and Bobby shifted so she could touch every part of him. Her hand reached further and her fingers dragged over the small buttonhole behind his goods. Bobby growled with desire and his finger shoved further up inside her.
"Now, I need to be in you now," he whispered and knelt between her legs. Gleason spread wide and arched her hips up to him. Bobby slipped his right arm under her bottom, pulling her up further and took his dark red penis in his left hand. He rubbed the head against her slit, poking just a bit.
"Fuck me, Bobby, do it now," she whined.
Still holding his dick, he pushed slowly into her, watching her eyes slam shut, hearing her deep growl. He let go of himself and pushed all the way up. Jesus, she is hot and so tight! He fell over her, resting on his forearms, hands going to her head; Gleason bent nearly in half. She gripped him inside and Bobby began to pull out.
"No! Stay inside, just stay," Gleason whispered, digging her fingers into his upper arms.
He obliged and felt her massage his dick from within. She squeezed and released, over and over. Gleason began to move under him and she whispered, "Fuck me."
Bobby's hip moved and his dick slid in and out. He moved slowly at first and then faster and faster, he slammed in and out of her slit until he arched over her and cried out, "Ungh, ungh, un-g-g-gh-h-h!"
Bobby jerked his semen into Gleason as she bucked and grunted under him. His gasps slowed to deep breaths and he felt himself harden again as she squeezed him with her inner muscles and began to move, pulling him as well as gripping him. "Jesus, Gleason."
"Fuck me, make me come again." His dick thickened and hardened with her words and his hips began to move, pumping slowly in and out of her. She is so goddamn wet and hot and tight, he thought.
Gleason could not get enough of him. "Fuck me!" Her fingers dug into his upper arms. "Hard! Do it hard!"
Bobby rolled onto his back and she straddled him. "Oh god!" she breathed as she moved on him. His dick rubbed right over that magical spot this way. Bobby's thumbs spread open her labia and she moaned deeply as she slid back and forth, driving his cock in and out, dragging it over that sweet spot. "Oh, god, god! Baw-!" Gleason pushed on him and came arching back, riding, rubbing on his cock. He grabbed her hips, spread his legs wide and then he exploded inside her. He arched up off the bed growling aloud as he shot his cum up into her, grunting and jerking.
Slowly they settled and Gleason lay on his chest. He ran his hands over her back, not noticing the scars that laced its surface. They rested this way for several moments and then he said softly, "Honey, I need to pull out. Roll off."
Gleason rolled to his left and curled up next to him, half on him. She heard his heart pound from the exertion of his consecutive orgasms. Her hand skimmed over his chest, her middle finger traced a circle around his right nipple, and she dragged her thumb over it in the way he does; his nipple tightened into a wee stone in the way hers does.
Bobby held her close and then pulled up the sheet and coverlet over them. Gleason sighed deeply and her hand curled on his chest. Bobby kissed her forehead and fought the tears that threatened to squeeze from the corners of his eyes. He listed as her breathing slowed and he knew she was asleep. Only then did Bobby sleep.
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