Trials and Tribulations
AN - WARNING! Yeah, this chapter is kinda rated M...I think...yeah, M to be safe. So DON'T read if you are sensitive to M material. Also, in this chapter, the POV changes. You can probably guess who is speaking and when.
That's all I have to say.
I have seen many photos of St. Lucia but none of them do the real thing any justice at all. I have heard that the Caribbean is beautiful, but I never expected this.
The view as the coach took us to our hotel was made even morestunning by the fact that the sun was setting. And you haven't seen a sunset until you've seen a Caribbean sunset.
"Wow..." I said. I heard soft laughter from beside me, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the ribbons of red and gold that stretched out across the horizon. Even though the sight beside me was so much better. But the sight beside me is now available twenty-four seven. Much to my delight.
"You picked the right place," Jesse told me, squeezing my hand. My hand happened to be resting on my thigh, so his fingers lightly brushed my skin as he did this. Needless to say, I squirmed a little in my seat from the effect this small action had on me. I guess it didn't help that I wore a dress which hiked up to mid-thigh when I sat down.
To my surprise, Jesse's hand did not move when he touched the bare skin of my thigh. Then I remembered...we are married. I smiled as the realisation hit me. We are married. No more cold showers for Suze. No more holding back for Jesse, either. I have been waiting for this day for so long.
The coach finally pulled up to our hotel at about 9pm. The sunhad almost completely set and the white walls of the hotel were bathed in orange light. It looked so...romantic. Everything did to me today.
Jesse placed his hand in mine and together we carried our luggage up to our room (after checking in, of course).
I have to say it again.
We are so coming back here for every significant anniversary. The room is incredible. The walls are white (a bad colour for me) and the cream bed sheets match the sofa in the second part of the room. Yes, the second part of the room! Thereis the bedroom, then thereis the room you enter when you walk through the door. The first room was also painted white, with a cream sofa and huge light brown curtains covering screen doors which led to a balcony with the most amazing view ever. I can't describe how beautiful it really is, but you could see the mountains and all the way out to sea. I could see the sun sinking into the horizon far more clearly here than I could on the coach.
If this wasn't good enough, I suddenly felt a pair of muscular arms wrap themselves around me. They were closely followed by lips that gently caressed the skin of my throat. I leaned my head back until it rested on his shoulder and moaned to show him how he was making me feel.
"Te amo, querida," he whispered. I pulled away from him.
I didn't think that anyone would be able to see through our glass doors, but I wasn't taking the risk. The last thing I wanted was to share this moment with the rest of the Caribbean.
"So...we are speaking Spanish now, are we?" I teased, moving to close the heavy curtains. He replied by saying something else in Spanish. I didn't know what it was, but it sounded...well...hot. There is no other word to describe it.
When the damn curtains were finally closed, I felt his arms around me again. But this time they lifted me up and he began to carry me to the bedroom. Wow. Screw the damn view, this was amazing. You have no idea how many times I have dreamt about this. Him carrying me in those strong, muscular arms and then laying me gently onto the soft matress. And he did this time. As opposed to just dumping me onto the bed like he did that time my Jimmy Choos mauled my feet.
He barely gave enough time for my body to breathe before he covered it with his own.
Usually, I hate being trapped, but somehow I liked this. The way he pressed himself into me whilst bracing himself so as not to crush me.
But instead of kissing me all romantically, he let his lips hover above mine for a few seconds before laughing and saying "It was a long flight, you must be hungry" then pushing himself to his feet.
I lay there in utter disbelief.
He did not just do that...
As he walked away, he threw me a rather cheeky smile over his shoulder. I just sat there and fumed.He was right everytime he said that I was not the only one who could tease.
Once my anger and frustration had subsided, I wandered out to meet him and found him standing by the bar (bar! I'm not even twenty-one yet!), drink in hand.
"Drink?" He asked me, signalling to a bottle of wine he had obviously just opened. He couldn't be serious. Could he?
"Um...Jesse, I'm only eighteen," I reminded him. He simply shrugged and proceeded to pour me a glass of the sparkling liquid.
"So is the legal drinking age here," he said, holding out the glass. I took it from him with a smile on my face. I can't believe that he is letting me drink alcohol, even if the legal drinking age in St. Lucia is eighteen. Jesse has always been wary of my alcohol consumption ever since the time Adam raided his mom's liquor cabinet on the night of CeeCee's eighteenth birthday party. I don't remember much from that night, only that I threw up all over Jesse's bathroom. Yes, all over his bathroom. And if you are wondering why I was at Jesse's, he dragged me home after my second collision with CeeCee's sliding glass doors. Needless to say, not a single drop of alcohol has passed my lips since that day. Until now, of course.
So you can see why I won't lie and say that I have never consumed alcohol before.
"Besides," Jesse continued. "It is champagne. And I believe that you drink champagne when you are celebrating. And aren't we celebrating our marriage?" He smiled at me once more and I melted again.
I took a swig of the champagne and ended up spluttering as the bubbles tickled the back of my throat. Suddenly, memories of that fateful party came flooding back.
Jesse didn't even help. He just stood there laughing as I tried to shake off the sudden headache that had come over me.
I guess that's what I get for drinking alcohol too fast.
When I saw the funny side and started laughing myself, Jesse took my arm and guided me to the sofa. I fell down on it with enough force to send one of the pillows bouncing onto the floor.
"I'm sorry," I replied between chuckles. "Today has been...intense."
"It has," Jesse agreed. "I certainly never expected your grandmother's gift."
I laughed in agreement.
My grandmother had surprised us all by presenting us with the keys to a two-bedroomed apartment in Carmel. She even brought pictures with her, and it's huge! And beautiful, and furnished. I couldn't believe it. Especially when she told me that she drew half the money out of a bank account my father had set up with the understanding that it would go to pay towards my wedding. When she discovered that my mom and Andy were paying for the whole thing as their present, she decided to buy an apartment for us with the money. We are moving in the day after we return.
"Today was amazing," he informed me, nuzzling my neck. It was an amazing sensation and almost elicited a moan from me, but I decided not to give him the satisfaction. I wanted to make him squirm before I gave into him. Sadly, judging by the tingling in my lower regions, I would be the one doing the squirming.
"What do you want to do now?" He asked, his breath warm against my skin. "We could unpack."
I could feel his lips twist into a smile. Of course, he was joking. I felt like playing along with his little game, but I was beginning to wonder if us females have a downstairs brain. If we do, mine has taken over. The only unpacking I will be doing tonight will be the unpacking of the three packs of condoms hastily shoved into my hand luggage after their purchase at the duty free. What? I didn't know how many we would need! All I know is that I panicked upon realising that we had left the packet purchased in advance in Jesse's living room (we had returned to his apartment after the reception into change into our travelling clothes).
"Well," I replied, putting on the most seductive voice I could manage. Which probably meant that I sounded like Garth from Wayne's World. "It is our wedding night."
Jesse shifted his position so that he was practically on top of me, his lips still working their magic on my neck.
"Pray tell, what one is supposed to do on their wedding night?" He asked, his voice sounding effortlessly seductive. I really need to get him to teach me how to do that.
"Well," I replied, breathing becoming increasingly difficult. "We...we could...oh!"
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his lips landed in the dip in my collarbone. Suddenly I was more aware of my body than usual. I knew what it wanted and I knew that it wanted it now.
He picked me up once again and carried me back to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed once more and then covering my body with his.
And this time he didn't pull away.
He sucked lightly on my bottom lip as his hand landed in the crook of my knee, pulling my leg up so that he could push himself further into me. I sighed and he smiled into the kiss, his hand beginning to wander north.
"Nombre de..." He gasped, his voice heavy with passion as his hand brushed up my thigh, his fingers brushing gently against my underwear. I thanked all that was holy that Gina had insisted on the 'something old, something new...' thing. The 'something new' had been purchased at Victoria's Secret. Need I say any more?
I could not think of this for too long because his lips began to move lower and lower and the feeling...well, down below...yeah, that...it began to intensify. He moved his hands to my hips and he pulled them up so that he was able to slide his hands underneath me. I did not realise what he was doing until his hand began to move towards the zip of my dress. Oh. He made damn sure that I felt his fingers dance along my back, and my hips involuntarily shot up. Not that they got far; his hard body pressed down against mine, restricting my movement. Then suddenly, his hands were gone.
My grasp of the English language is sound, yet I find difficulty in choosing words to describe the way I feel. If this is what I have been missing, then I have been a fool to wait so long.
She knew. Do not ask me how, but somehow she knew what we were missing. She tried to tell me so many times, but I did not listen.
I sure was listening now. I heard every moan that came forth from her lips, every sigh that she made as my hands explored her creamy skin. I could not believe that I was making her feel this way.
I was able to kiss her with a hunger that I had held back for the past two years.
My hands rested on the bottom of her dress. It is a beautiful dress. It hangs so well on her. But tonight...it would have to go. I gently lifted it up over her head and threw it to the side. I did not see where it landed. I didn't care.
While I was momentarily distracted, she pressed her hands against my chest. I shuddered from the pleasure this caused. This is too much.
I pressed myself back into her so that she could torment me no more.
Thankfully his hands were not AWOL forever. They continued their work by pulling my dress over my head and throwing it across the room. I felt like complaining - this is one of my favourite dresses we are talking about here! - but I remembered why it is currently lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. And I suddenly didn't give a damn about the time it would take for me to iron the creases out.
Especially when his lips began their journey south. And let me tell you, if I thought that his hands felt good against my skin, they were nothing compared to his lips and the feather-light kisses that he left. Despite the fact that I lay there in my underwear, I was beginning to burn up. And as far as I could tell, so was Jesse.
So, I did what seemed fitting...I slowly began to unbutton his shirt, allowing my fingers to brush lightly against his bare chest. The groan this elicited from him told me that he liked it.
As soon as the shirt went, I turned my attention to his jeans. But my fingers had barely grasped the top button when his hand covered mine.
"It's fine, Querida, I can manage," he told me. Oh no, he didn't.
"Jesse, I want to do this," I told him. "It's half the fun, now move your hands."
But Mr. Stubborn refused to comply. His hands remained over mine, even when I jerked them in a futile attempt to break free. One look at his face told me why he was being like this. So I laughed. He didn't want me to undo his jeans because he was afraid that I would...well, brush up against something slightly more sensitive than his chest.
"If you don't move your hands," I warned, attempting to sound serious despite being seriously...well, aroused. "I will make you wait until our first anniversary."
This, of course, was a hollow threat, but I knew that he wouldn't be willing to risk it.
It was amazing how quickly his hands moved to my back. I smiled in satisfaction as I rid him of the restricting denim article. Now all that remained was our underwear. And despite the thin layer of material between us, I could feel how ready he was. So I fell back down onto the bed and allowed him to take control once more.
His lips continued their quest as his hands fiddled with the clasp on my bra. Amazingly, he managed to get it undone and soon it was another article of clothing on the ever-growing pile on the floor. I noticed that he had paused for a moment once the lacy undergarment had been cast aside, but he soon recovered and his lips began to explore the area that had, until now, been covered by expensive lingerie.
A moan was ripped from me and his soft lips gently moved against my sensitive skin. That downstairs feeling returned with a vengeance and I felt my hips rise up again. But they didn't get far. His tongue swept across my breast, circling the extra-sensitive centre and sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. I had to bite back another moan when his lips finally landed where my body so desperately wanetd them to.
He then tore his lips away from...well...there...and brougt them up to meet my own.
It is amazing how much the feelings between us have changed since we exchanged our vows. And it was in a good way. I have heard a lot of people say that marriage takes the love out of the relationship, that it is the highest level a couple can get to. But they were all so wrong. Because when he kissed me like he was doing now, I felt all the love he held for me and it sure as hell was no teenage crush. It was the real thing. It felt so good to know that someone I love with so much passion not only reciprocates my feelings, but matches them. I could actually feel tears in my eyes from the love he was pouring into this kiss.
When he broke off, I was almost heartbroken.
"I love you," I gasped, blinking to disguise my tears. He smiled at me and lowered his head so that his lips were brushing against my ear.
"I love you, too," he whispered, his fingers tugging down on my underwear.
This is really happening!
His underwear didn't stay on his body for too long, and soon we were both as naked as each other. My arm shot out and my hand desperately grabbed for the condoms, but al my fingers met with was thin air and the lamp. After laughing at this, Jesse reached out and took the box himself, selecting one packet and ripping it open.
I don't really know what happened next, only that once it was over his lips met mine once again.
"Are you ready?" He asked. "I don't want to hurt you."
I smiled at this. Even when he is hovering over me, completely naked, he is still a gentleman.
"Ready," I choked out. I knew that he would hurt me anyway. Not purposefully, of course, but CeeCee had told me that the first time is painful. Although she assured me that it was not as painful as people said. But tonight it was about me and him, not the pleasure.
...well, alright, not completely about the pleasure...
But she was right. It was painful. And the first thought that crossed my mind as he gently eased himself into me was 'I hope this doesn't hurt as much for him.' Yeah, I'm in pain and all I can think about is how he is feeling. But that's love for you.
I can say this, though...it was incredible, despite the pain and discomfort. He held me during the whole act and whispered soothing Spanish words to me. I even started to cry at one point. Not huge sobs, but I felt a tear or two trickle down onto the pillow benath my head. They weren't because of the pain, like Jesse had thought. They were because of the emotional effect of what we were doing. OnceI informed my husband of this, he pressed his lips against my cheek and continued to move.
But, like I said, the pain took priority, despite numbing somewhat after a minute or so. But I wasn't disappointed. It wasn't like I was expecting anything physically amazing the first time. But the emotional effect was more powerful than I ever could have imagined.
It didn't take long for him to shudder and then collapse onto the bed beside me.
After a quick fumble beneath the quilt and a well-aimed throw, the condom landed silently in the waste bin. Once that was done, he moved closer to me and I could feel the heat radiating off his moist body. It was almost uncomfortable, yet I found myself moving into him and resting my headon his chest. Usually sweat repluses me. Like when Dopey has been working out then squelches into the kitchen for some cold water. Its enough to make a girl hurl. But I didn't mind Jesse's. Probably because I was quite damp myself. They weren't kidding when they said that sex is the best form of exercise.
Jesse lightly kissed my forehead before letting his head fall back against the pillows. We lay there in silence while I absent-mindedly traced invisible patterns on his chest. We were both breathing heavily, yet neither of us spoke a word. We were too afraid to ruin the moment. Instead, we allowed sleep to take us. I know for a fact that my smile did not fade with my conciousness.
Tonight was amazing, there was no doubt about that. And it was just the start of an amzing life. For us...together...against all odds. It's cheesy I know, but hey...I'm in love.
As I drifted into the dreamworld, I heard myself humming the tune to a song that so perfectly summed up tonight...
"Sleepwalker seducing me, I dare to enter your ecstacy, Lay yourself now down to sleep, In my dreams you're mine to keep..."
AN - I hope that wasn't too bad :). It was my first attempt at anything like that... So be nice, hehe.
Yeah, so I'm rewriting the first chapter to my next story to improve it. It's about 50 done so expect it within the week. It's called Something Wicked (like I mentioned last chapter) and you don't have to read this or OTG to read it...it will either be in the horror/romance or horror/supernatural section...I will rate it T to start off with and see how we go from there.
Now I want to say a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thank you to all of my reviewers and everyone who has been with me since I started OTG. You guys seriously rock! I can't believehow many reviews i got for the last two chapters, so come on...let's try to top that, lol. It's your last chance to review.
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