The raptor is prepped and waiting for them at the shipyards. Bill helps Laura from the limo, then scoops her into his arms, carrying her aboard and placing her gently in the copilot's seat. After taking a quick glance around the shuttle while she giggles from the champagne, she notices there is no luggage on board.
"Bill, are we forgetting something? Where are our bags?"
"Saul and Ellen already delivered them," he replies while going through the pre-flight checklist.
"You mean Ellen knows where we're going? She acted like she had no idea. Hmph, I'll have to remember what a good liar she is. Not sure how to buckle up in this dress," she says pulling the shoulder harness from the seat.
"We're intra-planetary so you don't need to. I'm a very good pilot, you're safe with me," he assures giving her hand a squeeze.
Once the hatch is closed, Bill takes off in the raptor, making a quick sweep of the city to keep Laura wondering about where they may be going, before heading off to the north. She then guesses correctly that their destination is the Delphi Mountain Range, assuming they must be staying at a new resort that opened at the end of the summer.
"We'll see," Bill says with a sly grin.
After 45 minutes, they come to the luxury resort, but instead of landing, Bill flies over it and across a nearby lake.
"More misdirection?" Laura asks.
"No, we aren't staying at the resort. There's a much more intimate place for the two of us."
He continues to fly away from civilization until there are just a few houses that are very far apart.
"Intimate? Or isolated?" Laura asks.
"Don't worry, you'll like this place. It's fully stocked with food for our stay, and we have the whole place to ourselves, including a private lake. And…we're almost there," he says pointing ahead to a house by a lake at the base of a mountain. It's a medium sized log cabin and there's smoke coming out of the chimney, indicating someone has started the fireplace to help take the edge off the cool mountain air. It's already dark out, but Laura can see that this is a picturesque location and very secluded.
Bill lands the raptor next to the cabin and carries Laura off the wing and up the steps to the front porch.
"It's beautiful here. How did you find this place?"
"It's the vacation home of someone I work with. He rents it out for special occasions, and I thought it was a great place for us to spend a few weeks. You'll see it better in the morning, but the water in the lake is so clear it's like looking through glass. There's a dock and a rowboat we can use, and a back deck with an outdoor fireplace and hot tub. And a very large king size bed inside, plus a shower for two. But you can see for yourself, assuming he left the door unlocked," Bill says hitting the lever with his elbow, the door swinging open.
He steps inside and sets Laura on her feet where she marvels at the open interior of the cabin. The fireplace is to her right and takes up the entire corner. There's a sofa to the side of it and a plush chair with an end table on the opposite side. A thick rug lays in between, one that Laura hopes is soft because she plans on making love with Bill in front of the fireplace at least once. To the left of the door is a small kitchen with an island with two chairs, modern conveniences including a full-size refrigerator, a wine fridge, and a fully stocked bar. The king size bed sits against the wall to the back and on her right, near the sliding glass door that opens to the large deck that overlooks the lake and offers a serene view of the mountain. A stereo plays the set list of the music from their reception. It's a rustic looking cabin but has all the modern conveniences, and the bathroom that is opposite the bed contains both a large soaking tub and a huge shower, plus two vanities.
"This is perfect - I love it! The air is fresh and it's so dark you can see all the stars and the other colonies," she says pointing at the sky as she steps onto the back deck. "This is way better than a crowded resort." The deck also has a chaise lounge for two and a small table for dining outside.
"I wanted to be secluded," he says placing a kiss to her shoulder. "This way you can be as loud as you want."
A smile spreads across her face at his motivation for a private location. "That's an excellent point, Bill. I certainly don't want to hold back on our honeymoon, and it has been four extremely long weeks without you, so I'm bound to be extra loud. Might even scare off some wildlife," she teases.
"Counting on it," he mumbles nibbling on the back of her neck as he wraps his arms around her clasping them in front.
"You need some guidance getting this dress off me?" she asks breathlessly, her whole body humming from him pressed against her back.
"Maybe in a few minutes," he replies. "I'd like a good look at you in this before I remove it. I didn't stare too long at the wedding because I knew I'd have trouble controlling myself."
"Why don't you pour yourself a drink and have a seat over there?" she says in a sultry tone, turning in his arms and pointing behind him to a chair. "But let's get rid of this tunic first," she says before placing a kiss to his lips and unfastening the buttons on his uniform. Her hands smooth across his tanks before pushing the tunic from his shoulders, and he draws in a sharp breath when she rubs her palms from his shoulders down his arms. "Get your drink. That's an order."
"You don't give the orders - I outrank you," he says smugly.
"Not tonight you don't."
He pulls her chin to his face, kissing her deeply before suddenly letting go, stepping away toward the bar. "We'll see about that."
The bar is stocked with a variety of liquors and beverages, and he settles on a Scorpion whiskey that stings his mouth and tongue. It has a spicy flavor that warms his chest after just one swallow, a flavor that lingers that he's sure Laura will like.
She takes his glass and pulls him by his hand to the overstuffed chair near the fireplace, placing the whiskey on the end table before pushing him down into the chair.
"Enjoy," she whispers before stepping back several paces toward the middle of the room, her eyes locked onto his. She stands with her back straight, a seductive smile on her face, then slowly begins to turn, keeping her gaze on him for as long as she can until her back is to him. There she pauses, letting him appreciate the backless gown. Several seconds go by, then she shifts her weight from one leg to the other, the plane of her hips dipping with her movement. With half open lids, she glances over her shoulder at him. His eyes are burning as he takes her in, then he downs the rest of his whiskey in one gulp.
"Come here," he orders in a husky tone.
She slowly walks toward him, letting him get a good look at how she moves in this gown, a gown she's certain will soon be flung across the sofa. He places his hands on her hips while one of hers twists in his wavy hair, but instead of unfastening the snaps and ties on the gown, one of his hands reaches down to the floor and finds its way up her dress, coming to rest at her panties where he strokes her lightly with his fingertips. Suddenly he slips a finger inside and circles her swollen entrance, already wet with desire.
"I want to see you fall apart in this dress," he confesses before slipping a finger inside of her and curling it to find her g-spot. "I won't let you fall," he assures her, holding her steady with his free hand. "Look at me, Laura. Let yourself go."
She nods her agreement as her palms rest on his shoulders, her hips grinding with his hand, giving in to the feel of him inside of her. Gods she's waited for what seems like forever, and he expertly works his hand teasing her g-spot but staying away from her clit, demanding that she come for him standing there before him. She eagerly undulates until stars begin to form before her eyes. After instructing her to look at him again, she leans her face forward so he can watch her expression as her legs become weak and she finally cries out his name.
"I've got you," he reassures her as she falls into him, her face in the crook of his neck practically weeping from the powerful spasms throughout her body. His lips press against her temple, then her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips when she tilts her head up to look in his eyes. "When you're ready, I'd like to take this dress off you."
"Now. I'm ready now."
He's been dreaming about undressing her for weeks, feeling her silky skin beneath his hands, tasting her with his lips, covering her with his body. It's tempting to rip the dress off her and throw her to the bed like some primitive man overcome with lust, but he wants their wedding night to be special, wants to make her climax several times, needs her to be fully satisfied. The most difficult part will be for him not to come too soon.
His hands work quickly after having studied the dress when she modeled it for him, his lips kissing everywhere that is now exposed, and in little time he has her free from the gown. After carefully placing it on the sofa, he walks back to her and kisses her passionately while his hands roam across her body and caress her in all those places he has been longing to touch her – the sensual curve of her hip, the firm cheeks of her ass, the soft mounds of her breasts, among other places.
Her hands are busy unfastening his belt buckle and zipper, letting his pants drop to the floor where he quickly steps out of them. Already painfully hard, pre-ejaculate drips from his cock making a mess of his boxer briefs. Laura takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed where they both strip each other of their remaining undergarments before slipping between the sheets where he lies on top of her, nibbling down her neck to her chest, taking a taut nipple between his teeth.
All her pent-up sexual energy is unleashed, her back arches into him and soft moans begin to escape from her throat. Her legs wind around his hips as she tugs at him to bring his face to hers again. "I need you," she whispers tracing his lips with her thumb.
"I love you," he whispers back, positioning himself at her entrance.
Slowly he enters her, her back arching further with every inch. Four long weeks of waiting makes this feel incredibly good, and he must catch his breath before he begins to move.
"You're amazing," he says smiling above her, establishing a slow lazy rhythm at first, reveling in the sensation of being inside of her. His tempo steadily increases until he's sliding almost completely in and out of her while she clings to him, watching him as he makes love to her. She can see the struggle on his face, trying to force himself to stay under control so that he doesn't come too quickly.
"Don't hold back," she whispers dropping one leg from him to angle her hips so that he bumps into her clit with each thrust. "Right there, keep going."
Because of her encouragement, he knows he'll lose the battle, and when he feels her inner walls clench around him, he surrenders to her. They come together, her arms and leg wrapped around him, holding him against her so that she can feel as much of his skin as possible while he groans her name in her ear. Then he places soft kisses on her neck and jaw, followed by her lips as they relax in each other's arms, until he slides next to her and pulls her onto his chest. It's an ideal ending to a long exhausting day and they drift off to sleep, the orange glow of the embers in the fireplace lighting up the room while the moonlight reflects off the lake outside.
"I prayed to the Gods to identify your roles in this life, and they have declared both of you leaders and protectors of all humanity, a very high honor indeed."
"I understand why Bill was declared a protector because of his military service, but how am I a protector?" Laura asks Zeus as she stands before him in the temple of Olympus.
"It is your destiny."
"How are Bill and I leaders?"
"It is your destiny."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"Because you are not ready yet. You will endure many trials on your paths through life, and they will shape you into leaders and protectors of humanity. All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again. It is the cycle of time, and it is your destiny."
Laura gasps as her eyelids flutter open. The soft rumble of Bill snoring next to her brings her back to reality, and her eyes focus on the deck, where sunlight is beginning to stream through the sliding glass door. A gull lands on the railing and stares at her, cocking its head from one side to the other like it's studying her, reading her thoughts about her dream, judging her. She watches it curiously, until it craps on the railing and flies away, making her chastise herself for thinking the gull was a messenger from the Gods.
She slips from the bed and pads her way to the bathroom, catching her reflection in the mirror as she sits on the toilet. She's a little bit sore between her legs, probably from having gone so long without Bill inside of her. He's quite well-endowed, the largest she's ever had, and she giggles at the thought if she wouldn't have married him, she'd be ruined for other men. There's a reason Tauron men are known as bulls. Not only are they stubborn, but they're also hung like them, too.
Some women won't date Tauron men, intimidated by their size and sexual appetite. Laura's the opposite, willing to take on any challenge with gusto. When they first made love all those months ago, she adjusted to his size quickly, maybe because of his skills as a lover, maybe because she always loved him deep down inside even before she realized it. She returns to their bed, slipping back beneath the covers, and she finds him semi-erect. Her tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip and seconds later he's fully erect. It's the best way to wake a man up in the morning, wrapping her lips around his cock.
He awakens with a groan as she works him over with her mouth, intertwining the fingers of one of her hands with his while he places the other on the back of her head.
"Good morning," she greets with a devilish smile before taking him in her mouth again. She continues to lick him, tease him, suck him, and he lies almost motionless, letting her have her way with him.
"Bill," she says crawling on her hands and knees to face him. "There was a time that I needed you to be gentle with me when I did this. But you need to know I won't break if you take control. I want you to take control now." She kisses a trail down his chest to his cock, teasing the area under the head with her tongue until he places his hands on each side of her face and guides her mouth onto him.
He starts slowly, concerned that she may be uncomfortable, whether from his size or because of bad memories of Richard. When she cups his balls, he begins thrusting his hips, his cock going deeper and deeper into her throat. She hums her approval, his instinct takes over, and he fraks her mouth, holding her hair while she swallows him whole, humming for him to come, until he's finally forced to release and spill himself down her throat.
"You're turn," he mumbles when he finally catches his breath.
"Nope, we need to eat first. I'm starving," she replies, patting him on the hip as she leaves the bed and walks to the kitchen.
"I'll help," he says following her, then searching inside the refrigerator while she makes coffee. "I'm kind of hungry, too. But when we're done eating-"
"When we're done eating, you're going to take me into that huge shower and frak me senseless, and that's an order."