A/N: First of all, thank you for all of your patience, things were out of my hands. I will explain more at the bottom…Honeymoon will be two chapters…it is nearly 8K and only the first day so I made a decision to split it. I started to write it with my first Starbucks in hand…
Thank you to OnTheTurningAway for fixing my flips, fucks and fun in this chapter.
Thank you Mauralee88 for suggesting the getaway spot...I will post link on my profile. It is a beautiful spot.
Disclaimer: I own LIPS for XBOX 360 (so fun)…SM owns the rest.
The Honeymoon
JPOV
Waking up a married man is a fantastic feeling. Looking at Edward while he sleeps is even better than that. He looks so peaceful and I cannot tear my eyes away from his face. Edward Cullen-Whitlock, God that sounds amazing, is a gorgeous man. He was a good looking teenager and gets more attractive every day. I love and adore every single one of his features and I know them all by taste and touch. As I run my hand down his body, all I can think about is all the times I have been privy to his secret places and I am hard all over again. I really want to wake him up by sliding into his warm, waiting body, but I know he has to be sore from yesterday. I didn't take it easy on him in the coat closet.
Smiling at the memory of the hard fuck against the wall, I get out of bed and decide to draw him a bath he can relax in before we shower together. My new sister-in-law thinks of everything and Alice made sure to leave a bag with instructions labeled "Sore Muscle Soak" next to the tub. I start running the water and pull out mineral salts, rosemary, peppermint and eucalyptus oils. I follow her directions to a "T" and pretty soon I have a bathtub ready for my love. As I walk towards the bed, I can see that Edward has moved, kicked off the covers and is sprawled out on his side. I decide to wake him with kisses, but when I get close I am in awe of the image before me. All the lean lines of his body are on display for my eyes to feast on, his perfect ass is begging for my tongue, my fingers, my cock. As I lean over to pick him up and carry him into the bathroom, I see his perfect prick settled between his legs, and I need to touch it, to feel the softness against my fingertips and to taste the salty sweetness in my mouth. It is too much for me to take, it has been so long that I was denied the pleasure of his body.
Edward is breathing so softly and I hate to wake him, but I have to touch him. My hands ghost over his skin, warm and flushed from sleep. Goosebumps appear everywhere my fingers caress and his breathing starts to become erratic. He starts to stir, his long, lean legs rustling in the sheets and I reach down to untangle them. Leaning down, I kiss the curve of his hip, then, feeling a little naughty, I bite it gently. Edward groans softly and I crawl into bed with him, forgetting the bath I have drawn for him. I kiss his neck, inhaling the smell...he smells like sex and I want him, now. I start licking his neck with ardor and then push him onto his back, sitting astride his hips. My eyes meet blazing green and I can feel his cock pressed against my hip. I want to fuck him. Now!
Taking my sweet time, I place my lips against his, but Edward is having none of that. He plunges his fingers into my hair and yanks my face forward, hard, fusing our mouths together. His tongue ventures in to find mine and then the floodgates open.
"Fuck, Jasper," he groans as my teeth sink into his lower lip and I tug it playfully.
Letting his lip go, I whisper, "I want to baby, so bad, but even more, I wanna taste you." His eyes start to burn and desire flares in my body when he looks at me like that.
"I love you," he murmurs as he thrusts his hips against me.
I slowly slide down his body, kissing my way to his cock.
"I love you too, baby," is the last thing I say before wrapping my lips around him and pushing my mouth down.
"Oh...Jasper...fuck...shit!" He screams in the hotel room as my mouth continues it's assault on his cock. He tastes so fucking good, and the fact that I can taste his cum from last night makes me even more aggressive. I reach underneath him and massage his balls. He starts to buck his hips upwards and I open up to take him all the way in. I love the feel of his cock hitting the back of my throat. Pulling my mouth off of him, I meet his eyes as he watches me slide two fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet.
"Oh, fuck," he whimpers as he watches me trail them down over his balls, closing his eyes when he feels my fingers rubbing against his ass. Edward pushes against my fingers, begging me to push them in, but I tease him. Moving them gingerly in a circle around the hole, I feel his body shudder in anticipation. My boy is greedy this morning. Shifting slightly so that I can suck his dick again, I flick the head with my tongue before wrapping my mouth around his cock once more.
As my mouth slowly makes it's way down to the base, my two fingers push into the the warmth of his body and I am home. Any part of me inside of Edward makes me feel complete. He truly is my everything and I spend the next few minutes making sure he knows that as I make love to him with my fingers and mouth. He is so beautiful when he gives in to the passion and desire that courses through his body as my head and hands move simultaneously to bring him to the edge over and over again. He is thrashing underneath me, pushing harder against my fingers in his ass, fucking them as he fucks my mouth. It is erotic and sensual and then he comes, hard, and his loud cry tears through the air in the room, echoing off the walls.
"Jasper...fuck!"
I swallow everything, leaving nothing and relishing in the taste of my husband. He is my other half, the reason I was put on this earth and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. I feel his fingers run through my hair and I close my eyes, trying to ignore the painful hard-on that I have and enjoy the peace of the early morning. There are many more to come in our lifetime, but this is our first morning as married men and I want to remember every last detail of it.
"Baby?" he asks.
"Hmm?" I murmur, my eyes closed as I enjoy the fingernails scratching my scalp.
"Do you know how much I love you?"
I smile, turning my face so I can see him.
"Yes, Edward, I always know. I can feel it." To prove my statement, I reach up my hand and clasp his in mine. The familiar spark is there, the one that ignites my senses every time our skin touches.
He grips my hand tight, "I feel it too, always...Jasper?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think other people are as in love as we are? Is it possible?" He asks in wonder.
My smile gets bigger by the second as I think about his statement. Leave it to Edward to get philosophical about love in bed after I just sucked him off. He is an enigma, truly. We are opposites in every way and sometimes I wonder if that will ever negatively impact us. It never has. If anything, it has made us stronger and made for some very interesting situations in our life.
"I hope so, Edward. I'd like to believe my mama had that kind of love from my dad and I know your parents are very much in love. So I guess, those of us who are lucky enough to find it should hold on for dear life, never let go."
At that statement, I jump up and crawl up his body, then wrap my arms around him and start tickling his sides.
"Stop...please...Jas...no...fuck...oh my god...gotta...pee." He is panting out the words between bouts of laughter and the last one stops me cold. I let go and watch his cute, naked butt scurry into the bathroom and shut the door. I lay there for a minute and close my eyes, replaying our wedding in my head over and over. Edward's vows touched me so much and I can feel the tears gathering in the corner of my eye as I remember the emotions in his eyes while he was saying them.
We really are lucky, so many of our friends go from relationship to relationship and some just want to fuck as many people as they can. A few months ago, our friend Garrett tried to convince us that we didn't really know if there was anything better because we had never tried. During that conversation I was gripping Edward's hand tightly under the table. He knew I was seething, Garrett was always trying to convince Edward to give him a go and I guess he saw it as one last try before the big day. We politely told him we were happy and left the restaurant. I was getting angrier and angrier on the way home and when we walked in the door, I bent Edward over the couch, fucked his brains out and told him nobody else was ever going to touch him. He is and always will be mine.
"Hey, Jasper?"
I turn and look to see Edward standing at the bathroom door with a puzzled look on his face.
"What, love?"
"Did you forget about something in here?" He asks.
Thinking long and hard all that comes to mind is, Did I forget to flush?, but he wouldn't mention that.
"Did I piss on the floor or something, babe?" Knowing that is most certainly not the case, but wanting to see him laugh, I say it anyway.
Edward's whole face lights up and his body convulses with laughter. It is one of my favorite sounds in the world and I get to hear it for the rest of our lives. I look down at my ring and kiss it, feeling warmth surge through my body. Listening to him laugh, knowing yesterday he said "I do" to me makes me excited about the adventure we are about to embark on. Our life together.
"Jasper, sometimes you are worse than a five year old," he gasps, trying to catch his breath.
I stretch out on the bed, knowing what it does to him, and smile at him. I reach down and grab my cock and watch him swallow, all traces of laughter leaving his face. His tongue comes out and wets his bottom lip, his eyes never leave my hand that is moving up and down my shaft. I close my eyes and lean back on the pillow, knowing Edward is about to enjoy a short, but explosive show. I am still aching for release from this morning and I know this isn't going to take long.
As I stroke slowly, losing my self in the pleasure, I hear Edward across the room.
"Open your eyes, baby," he whispers. "Look at me..."
I slowly open them up and look over at Edward and his dark green eyes penetrate through me, making my already fevered body blaze white hot. He is watching me intently, his eyes going from my face to my cock and I feel like I need to come right then, but I don't. I want this to last a little longer. He looks so fucking gorgeous standing there, watching me.
"Fuck, Jasper...I love watching you touch yourself," he groans and his cock is fully erect and begging for me to touch.
My hand keeps moving and I take a quick second to lick my hand before wrapping back around myself and saying, "Grab your cock, Edward, now."
His eyes get even more hooded and he looks at me, his hand twitching by his side and I know he is aching to touch himself too, but he has never been particularly comfortable masturbating while I watched. It's so fucking beautiful to see and I need to see it now.
I let go of my dick, even though it takes all my strength to do so.
"Jasper, don't stop, please," he pleads. He is dragging his lower lip between his teeth and staring at me.
"Do you want me to stroke my cock, Edward?" He nods at me, never taking his gaze off of my dick.
"Then do it with me, baby. Touch yourself and pretend it's me touching you," I tell him while taking a hold of myself and running my thumb around the head of my dick. The wetness I am smearing around feels so good and I let out a low, deep moan.
"Fuck, Edward, feels so good."
Looking at my husband, I see him take his dick in hand and he is suddenly stroking quickly and I have to slow down or I will go before he even has a chance to get close. I turn on my side, watching him and wishing it was my hand that was on him. I stroke languidly and relish in the feel of my nails scraping the sides of my dick gently.
"Jasper, I want to taste you so fucking bad. I wish I was licking, sucking and biting your cock right now," he growls at me and I can't stop the blood from shooting straight to my cock.
"Fuck, Edward..." I rasp.
"Yes," he hisses at me. "You will get to fuck me, but not now. Keep stroking, tell me how good it feels."
Just like that Edward snaps and takes control. I allow myself to relax and concentrate on keeping my orgasm at bay. I want to see him and taste him.
Holy shit he tastes so damn good.
"I want to, baby," I tell him. "I want you on all fours, screaming my name while I fuck you. Do you want that?" I ask him.
"Oh, God," he cries out. "Please, fuck me, baby."
"Imagine it, Edward," I whisper. "Can you feel me? Because I can feel you, so warm, so tight, so hot and it feels amazing," I groan while speeding up my hand motions.
His eyes flash with desire, "I want to see you come, Jasper. I know you're close, baby."
He is leaning against the door jam, one strong arm braced against it, the other tugging on his cock. Thinking about his dick in my mouth and my fingers in his ass this morning is all I need to let go.
"Oh, fuck," I scream as I feel the cum splatter on my stomach and chest and all the tension leaves my body with each stream the erupts. It feels wonderful and I finally release myself while my eyes stay focused on Edward. His hands are moving in a slow rhythm that is gradually getting faster and faster. His stomach is taut and the muscles in his neck strained as he whips himself into a frenzy.
"Edward," I murmur. "Tell me how good it feels."
He lets his lower lip go and his mouth drops open. His breathing is harsh, he is breathtaking.
"Feels so good, baby. You feel good...God...Jas...I love you!" he yells as I see the jets of white shoot out from his cock. It is a glorious sight. Seeing Edward let go and give in makes me feel a sense of power, knowing that he was thinking about me while he jacked off. I fucking love him, so much.
Edward finally starts to calm down and then looks over at me with a sly smile, "Babe, I don't think housekeeping is going to appreciate cleaning my jizz off the floor and wall."
I snicker, thinking about the poor woman who would have to do that job. It wasn't going to happen.
"Well, my love, it would be shitty so let's do our best to get it cleaned up." Edward nods and goes to the bathroom and then comes out with a towel and does the dirty work.
"Hey, love?" I call out to him.
"Hmmm?" he asks, looking adorable as fuck on all fours wiping the carpet.
"Since we haven't showered since yesterday and we are covered in sex, I am going to run one...join me?"
He looks up at me, green eyes twinkling, "Of course."
I get up and slap his ass on the way into the bathroom and see the forgotten bath which is now ice cold.
"Edward, were you talking about the bath earlier?"
"Yes, you distracted me," he says with that little gleam in his eyes that makes my heart flip flop.
"Sorry, you distract me every second of every day, so it's payback."
I feel his strong arms circle my waist from behind and I lean into him. This is where I want to be forever, in Edward's arms. Turning around, I smile and kiss him softly, teasing his lips with gentle swipes of my tongue. When he kisses me back, I think about the kiss he gave me at the altar when he became my husband, and I his, and I let all the love inside of me flow into him. I know he feels it, because he starts kissing me deeply and with more passion. We stand in the bathroom, letting the steam envelop us, and enjoy the pleasure of each other's mouths and the rhythm of our hearts beating together. There are no words to describe how I feel right now, but it is as close to heaven as I have ever been.
We finally make it into the shower and clean all the grime off of ourselves, having fun taking turns washing each other with the multiple shower heads coming out of the walls. My mama didn't mess around, making sure we had the best honeymoon suite in all of Dallas/Fort Worth. After we dry and get dressed, we both realize we are starving and I call room service. I order nearly everything on the menu, making sure there is fruit and yogurt for my man who still hadn't learned to eat right after all this time. Our food preferences are a big bone of contention, but we have found a compromise that works most of the time. Aside from the food for the wedding, we hadn't argued about it in a long time.
I know we need to hurry, so I start gathering up all our things into our bag, we have a 2:25PM flight to catch to San Jose. Alice and Rose are going to take us to the airport. I throw all of the items Alice left for the muscle soak, aside from the salt, into the bag too. Edward is definitely going to need that after I get done with him. He will feel me in every move he makes for the rest of our honeymoon and I plan to get at least half of the forty days worth of sex out of him in the next five we spend in Big Sur.
"Jasper Whitlock-Cullen!" I hear Edward yell.
I run out into the main room and I see why he is using my full name. As much as I like hearing it, I can tell he is mad. Room Service just delivered our food and it is on six rolling carts. My eyes were definitely bigger than my stomach and truth be told, it is rumbling now at the thought of all the greasy goodness hibernating under the steel domes, waiting for me to devour it.
"Sorry?" I say sheepishly, giving him the smile that I know makes him melt. It was unfair to use right now, but I was not going to have my husband mad at me on the first day of our honeymoon. He grins and rolls his eyes at me before grabbing the cereal and yogurt, then sitting down to wait for me. I roll a cart over to the table, remove the domes and dig in. After everything I can possibly put into my body has been consumed, Edward helps me roll the carts into the hall. He can not wipe the look of disgust off his face, but after all these years, I am used to it.
We curl up for a short, thirty minute nap before the girls come to pick us up. I can't wait to get to California. The place we rented is very private and I don't plan on putting on clothes for very much of the trip. If I had my way, Edward would be naked all the time, but I am sure we will go out for dinner and to see a few sights while we are there. I would rather be buried inside of him the whole time, but I need to let the boy rest sometime, so I guess we have to bring clothes.
At 12:15PM on the dot I hear the soft rap at the door and open it up to see our smiling sisters. Alice darts right past me to go see Edward and Rosalie wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a hug.
"You ready to go, big brother?" I nod, hugging her tighter.
"Did you have a good night?" she asks suggestively. I release her and roll my eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I call back as I walk into the room to get our stuff. Alice and Edward beat me to it though and he pulls our suitcase behind him as they are head for the door. I do one last check of the room and we are off to the airport and in for a week of fun.
EPOV
Jasper and I are now on the road, heading in a convertible with the top down to Big Sur. We flew into San Jose and were told it was a little over two hours to get to our destination. We are so excited. It is freezing outside, but we are too happy to care. The sun is out, attempting to warm our skin and we have Jasper's iPod blasting through the speakers. I love to feel the wind blowing through my hair and watching Jasper's blonde locks getting more and more tousled the further we drive. He looks so happy in the driver's seat, young and free, like he has not a care in the world. For the week ahead, really we don't.
I keep stealing glances at his profile, admiring the scenery. He is more beautiful to me than the California landscape we are driving past and I cannot keep my eyes away. I missed making love to him and I plan on doing just that as many times as we can this week. At our villa we reserved, it is all enclosed for privacy with glass walls in the bedroom and bathroom. I plan on taking advantage of those. Just thinking about it is making me hard and I need to stop, or we will be pulling over for a quickie and it was still a little too cold for that.
I lean back in the seat, rest my hand on Jasper's thigh and enjoy the rest of the drive with my eyes closed. Jasper is singing along to his "Edward" playlist and I listen, letting the sounds of his sexy voice wash over me. He really is multi-talented and his guitar playing makes him very good with his hands. As if he can read my mind, he reaches down and gathers my hand in his, intertwining our fingers together. He moves his fingers around and in between each one of mine in time with the music he is singing. The feeling thrills me, my man can bring me to my knees with the softest touch.
In what seems like no time at all, we are pulling up in front of Post Ranch Inn in Big Sur and I am in awe. It is breathtaking. The scenery is beautiful and for once in my life I am distracted by something other than Jasper. The mountain side is covered in lush evergreens and wild flowers looking over a high cliff at the amazing California coastline. I have never seen anything like it, not even in Washington, but I didn't really spend a lot of time on the beach before I moved to Texas with Jasper. He walks over to where I stand, takes my hand and looks with me. We are both silenced by the stunning, serene landscape surrounding us.
After a few moments, Jasper moves closer and leans over to whisper in my ear.
"I love you, Edward, more than you will ever know."
I feel warmth spread through out me, starting in my heart and branching out to every nerve ending in my body. I lean my head to the side and smile as I feel him place his soft, warm lips there and then, just because he is a naughty boy, he bites down and I can't stop the moan from escaping my lips. I know we need to get checked in fast, because I needed his smooth, naked skin wrapped around me, making love to me; I need to feel it right now.
"Jasper," I murmur. "Please..."
He knows what I crave, what I need and I feel his tongue trace the line of my neck up to my ear.
"I want you too, baby. Let me go get checked in and then I will show you how much."
I nod against his mouth and then my body is suddenly cold as he leaves to go inside. Placing my hands against the car, I try to calm down, but Jasper makes my blood race in the very best possible way. Giving up, knowing this hard on isn't going down anytime soon, I sit in the car and wait for him.
In no time at all he opens the door, gets in the car and takes off, saying nothing. I can feel the sexual tension in the air and I am anxious to get into our room too. We park in front of a secluded garden and my eyes light up when I realize it is our secluded garden.
"You better get out of the car, Edward," he says in a low, provocative voice. My cocks strains even harder behind my jeans and I swallow hard before exiting the vehicle.
Jasper comes around to my side, grabs my hand, slams my door and drags me into the entrance of the garden while saying, "We'll get our shit later."
As soon as the door closes, I am pressed against the wall of the garden and Jasper's lips are on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth and his hips grinding into me. The cold stone makes me press hard into Jasper's warmth and I open up my mouth for him, letting him bruise my lips but relishing in the pain. He needs this, I need this, it was a long forty days. Jasper's hands are under my shirt, nails clawing at my skin and I know this is going to be rough. I don't want us to catch pneumonia in the cold, so I pull away from the onslaught of his mouth.
"Jas, please, take me inside," I whisper into his ear before biting down on his lobe.
"Fuck, Edward," Jasper growls as his hands grab my thighs, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me to the door and fumbles with the key, cursing it when it refuses to go in. When he finally gets it open, he walks me straight to the bed and drops me on it.
"Take your fucking clothes off, Edward," he tells me as he quickly rids himself of everything he is wearing. Then, he is standing in front of me, nothing covering his lean, muscular frame and I can feel my body responding, craving his against mine. I take off all my clothes, throwing them off to the side and then instantly, Jasper is on top of me, kissing and grinding while panting into my mouth.
"Fuck...babe...need you...now," he says between kisses, then his mouth trails along my jaw before burying his face in my neck. It feels so fucking good, his hot, wet breath and the hard touch of his cock against mine. I am going crazy and I don't want to cum until he is fucking me. I need him inside of me.
"Take me," I hiss into the room. Jasper groans loudly, before quickly flipping me over and dragging me to the edge of the bed. I get on all fours and push my ass out, knowing that he can see his favorite place.
"Goddamit, Edward," he cries as he grabs my hips and then I feel his tongue take one swipe over my balls and up my ass crack and my whole body quakes. I am not going to last if he doesn't hurry. His hand trails down my spine and then he plunges two, wet fingers into me and I arch my back and scream.
"Holy fuck...Jasper...god..."
He slides them in and out and then they are gone and my body is desperate for more, I wriggle my ass, hoping he will hurry the fuck up. I hear the tear of the condom and lube packet and my body hums like a live wire, knowing I am about to get what I really want. He moves he cock up and down my ass, teasing and taunting me.
"Do you want it?" he asks.
"Yes!" I yell.
"Tell me, Edward. How bad do you want me to fuck you?" He says as he pushes the head of his cock against my hole. I try to push back, but his hand stops me, holding me in place.
"Don't you fucking dare, tell me!" he demands.
All the blood rushes to my extremities and I feel like my world is about to explode with need. I want him so fucking bad, but am having trouble saying anything when he is like this, it turns me on so much.
"Fuck me, Jasper. Hard. Now. Please!"
He grips my hips with both hands before his well-lubed cock slides all the way in and he moans loudly before covering me with his body and sinking his teeth into my back.
"Oh...god..." I whimper as he starts to slide in and out of me, his hands wrapped around my waist and mouth kissing the spot he has just bitten.
"Oh, baby...so good...feels so...oh...god...Edward," he grunts as his hips thrust in and out of me. It feels so good and I grip the comforter in my fingers as Jasper pounds into me over and over again.
One of his hands slides down and grabs my cock. He strokes once, smearing the pre-cum around the head and I am lost. I can't hold back anymore and I cum in his hand as he tugs on my cock.
"Fuck, Jasper...love you," I whisper as I watch the cum cover his hand, such a beautiful fucking sight. He quickly wipes it on his shirt laying on the bed and then once again takes both of my hips in his hands, trying to hang on while driving into me. My body feels each thrust, each slap of his balls against me, each slam of his hips against my ass and it is fucking perfect. I've missed this.
"Baby, not gonna last," he murmurs, gripping me so hard that it throbs. He lays his head on my back and I feel him kissing and licking and then his body tenses and his husky voice screams my name.
"Edward!"
I feel him shudder behind me, coming hard, and I collapse to the bed underneath him and he follows. Jasper pulls out slowly, removing the condom and tying it off before wrapping his sweaty arms and legs around me. Rolling over onto my back, I relax into his embrace and he lays his head on my chest. I tousle the damp curls and then drop my hand, so fucking tired from the exertion, but it was so very worth it.
"I love you," he says softly, tracing his finger up and down my chest, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.
"I love you too. I always have," I tell him, pressing a kiss to my fingers and then pressing them to his cheek.
"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" his hand touches my hips, rubbing where the red spots are. It feels good and I sound my approval of his finger's ministrations.
"No, you didn't babe, but don't stop."
Jasper sits up and rolls me onto my stomach, sits astride my hips and starts to rub my aching muscles. I can feel him in every inch of my body and I smile, remembering how I came to feels this way. He lovingly kneads and massages all of me and I start to get tired. My eyes won't stay open anymore.
"Sleep, my love," he whispers in my ear as he lulls me to dreamland with his hands.
When I wake up, I look out through the glass wall that covers an entire side of the bedroom and see that it is dusk outside. Jasper is curled into my side, sleeping away, beautifully naked. The view outside is breathtaking and I know it will be hard to leave this perfect hideaway. Deciding it is best if we shower separately so we can eat dinner and go to the stargazing event they have tonight, I jump in while he sleeps.
After I am done, shaved and dressed, I rouse my husband from his slumber. He is curled in a ball and the chill from the air has made his skin cold. I cover him with the comforter and start kissing his cheek, making my way over to his mouth. He smells like salty sweat. I inhale and smile, knowing that I am the reason he smells that way.
"Jasper," I murmur against his ear. "Wake up, wake up, wake up my love." I poke his sides gently as I say the words.
"No," he says and pulls the pillow over his head. I roll my eyes and get ready to be the mean guy. I stand up and yank the covers off and he yelps.
"What the fuck, Edward?" he says as he curls up again, giving me an evil look through his dazed, sleepy eyes.
"You need to take a shower, babe. You stink to high heaven and I want to go to dinner."
"I don't wanna, need to sleep," he mumbles as he lays back down on the pillow, reaching blindly for the covers.
"Jasper! Get up now, I am not going to waste our first evening here because you can't get your ass out of bed," I tell him sternly.
"Fuck...fine," he grumbles as he slowly sits up and stretches. He will forever be a child when it comes to getting out of bed.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower for him, eyeballing the stone bathtub in the corner, overlooking the cliffs over the ocean. I cannot wait to get in there with him. The whole house is paneled in glass and I am glad to be able to see the vast coastline in private. It will make for fun times in the coming days.
Jasper walks slowly into the bathroom and I push him gently into the shower, and leave to go figure out where we can go to eat before the stargazing. I pack blankets, get our coats and throw a condom and lube in my pocket. Not that I had any plans for outdoor forty degree fucking, but I always like to be prepared. Since we don't know much about the town yet, I opt to eat in the restaurant here at the inn. It is a bit pricey, but our trip was a gift from my parents so we can afford to splurge.
After Jasper is finished and dressed, we hold hands and walk down to the restaurant. The early evening air is crisp and cool, but I am always warm when Jasper is touching me. The dining room is surprisingly empty and the hostess tells us that it isn't a busy time for them, so there are only two other couples staying here right now. We sit and she hands us a menu; Jasper's face immediately forms into a scowl.
"What the fuck, I can't even pronounce this shit, Edward." He is looking at the menu, confused and bewildered.
I snicker behind my menu, "They have steak, babe, want that?"
"They do not have a fuckin' steak, Edward. It is served with bunches of shit I can't pronounce."
Right then the waitress comes to take our order and I am dreading it. We should have driven somewhere.
"Are we ready?" she asks.
"Let me ask you something," he looks at her name tag. "Leah. Do you have normal, regular, American food that I can pronounce without pulling out a dictionary?"
Oh my god, he did not...fuck...this isn't good.
"Well, sir. We have quite a variety on our menu. What is it you were looking for?" she asks politely.
"I want a burger and fries or a steak and potato with salad and bread. Do you have either one of those?"
Her eyes grow wide for a second before her professional mask slips back into place.
"We have a Grilled Rib Eye Steak with Gruyère Potato Gratin, Bordelaise and Chôron Sabayon."
Jasper is getting agitated, I can tell.
"I don't know what that other stuff is, what I would like is a rib eye, grilled rare. A baked potato, salad with ranch and rolls. Can you do that?"
I am becoming more and more mortified by the second and I feel for the girl, but in an effort to not make him angrier, I keep my mouth shut.
"Let me talk to the chef sir and see what we can do. I do know that we don't have ranch dressing. We have oil and vinegar or a house tomato vinaigrette."
Jasper looks over at me, I can see the nerve ticking under the skin of his eye. He is livid and I am trying not to laugh.
"Babe, why don't you order the steak and potatoes that come with them. They are an au gratin, so they have cheese. I am sure you will like them and I am sure they can round up some bread for you."
"Fine," he mutters and I nod to the poor waitress, silently apologizing with my eyes.
"And for you sir?" she asks me.
"I'll have the Butter Poached Maine Lobster with Sweet Pea Purée, Carrot Nage and Summer Truffle for course one. The Saffron Seafood Soup with Fresh Gulf Prawns and Wild Salmon for course two. Alaskan Halibut with Potato Rösti, Savoy Spinach, Pernod Poached Oysters and Sevruga Caviar for course three and end with the Warm Roasted Apple Beignets with Caramel Sauce for the last course."
I close my menu and Jasper is looking at me with that look, the one he only has when he is truly annoyed with me.
"What?" I ask him.
"Are you kidding me?" he whispers across the table. "You just made me look like an idiot, Edward. Is that why you brought me here?"
Now he is just being ridiculous.
"Jasper, I had no idea what the menu was and yes, I do know what everything is, but I was raised on food like this. I do know how to say it but that doesn't mean anything and if you would try it, you would probably be happy with it. Don't be upset, I don't want to ruin this perfect day, please babe."
I reach across the table and take his hand in mine. Bringing it up to my face, I place a wet kiss in the middle of his palm.
"Edward," he groans softly. "Stop."
"Why?" I whisper.
"You know why. God...I feel like it's been days since we made love and that is what I will do tonight Edward, make slow, passionate love to you."
"Fuck," I rasp as I feel my cock slowly harden under the table and I am thankful for the table cloth there to hide the bulge.
"No, Edward. No fucking, just loving." His deep, navy blue eyes are penetrating my soul and making me want to forget dinner.
"I love you," I mouth to him silently.
"You too, Edward, more than anything in this world." I lean into his hand as he rests it on my face for a moment and then sit up. I do not want to make a spectacle in front of our waitress, but he is so damn enticing sometimes.
Scratch that, all the time.
After a few minutes our courses start to come out and to my surprise, Jasper actually tries a bite of everything. I am sure it is to appease me, but I appreciate his gesture. When his steak comes to the table, Jasper's eyes glaze over at the sight of the large slab of meat they put in front of him. My boy is in heaven. He digs in with gusto while I enjoy my halibut and then, he starts to sop up the blood on his plate with his bread and my stomach turns. I am thankful at that point that I am full.
When dinner is over, I leave a larger tip than normal to compensate for Jasper's behavior when we first sat down and then we go out to look at the stars. We were going to let the junior astronomer show us the planets and constellations, but decide to watch from the private garden where we can lay against one another by the fire pit outside.
Jasper is in charge of laying out a few blankets and pillows while I start the fire. Once it is going nice and hot, we lay down, propped against the pillows, and enjoy the night sky. It is clear and stunning, all the stars are shining bright and we enjoy the sounds of nature while looking. After a few minutes, Jasper sits up and leans back against the wall, beckoning me to sit between his legs.
I sit against him and he wraps a blanket around us both, the cold air freezes my nose and ears, but the rest of me is warm thanks to Jasper and the fire pit. He starts humming in my ear and I lean my head back on his shoulder. It is one of those perfect moments you read about and I file it away into my memory bank.
As the night grows colder around us, we huddle closer and then Jasper starts to sing softly. His mouth is against my neck, sending shivers and spears of heat throughout my body. Jasper sings one of my favorite Paul McCartney songs and my mind drifts to the last time he strummed his guitar singing "Maybe I'm Amazed" and my heart starts to pound in my chest. He sings the whole song to me, high notes included and my eyes cloud with tears as the love I have for this man overwhelms me. He is all I will ever need for the rest of my life and I am whole when in his arms.
When he hums the last notes of the song, I turn in his arms and kiss him, feeling the tears escape my eyes when I close them. He holds my face in his strong, cold hands and languidly slides his tongue around my mouth, making love to me slowly with his lips. I get on my knees and then straddle his hips so I can kiss him the way I want to...full of love, lust and adoration. My fingers tangle in his hair, gripping tight while I show him with my mouth, just how much I love him too.
"Edward," he groans into my mouth, "remember what I said in the restaurant?"
"About making love to me?" I whisper back.
"Yes," he hisses. "Please...let me take you inside and love you slowly. It will take all night if I have my way."
I bury my face in his neck, "I want that, please, Jasper."
I stand up and reach my hand down to help him up. He pulls up in front of me and kisses me hard before grabbing my hand and leading me into the room.
"Close your eyes, Edward."
I close them, then feel him tying a silk scarf around my head. It covers my eyes and I am left in the dark, wondering what he has in store for me.
"I," he kisses my lips.
"Love," he kisses my neck.
"You," he kisses the other side of my neck.
"Jasper," I rasp, "love me, please."
"I do and I will, Edward."
Jasper leads me to the bed, removes all of my clothes and spends the next few hours showing me just how much. Our cries, moans and groans are swallowed up by the room and I fall asleep naked and spent wrapped around my love, my life, my Jasper.
A/N: Okay…need to address a few things please.
Real life has kicked my ass of late, if you follow me on Twitter, you know my child was very sick for nearly three weeks…he is and always will be my priority over writing…ALWAYS. I make no apologies for the wait when he is involved.
The next Honeymoon chapter will be a little while, I will post PSMW in the next few days and then have a o/s to do for a birthday before the next chapter, but it will be worth it and the other two things should tide you over.
Everything's Bigger in Texas awards voting is still open, link on my profile, PSMW is up for an award in the Professor Whitclock gives an A category. Please go vote if you feel so inclined.
Review replies are coming. Really. Even if it takes me awhile I will do them for every review in the Wedding/Honeymoon triple shot. I love and treasure every single one, they brightened my days when they were dark, so thank you.
I have been asked by several people why they use condoms. Please see my response below:
I was taught by my uncle who is a doctor and from talking to friends of mine who are gay that even in monogamous relationships anal sex should be done with a condom to prevent injuries such as anal prolapse and tissue tear because the muscle is so delicate and there is no lubrication...condoms and lube are the safest thing. Also, the anus is full of fecal germs (gross, I know)and even a tiny amount that enters into the penis while having intercourse can cause infections in the "top" that are passed through fecal matter.
I included a link to an article you can read...so please...make sure any gay man you know protects themselves properly...injuries and infections are easily prevented and even in fiction, I want to portray the importance.
www(dot)en(dot)wikipedia(dot)org/wiki/Anal_sex