“All the time I spent watching you over the last two years, all the dreams and plans I made to get you into my life could never compare to how incredible it feels to have you with me,” he told her gently. “You have exceeded everything I ever hoped for. I feel like a newborn babe, experiencing every day with you as though it were my first.” “Are you sure you’re not a romantic at heart?” she asked as tears of happiness and love began to fill her eyes.Creighton laughed, pressing his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he eagerly explored the dark recesses beyond. Their mouths molded together, their tongues battling and sparring against the other. He moaned deep in his throat then reluctantly pulled away, touching his forehead against hers.“This is why I never fully recover from our love making,” he told her, his voice echoing through the darkness. “You never give me a chance to regain my strength before you have me begging for more.”“You kissed me,” she demand
“You have never given me a reason not to trust you, Creighton, and I highly doubt you ever would.” “No, I wouldn’t,” he assured her, slipping her hand into the stretchy band and leaning over her, securing her wrists together between the rungs on the headboard. He sat back on his knees above her and smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?” he asked her, looking deep into her bright green eyes. “Not within the last twenty minutes,” she told him. “I must be slipping,” he said with a firm tone, his hands cupping her breasts, gently squeezing them with his palms as his forefinger and thumb began to pinch her nipples, tugging on them until they were hard and erect. He reached to the small pile of items awaiting them and took the nipple clamps, holding them up for her to see and smiled as she bit her bottom lip again. “We’ll use these very gently tonight,” he said. “I just want you sensitive, not sore.” “But I thought you wanted to love me until I couldn’t walk?” “Yes, but I d
Creighton continued to slowly massage her body with the soft buzzing sensation of the wand, pressing it upwards when he reached the opening of her vagina, the glass vibrator thrust further against her cervix. Sandra cried out again, struggling against the restraints holding her firm and relentless to the mattress. Her inability to move made the frustration and desire reach new heights and she heard herself scream out his name, her lungs heaving for air.His actions slowed for a few brief moments to allow her time to calm. The vibration inside her stopped, the ball of the wand moved to massage her inner thighs and she found her throat growing dry as she panted wildly for oxygen, beads of perspiration lay across her naked body like a damp sheet. She was amazed at how easily it was for her to experience such deep orgasms, over and over again.“Ready for more?” he asked, and she shook her head, smiling.“I need a drink first.” The humming of the wand ceased, and the glass tube was remove
Sandra woke the next morning and frowned, the room was still very dark, and she had no idea what time it was. Having no windows in the room certainly did make it easy to sleep. The soft sounds of her husband beside her made her smile, then cringe a little as she stretched her sore legs and arms. Being this man’s lover certainly made her realize how much she needed to strengthen her muscles, especially for encounters like their wedding night.She glanced up to the clock on the bedside table. It was ten after seven and she realized the reason she had woken so early. She moved the covers aside as carefully as she could, so not to wake Creighton, then padded barefoot and naked into the bathroom, feeling her way through the darkness. She closed the door quietly behind her and flipped on the switch, blinking her eyes to adjust to the light. After using the loo and brushing her teeth, Sandra realized she was now wide awake. Going back to bed would only cause her to toss and turn waiting for
“You are definitely getting braver,” he whispered. “I thought you liked clothing that was accessible?”“I do, very much and the thought of your bare bottom rubbing against that soft material all morning makes me hot as hell.” He slapped her backside and turned her toward the stairs, walking up them with his arm around her waist.“We don’t have time to play like you want,” she told him with a wide smile as they stepped into the bedroom. Creighton flipped on the switch near the door, bathing the room in a soft glow.“There’s enough time for one dance and a quick romp.” Sandra giggled, watching him unfasten his pants and pull his legs out as she sat on the edge of the bed.“So, you’re going to dance for me?” she teased, leaning back on her elbows. “I approve, sir.” Creighton kicked his pants and undershorts across the room, smiling seductively to her. “I could do that, but it wouldn’t have the same effect.”“It would for me,” she said with raised eyebrows. “If we are going to have a ma
“That’s one way to look at it.” They continued talking as they walked up the new driveway to the front of the house, the excitement of seeing so much improvement in such a short time shone in his dark eyes.“Will we still be able to move in when we get back from our honeymoon?” she asked.“Everything will be ready when we are. At least the major repairs are completed. There are still a few minor details left to finish though.”“Like what?”“Like paint, wallpaper, window covering, that sort of thing,” he answered.“I suppose we should find something to go with our two toasters.”“Maxine has a few ideas,” he said with a grin. “I’m sure she can find something to coordinate with the china and bath towels.”“Who is Maxine and why can’t we choose our own? We have some things from our trip to Paris and I’m sure even England has shops we can look at. If not, we can go back to Kansas, I have a full apartment worth of stuff in storage.”“Maxine is the designer who did my flat in Chelsea and in
“That’s a question that has yet to be answered. He blamed me for his losing his job, which was rightly so, since I approved his dismissal, but he was so stoned when the police caught him, he barely knew his own name. I guess he thinks I owe him for sending him to prison, but that too was the result of his own stupidity.”“Well, I can’t wait until your team catches him. A creep like that shouldn’t be on the streets.”“I don’t want you to worry about this,” he insisted. “We’ll find him and put him back where he belongs.”“I’m not worried. I trust you and I trust your people. Besides, my grandfather taught me to fight and to fire a gun, so I’m pretty sure I can defend myself.”“I have no doubt of that,” Creighton laughed, stepping up to the front porch of his parents’ house, holding the door open for her. “You have a lot of bottle.” “Irena,” Emma was saying as they entered the kitchen. “Go to the cellar and collect some preserves. Sabrina, you and Cathy go set the table. Derek, Andrew s
Irena stared at her mother, mouth agape as though she couldn’t understand why she was being punished.“You heard your mother,” William said in a soft, deep tone that warned her to obey immediately. Irena turned and stormed from the room, mumbling all the way up the stairs until the slamming of a door echoed through the house, assuring all that she had done as ordered.“Cathy, I am very sorry for what Irena said,” Emma began, apologizing for her daughter.“She meant no harm,” Sandra interjected, surprising even herself for her bravery. “She was merely defending me, and I appreciate it.”“As do I,” Creighton added quickly. “That being said, I think we should all consider getting things moving before the guests start arriving,” Nana insisted.“Yes, I agree,” Emma added, her tone filled with uncertainty. “Derek, go help Kristin with the children so she doesn’t overexert herself. Sabrina why don’t you show Sandra her outfit for the party and Andrew you can get changed at your brother’s ho