Chapter 29

It was so tacky and cliché to have sex in the limousine after leaving a wedding reception, yet here they were, doing exactly that. "Can't wait until we get to our destination?"

"Fuck no."

Marlize flooded with heat and didn't want to ruin this wedding dress, but at the same time, she would never wear it again. This was a one-and-done for her. She had already been married before; this was her final marriage, and if it didn't work out, she was never doing it again. It didn't matter what man came along after Mark; no man would ever compare to him and she knew that.

"Mark…" She gasped as soon as that white thong was ripped clean from her body and he pulled it out to drop it on the floor. Unfastening him, Marlize freed his engorged cock and lifted again, her nails instantly digging into his shoulders through the shirt he had on, her eyes drifting shut at the feeling of being FULL again. "Oh god…" This was what she needed and craved all these years, this euphoric feeling washing over her and she kept sinking down further until finally, Mark was fully sheathed inside of her, their foreheads meeting. "Wait, please…fuck I'm burning…" So long, seven long years since she had sex and he had been her last lover, so she was extremely tight to the point where she might've even been revirginized. "Oh Christ…"

The fact that she had even ASKED that, if they could wait, AFTER telling him he just had to 'take it', almost got her bent over and spanked because they weren't doing the teasing game right now. Well, Mark could…he could fuck her to that point and deny her, but…he liked his balls. "Bad burn or good burn?" He asked through grit teeth, holding still for her, but he couldn't do nothing about his cock pulsating and throbbing in her, threatening to riot if he didn't get with the program.

He hadn't been celibate, but it had been few and far between, especially as he got older and flings lost their appeal. Hell, maybe sex had lost its appeal because it hadn't been with the woman he had truly wanted, until now. The woman who had managed to steal his heart in only a month on that island seven years ago and who was now his wife.

"Say when, darlin'." It was a good thing she had called for a moment because he had been momentarily concerned he'd go off like a young buck and THAT was NOT happening.

Not tonight, not with HIS newlywed wife.

Nodding, Marlize had to adjust to his massive girth and size, stretching to accommodate him and clung to him, testing the waters after another minute had passed by. Slowly, she rose and fell on him, driving his cock in and out of her, and hissed out at the burning sensation, not wanting to stop. It felt so damn good being connected with him again and Marlize often thought about making a move in bed at home. She was scared of rejection, however, so she held herself back and realized Mark had probably been feeling the same way she was.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside of me, Mark…" She moaned against his mouth, brushing her lips against his, and felt him start to thrust up inside of her, making her cry out. "Yes!"

His hands began to unfasten the buttons on the back of her wedding dress and shoved the top of it down to reveal her lacey white bra, both finding their rhythm with each other in no time. Her bra was the next thing to be unfastened as his mouth captured a nipple and Marlize tossed her head back while still rolling her hips. Meeting him for every thrust he produced inside of her body, Marlize rode him the way she'd dreamt of for the past seven years.

"Mark, I love you…I love you so much…"

A snap of fingers in her face jolted Marlize out of her deep fantasy she'd been having and she turned to look up at her husband, clearing her throat awkwardly. "I'm sorry, what did you say, Mark?" The limousine had stopped and she realized they were at the airport, making her mentally shake herself out of the intense daydream she just had. If only that had actually happened… On the contrary, they were both tense and awkward on the ride here, the silence reigning between them after she had thanked him for everything he had done.

Mark hadn't responded and just held her hand while staring out the window, deep in thought. The driver retrieved their belongings out of the trunk and Mark took her hand, guiding her inside the airport towards a specific terminal, which was Vince's private jet that would be taking them to their destination. In their wedding attire and all, though Mark informed her they could change into something more comfortable after they were in the air, repeating what he'd said earlier that had jolted her out of the daydream she'd had.

"Sounds good."

Totally unaware of his wife's fantasies on the limo ride here, Mark fell asleep on the flight, knowing this was an unorthodox wedding night, but it had been a long day. He already knew if he tried anything on the plane, he was going to wind up embarrassing himself and disappointing her. They'd just have to wait to consummate their marriage until they were settled into their honeymoon villa on the ocean. If he had been told all that wedding jazz was even more tiring than a WrestleMania match, he wouldn't have believed them.

He was shaken awake hours later by his new bride, reaching out to pull her into his lap. "Five more minutes, darlin'," Mark rumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. He could smell her and pulled her against him, burying his face in her hair. "Mmm…" Maybe another ten, he could grope his wife a little while he woke up.

Marlize had changed out of her wedding dress, with the help of the flight attendant, since Mark had zonked out and he hadn't bothered changing out of his attire due to how tired he was. She didn't want to disturb him and the flight attendant was more than happy to assist once they were in the air. She had a simple blush sundress that was spaghetti-strapped and hugged her curves in a flowing way with white sandals on her feet.

"Mark," She smiled while gliding her fingers through the top of his hair since it was still braided back, enjoying being in his arms like this. "My handsome husband, we have to buckle up because the plane is getting ready to land. You have to let me go." He grumbled something incoherent, tightening his hold on her and Marlize chuckled, leaning down to softly kiss him. "Come on, we're almost wherever you're surprising me for our honeymoon. You gotta wake up."

One hazy eye popped open at that and it moved over her face, then downward, the other eye slowly following suit. "You look good." He yawned, raising a hand to cover his mouth and letting her go at the same time. Mark watched as she moved to her seat to fasten herself back in, having himself a nice stretch before doing the same. "You get any rest?" He really hoped she had, though, given it was Marlize, he doubted it. He was a bit amused when she shook her head, following her gaze out the small window as they began their descent. Those were beautiful blue ocean waves sparkling back at them. "Any idea where we are?" He asked softly, reaching over to hold his hand out to hers, smiling when she slid hers into his and squeezed gently.

"Somewhere tropical, but that's all I can tell."

Marlize's heart was full as she smiled back at him with glittering pale blues, feeling his thumb caress her hand. He brought her back to the ocean, where he knew she loved to be, and she couldn't wait to actually feel the ocean breeze on her face. It'd been months since she had to leave Hawaii behind, along with the ocean, and Marlize honestly didn't know if she'd ever see it again.

"You've got a little time before the plane is going to land, do you want to change into something more comfortable like I did?" Mark looked down at himself and then at her, nodding. "Come on, you have about 20 minutes before we land and your bag is in the back."

Accepting a soft kiss from him, he left to go do that and Marlize looked out the window again, feeling nervous suddenly. Seven years without sex…would she even be good at it anymore? There was no way Mark had stayed celibate all that time, not like her, and Marlize immediately pushed that thought in the far recesses of her mind, staring down at her beautiful wedding and engagement rings.

I still can't believe the incredible wedding Aunt Linda and he put together. I know it was mostly for show and the kids, but Mark is doing things that make me believe it was more than that. The wedding song they danced to came to mind, for example, and now…now he had brought her to a tropical paradise for their honeymoon that was right on the ocean. He's such a hard man to read, it's frustrating sometimes.

Mark was purposely masking himself because he was a little wary. He had let a lot show today, or was it yesterday? They had been in the air for a while, he was losing track of time already. She had to know those personal little touches were from him, it wasn't like he was buddy-buddy with Linda when it came to the private details of his heart. There was nothing hard to read about small, intricate details that meant something to Marlize; if anything, it should have broadcast things loud and clear. He had cared enough back then to pay attention and he cared enough now to still remember those things, as well as try giving them to her, remind her of them.

When he came back out, she looked deep in thought. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just…thinking about the incredible wedding we just had only hours ago." She could've lied and used the kids as an excuse, but Marlize didn't want to do that. I'm also nervous about having sex with him again.

She felt him sit down beside her again and once again took her hand, their fingers laced together. Without realizing it, they were both holding back because they didn't know how the other felt, even though they had teased each other sexually earlier in the day. Mark in the morning with his finger and Marlize with a passionate kiss in the limousine while stroking him through his dress pants.

"Mr. and Mrs. Calaway, this is your captain speaking and we'll be landing in just a few minutes in Montego Bay, Jamaica. Please fasten your seatbelts for the landing."

Mark brought her to the Caribbean?! "You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" Grinning, she leaned over and passionately kissed him, her way of telling him how much she appreciated where he took her for their honeymoon.

Buckling up, Marlize watched the beautiful ocean get closer and closer as they flew over it, landing at the airport about ten minutes later. An hour later, they were in a limousine headed to their honeymoon bungalow, which was right on the ocean. It even had stairs leading down into the ocean itself and was completely open. Very private, too, Mark made sure of it. They would have their own island paradise and he had nixed the butler service available, just wanting it to be the two of them.

Marlize was in awe the moment they pulled up to the bungalow, stepping out of the car as the sun shined down on them, lifting her shades she had put on to set them on top of her head. They were right on the ocean! She immediately took her sandals off and began squishing her toes in the sand, spinning around in circles with her hands lifted in the air, inhaling the ocean breeze. How she missed it and this place reminded her a lot of the island, only it wasn't a cabin, it was a beautiful, luxurious bungalow that had everything they could possibly need and want inside.

Strolling slowly after her, after he had removed his own sandals, Mark had changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt on the plane, aware he'd die in a monkey suit in Jamaica. "Look," He pointed with the hand that wasn't holding his shoes. "See how far the rock goes out?" It was on the other side of the bungalow, and he watched as she stopped to look. "You can fish from it, properly fish." The way she liked it, too; there was even a comfortable chair all ready for her. Mark had arranged the necessary licenses, and the gear had been included. She looked so happy, he couldn't help grinning. Moments like this, when Marlize was completely unguarded and relaxed, were when he loved her the most.

"Really?!" This was going to be the best honeymoon ever! Marlize knew it was probably stupid to be excited about fishing, but she hadn't done it in so long in the ocean. The lake Mark had on his property was all well and fine, but NOTHING compared to ocean fishing. "This is…I don't even have words. I will say that this is possibly the softest sand I've ever felt before in my life, even more so than Hawaii." She was grinning as well, the smile on her face not able to be wiped away. "Come on, show me everything, dear husband of mine." Taking his hand, they headed inside the bungalow, which was spectacular in itself.

There was a small kitchen with a veranda of sorts that overlooked the ocean, two chairs out there to lounge in, a sitting area with a huge flat screen television and an L-shaped couch that looked very clean and comfortable. It had two other rooms, but the master bedroom was the only one they cared about since it was just them. There it was, a king-sized four-poster bed with a basket on top of it, welcoming the newlywed couple to the Caribbean, and inside the room itself was another jacuzzi as well, just off in the corner far enough away from the bed to where they wouldn't soak everything. The master bathroom had a garden tub along with a see-through huge shower that had a waterfall spray instead of the standard shower.

"This was so nice of them to gift us this." She murmured, taking the basket off the bed and set it on the nearby dresser while Mark set their belongings down while looking over everything himself.

Then the realization suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks – they were completely alone and isolated, it was just the two of them with no children, and Marlize felt those butterflies erupt in her stomach all over again.