Thanks to Miruna for helping me when I had writers block! Just a quick filler chapter, guys. PLEASE READ THE NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.
Honeymoon. The moment when you go somewhere far away from troubles that home promise. You paid for the greatest wedding possible and then you get a break. Thank God! You think you'll be spending it with your other half, when he suggests that perhaps you should spend time doing other things. You wonder what exactly. I always thought you were supposed to walk along beautiful beaches, feel the sun on your skin, and enjoy the gorgeous sights your chosen destination offers. So, the second night during my honeymoon, my Apollo suggested that we should come undone together. Because it's such a special day, they say, even though you are so tired. After a bit of negotiation — which involved a promise to go to that nice theatre back home — we ended up in our hotel room. While you could be enjoying the beautiful sunset, the mesmerising colours and melodious sounds, you are taken into that room of yours. I never liked staying still, but at least you don't have to. Sex with my other half always involved fun little games we both enjoyed, even though I'd rather do something else. At least, we get to know each other. You can never stop exploring your lover's body enough.
I was eager to consummate our marriage. The one time Enjolras and I had made love, it was wonderful. But now there was no turning back. Once we had slept together on this night, our marriage was final.
It started off as the perfect day. I woke up with my head on his shoulder, his arm around my waist. I woke him up by peppering his face in soft kisses. His laughter sticks in my head to this day, and it still lulls me to sleep when the ghosts of my past haunt me. After we showered together, we went down for breakfast before we went about the town.
When night finally fell, he took me to dinner and then we went dancing. The night was spent cheek-to-cheek, for the most part, from that moment on. After dinner we went to the beach, and there we cuddled. Both of us dozed off, but not for very long, and he carried me like a child back to our hotel room.
He suggested skinny-dipping. I agreed, and we went into the private jacuzzi that came with out room. That's when he said that we should have sex, and that's when the foreplay began. A few gropes in the jacuzzi, tons of making out.
We dried off together, his hips grinding against mine, and we went to the bedroom hand in hand.
"Grantaire, baby," he said, kissing my lips tenderly, "oh, baby, I love you so much."
I sat down on the bed, and he straddled my lap. His fingers tangled in my hair, his lips against mine. All composure I had left quickly faded and I fell back underneath him, my arms around his waist. I felt his erection against my stomach, and he smiled against my lips.
"On your hands and knees, Dionysus."
I swallowed and obeyed without question. He climbed off, and I rolled over and propped myself on my hands and knees. His fingers caressed my skin, curling on my hips. I wasn't sure if I was ready, but at the same time I was positive I needed this, wanted this. His cool lips touched my shoulder, making their way down my spine. A shiver ran through me, shaking my whole body. His kisses grew deeper the lower he went.
It's hard to say exactly what I was expecting, but what happened was definitely not what I had been. His tongue ran across my entrance, and I yelped in pleasant surprise. I'm sure he loved the reaction, because he did it again. He did it a few more times before stopping, and then he stopped. Just as I was about to turn to see why, his hips jerked forward and his cock was inside me. I swore under my breath, wincing and clutching the pillow tight.
"Oh, god, Dionysus, you're so tight, feels so nice…"
"Sh-Shut up," I gasped, not liking the fact it had been a while since I had last been laid. I pushed back against him, wanting more of him. His body rocked, back and forth, and my heart was beating wildly in my chest. Repeatedly I cried out his name, and each time he reacted by kissing my back.
Maybe ten minutes, twenty minutes later his hand snaked around to my front, taking my cock in his hand. Already, I was close to the edge, but his movements would bring me there. He stroked, harder and harder. I came with a shout, and he soon followed, spilling inside me.
I don't remember exactly how long this went on. I know for a fact I orgasmed at least five times, and I know for a fact we didn't stop until the end of the following day. When we finally ended, he pulled me under the covers and held me closer than he ever had before. I was at ease.
I had not a care in the world. I was more than happy with him by my side. His breathing helped me to sleep that night, and I remained in his arms for the rest of our time in Crete.
This is just kind of a filler chapter, I want to end the story. BUT I wanted your input first! The next chapter would be the end, but I had a cliffhanger planned. Would you guys prefer if I write a sequel, or just continue? Feel free to comment with your answers or send me a private message. I'll respond to both!