Standing on the balcony on the spring evening, heat met heat. The sweltering 98 degree temperatures of early May refused to relinquish its hold and the heat lingered in the gentle breeze, adding to the warmth he felt from his romantic exchange with his wife and the black silk pajamas. As she slowly unbuttoning the top two buttons of his pajama top, Malan Hamel felt a broad smile spread across his lips.
Her slim curved body arched against his in a perfect fit; enforcing what he already believed: God had purposely paired them together. The light musky scent of his cologne and aftershave filled her nostrils with his essence as her lips trailed wet nibbles along his neck. Her fingertips gently stroked his neck to his tie with deft expertise and certainty she freed the material, pulling it apart and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his pajama shirt. Hanging off his shoulders, his shirt lightly flapped in the breeze. His bride's hand traveled all over his muscular chest.
Gently pulling her into him, he closed his eyes and kissed her. Her lips, soft, warm and wet, filled him with spirals of ecstasy. Her sweet rose petal lips pressed against the firm, moist masculine surface of his mouth with passion, and he savored every tasty inch from her delicious dish. Lathal's tongue flicked into his mouth like licks of flame, deepening their exchange. A husky, soft gasp filled with need and desire resounded like a lion smelling its prey nearby.
Tonight was a new chapter in their lives. They’d been bound by matrimony and that union would be complete when the two became one. This was the moment they had looked forward to for so long, when they would solidify the true love they felt and take their relationship to the final step by making love on their wedding night.
Malan's needing mouth drifted across her cheek, along the curve of her oval face, along her jaw line, down to her throat. His lips danced like butterfly wings across her cool, creamy skin. An audible gasp escaped her lips as Lathal leaned back, her hair cascading like a waterfall, letting his lips ravish her. Excitement tingled throughout her body. He always made her feel sexy and beautiful. This beloved man treated her like a queen, her every wish was his command as he submitted to her demands.
She was breathless as her husband slowly pulled his lips away and adoringly looked at his wife. The young actor wondered how he got to be this lucky. How did it happen that he'd find himself standing here blissfully married to Lathal Harvey?
He knew when he first laid eyes on Lathal in high school all those years ago that she'd be his. But his shyness and fear of rejection kept him from asking her out when they were teens. Just as they started getting to know each other, Lathal's father was stationed in Germany. Malan didn't think that their paths would ever cross again. But fate played its hand.
They attended the same college in a suburb in central Texas, graduating in December. He vowed not to let her get away this time, and he hadn’t.
A soft glow highlighted her eyes as her eyes traced his frame as if memorizing it. Her eyes flirted with the tent he had in his pajama pants; her body trembled with exhilarating pricks racing across the light colored hairs on her fair skin. His bulging sex made her feel alive, nice and all woman, but would she be able to handle him?
Gently pulling her into him, his fingers brushed across the strap of her sapphire blue lingerie gown on her shoulders. The firm round mound of her right breast was exposed and her slim figure seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. She always took his breath away but tonight she was more beautiful than he remembered. He gave her a gentle meaningful smile in return and murmured to reassure her unspoken concerns. “I won’t hurt you.”
Her smile was warm and loving. Her bluish-green eyes glittered like diamonds.
“I know,” she whispered, gliding toward him with the grace of a ballerina.“It’s just that we’ve waited so long for this moment.” For a moment, she reflected on the joys, tears, and struggles they’d experienced in the last four years but here they were standing together in this moment. This was the best moment of their lives -- tonight was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Are you kidding?” asked the newly married man leaned against the steel railing of the balcony. Her lack of self-confidence and denial of her beauty mystified him. Did she have any idea how he’d been fantasying and wanting to make love to her all day? In the last year he’d had some rather racy fancies about making love with her that had resulted in frequent wet dreams.
At that moment he ached with passion and need for her. He hadn’t helped matters with their tonsil hockey make out session in his car after they’d wed in the church. Later his arousal had intensified when they’d snuck a moment of privacy in her bedroom at the reception.
Expelling a heavy sigh, her reservation sparked his uncertainty. Doubt flickered in his brown eyes and he shifted his gaze to the starry sky that expanded over the town, focusing on the specks of the light on the buildings on the nearby college campus. “What if I,” his low masculine voice inquired as her hands slid beneath his elbows. “Can’t satisfy you?”
Her mouth twisted into amused knots as she slowly pulled him close to her. There was only a small breathing space between them as her sweet ribbons gently tasted his. In a flurry his hands moved around her body, he grabbed her head, his fingers clawing through the long blonde strands of her hair, as he pressed his mouth against hers with full force. His fingertips caressed her breast and piqued nipple; she moaned as she shuddered feeling the rain dew between her thighs. Her graceful caress roved along his thigh, caressing the peak in his pants; his passionately groaned, “Lathal.”
Kissing him softly and slowly, she purred into his ears. “Are you ready for bed, Husband?”
A thrill shot through him upon hearing his new role in her life. His affectionate gaze locked on his wife, her body showing signs of desire for him; he nodded. Locking his lips on hers, he carefully picked her up. Lathal giggled as he carried her across the threshold. The sheets on the bed had already been turned down.
The soft glow of the tall white votive candles scented with vanilla on the night stands cast a rose-colored glow as Malan gently laid her on the bed. Kneeling beside her, his lips gently brushed against her sweet petals. His hands felt slightly rough as they roved over her taunt breasts. Her delicate fingers removed his pajama top and chucked it aside, stroking his bare chest. Next they tiptoed down his chest and navel to his waist, slipping beneath his night garment, and before stroking his aroused sex she hesitated.
His hand that had cradled her neck now glided curving around her check, the tips stroking her skin. Love and concern swam in his dark eyes. He had a sixth sense about things, particularly when it came to her. He always knew if something was wrong or bothering her. “Lathal, talk to me.” The source of her riveted attention brought a light coloring flushed her cheeks; he realized what the problem was. “I promise,” he quietly reminded her, a weary note in his voice. “I won’t hurt you.”
“I…” She adverted her eyes. “... I don’t know how to do this.”
His thumb pressed hard under her jaw raising her eyes to his. “I don’t either,” he softly confessed, reaching for her hands and giving them a reassuring squeeze, “but we’ll learn together. Okay?”
His touch and comforting presence reassured her. Her fingers brushed over his wedding ring and felt a lumpy bulge in his clutched hand.
“What’s this?” Lathal queried.
His eyes quickly darted to the bottle of lotion he held. He’d bought at Heffner’s, an adult store in a seedy part of town. “Uhh…”
“You don’t need this,” she quietly chided him tossing the lotion over her shoulder. With a graceful maneuver, she stood, slid her other lingerie gown strap off her shoulder letting her gown flutter like a colorful butterfly mobile to the ground. His eyes worship each sensuous, shapely curve of her body.
Crawling like a lion on the prowl, she brought her lips to his devouring both his breath and savoring his essence. Slipping her hand into his pajama bottoms, lovingly caressing his manhood; his hands caressed her swollen mounds, her nipples perked up beneath his hand. Her tongue licked his neck and ears; his heart soared as his passion increased as his mouth suckled her breasts. Malan's fingers touched the hot, wet spot of her feminine essence. “Oh my God, Malan,” she gasped, her longing and pleasure apparent in her voice.
Her fingers caressed the small of his back near his spine, and Malan arched his back, bringing her closer to his body, so she could feel his stirring organ brushing against her leg. A combination of teeth and lips grazed her ears, his voice a raspy whisper, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
She gently guided his hips, moving him on top of her. While he didn't mind being on top, that wasn't what he wanted. He smoothly twisted his body, placing himself beneath her. He murmured, "I’d liked it if you're on top, Lathal."
It didn't matter to her. Right now she was so hot and needed him so badly that she'd take him anyway she could get him.
Her taunt breasts grazed his chest as he gently slid himself inside her. She slowly and seductively gyrated her hips. He was inexorably gentle with her.
“Malan,” she panted in a seductive purr. His fingers stroked down the curves of her hips to the V of her nether region, brushing her soft intimate folds.
From her lips poured repetitive passionate animal sounds as she moaned, “Malan, you feel so good”; she rocked her body a little more quickly. Her hair cascaded down her back, her back arched and she rode his stick. Breathless, her fingers clutched his shoulders. “More. Malan. Inside me.” These loving declarations, along with her excitement and heat answered the doubts and questions he had about satisfying her that he had.
He gently plunged his throbbing, pulsating manhood inside her; her legs tightened around his waist as she rode the high tide. Mouths flew like fireflies to flame as they joined in an elaborate, intimate slow dance.
Her fingertips raked through the waves of his hair, she nipped lovingly at his ear.
Aching to touch her, he rained kisses over inch of her body. His movements were slow, tender and gentle even though the urgency and need he felt he wanted to take her fast and hard. He had to restrain himself because it was their first time and he didn’t want to hurt her.
Slipping off his manhood for a moment, her lips brushed down his chest. She softly kissed the inside of his thighs, licking and sucking on his manhood. Her tongue flicked over the tip of his erection in seductive caresses.
Aroused even more, he gasped passionately as he writhed excitedly beneath her. His hands caressed the swell of her breasts as he felt the heat and wetness of her womanhood on his leg. He seductively slid his hand down her thigh; his fingers stroked her wet womanhood.
She panted, her noises heavily laden with desire and love. "Malan, I want you inside me."
Willingly obliging her, he slid himself inside her. She was so wet and ready and so was he as he rode her harder and faster. He moaned softly, "Lathal! Our lovemaking …” The rest of his comment died as their lips feasted on each other.
Her long blonde hair cascaded around her face and shoulders as she bucked on top of him like a wild horse riding across the prairie. He just couldn't get enough of her, so he thrust himself deeper and deeper within her. He was very close to his zenith.
She felt this. Tightening her womanhood around his manhood, she quickened the rhythm of her gyrating hips. She purred sweetly, "Malan, make me."
He mumbled with pleasure, desire and passion as he ejaculated inside her.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," she canted, having her orgasm.
Satisfied, sated and complete, they lay spent.
Wrinkled, tangled sheets. The glow of passion still showed on their naked bodies intertwined in the bed.
His bare leg crossed over hers. His right hand rested on her cool stomach. Her left hand covered his right while her right lay on his left thigh.
Even though the thick navy blue curtain hanging in front of the large balcony window blocked out the sunlight of the new day, she stirred in the midst of pleasant dreams and consciousness. A repetitive thudding resounded through her head. She tried to ignore it, convincing herself the sound was merely a dream, but it didn't subside.
Shifting, she slowly opened her eyes, finding him, her husband, lying naked beside her. He wore a content, dreamy expression on his face; her fingertips stroked his face and she smiled as they grazed the stubble on his chin. Smiling her lips lightly grazed the rough surface.
Then as her fingers traced a line from his chest to his stomach because even though she had intimate knowledge of him now she still wanted to familiarize herself more with her lover and husband. She gazed at his right hand, bearing his wedding band, laying flat on her stomach. It hadn't been a dream that they were married, or that they'd made love on their wedding night.
Her fingers played with his wavy brown hair; she laid her head on his shoulder. Not that she hadn't believed that; her fingers trailed down his chest to his stomach and navel. Their marriage and their intimate interlude had been so perfect that both had seemed like a fairy tale, but it was very real. It was a dream come true for both of them.
His grip tightened on her shoulder. He mumbled with contentment.
Smiling, she snuggled close to him, wanting to sleep with him for a few more hours. Just as she was drifting off, the annoying knocking at what sounded like their room's door started again. At first, she told herself she was imagining it was at their door. But the thudding got louder and more demanding. A disembodied foreign female voice softly announced, "Housekeeping."
Okay, so she hadn't imagined it. She glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand that read: 7:30 a.m. They didn't have to check out till noon, and they hadn't asked for a wakeup call. It was too early for the hotel staff to be bothering them; it was too early to be dealing with a nuisance like this.
He looked so cute and sweet that she really almost hated to wake him up. Personally, she didn’t want to deal with it so it left her no choice. She lightly kissed his lips.
"Mmm," he murmured with pleasure. He moved his hand from her stomach to her cheek, kissing her with drowsy emotion which quickly evolved into passion. She felt his desire growing as well, and while she wanted to oblige him she needed him to take care of a little problem first.
"Malan," she said gently.
"Lathal," he said tenderly. Hearing the demanding knocking at the door of their room, he looked at her. "What's that?"
"I think it's housekeeping," she told him.
Glancing at the alarm clock, he groaned softly, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Malan, will you take care of it," she requested, adding. "Please?"
Why couldn't she do it? He supposed it was part of the promises he'd made in his wedding vows to her to answer the door at 7:30 on a Sunday morning, especially when he'd rather stay in bed with her.
"All right," he sighed, regretfully dragging himself out of bed.
Her eyes, filled with desire and passion, swept appreciatively down his naked body. "You're not going to the door like that, are you?"
Shyly adverting his eyes, he picked up his discarded pajamas on the floor. After he'd put on the pajamas bottoms, she playfully snaked her hands inside. She lovingly caressed his erection.
"Lathal," he whispered, kissing her passionately, wishing he could come back to bed and make love to her.
"Housekeeping," the disembodied foreign female voice announced banging on the door louder and harder.
"I'm coming," he told the pesky hotel maid as he put on his pajama top.
"No, you're not," she teased as she continued to fondle his erection.
Her playful gesture caused her to lose grip on the sheet covering her breasts. The white covering fluttered away and the rosy piqued nipples stood at attention emphasizing that she was just as aroused as he was. Now he really wanted to get back into bed and make love to her. He chided her softly, "Lathal, this isn't helping."
"Pooh," she said disappointedly as he stopped her from playing with him.
"I won't be long," he explained, kissing her. "Then you can play with me all you want."
She slunk down, hiding beneath the sheets, as he made his way to the door, where the hotel maid kept calling, "Housekeeping."
He ran his hand through his disheveled brown hair before opening the door. A married Latino woman, clad in a gray dress uniform with a white apron around her waist, said in a strong accent. "Housekeeping."
"This isn't a good time," he told her. "Can you come back later?"
She stared with interest at the evident aroused state of his manhood. Sensing this, he adverted his eyes shyly as he shifted to hide the tattle tale part of his anatomy.
The maid showed him the door sign that read: Maid, clean room immediately. "I found this on your door."
"It's not ours. See?" He pulled the same door sign that had been hanging on their side of the doorknob all night. "I think some kids might have been playing around in the hallways and put it on our door."
The maid treated his claim dubiously. "My supervisor gave me orders that this room needed to be cleaned at this time this morning. If I don’t clean it, Senor, I’ll get fired. You won’t want that, would you?"
Sighing, he didn’t want her to lose her job. "I’m sure there must be some mistake," he said, leaning against the wall of the room. "We were told we didn't have to check out until noon. We were told they'd clean the room after that."
"This isn't Room 313?" the maid asked.
"No, this is 316," he said pointing to the golden numbers displayed prominently on the door.
Embarrassment about her mistake flickered in the maid's brown eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he said quietly. "Don’t worry about it."
“Gracias. Dios te bendiga,” the maid said in Spanish as he closed and locked the door making his way back to bed.
Kneeling on the bed, she purposely exposed her naked breasts and sensual curves of her body, which had been hidden beneath the sheets. His broad smile revealed his pleasure in addition to his gaze appreciatively swept over her. She playfully applauded, "Bravo! Bravo! That was some performance."
He laughed appreciatively. Then he slowly removed his pajamas and climbed back into bed.
She looked at him, "What was that all about?"
He shook his head, "The maid mistakenly thought our room was supposed to be cleaned."
"You'd think that sort of thing wouldn't happen in a high class motel like The Lexington."
"I know," he said softly, touching her, feeling the heat of her body and desire, and her love. He lightly brushed his lips against her neck. He knew she felt the warmth and desire of his body, and his love against her.
"Well, good morning to you too," she teased, turning toward him and passionately pressing her lips on his.
He gently pulled her close to him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hungrily.
"I think I know what you want this morning," she said, lovingly caressing his erect manhood.
He writhed excitedly. She temptingly brushed her womanhood against his erection. He moaned with pleasure and deep love. Not only did he want her, he desperately needed her.
"Can't get enough of me, can you?" She whispered temptingly into his ears.
"No," he said, gently sliding himself inside her.
She looked deeply into his brown eyes. "Are you going to make love to me every morning?"
"I..." he murmured shyly. His hands fondled her breasts as he moved on top of her. "Lathal, I love you."
"I love you, Malan," she said meaningfully, loving her husband. "And please don't think I'm complaining or anything. It's just that I didn't think we were the type of couple who made love like rabbits for much of the week."
She was right. They were not like couples they'd talked to who claimed that they did it five to six times a week. But for right now he couldn't help -- or could he -- wanting or needing to make love to her. He supposed eventually how much he wanted and needed to make love to her would lessen over the course of their marriage. Honestly, he hoped it didn’t.
"I know. But this is something I could get used to. I like waking up beside you and sleeping with you. I love being married to you," he said passionately.
He lost himself in her eyes, in her, and vice versa as they made love. Their bodies and hearts intertwined as they soared together when they became one.
After making love early that morning, they'd fallen asleep in each other's arms for a few more hours.
Even though the dark colored curtain blocked most of it out, the sun made its presence known. It warmed their bodies as it woke them from their slumbers.
He shifted slightly beside her. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand that indicated they'd slept long enough.
Feeling his movement, she slowly opened her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Nine thirty," he said sitting up and stretching. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Can I join you?" She requested; her voice was both sexy and loving.
"Of course," he smiled, kissing her.
While washing, they caressed each other with the soap. Kissing passionately, they were soon making out heavily in the shower, wanting and needing each other.
He turned off the water. He carefully picked her up and carried her back to bed. The love and longing burned in her eyes as he gently slid himself inside her.
Her fingertips ran through his damp brown hair. She gracefully moved her soft touch, lightly stroking the droplets of water along his spine.
He arched his back, bringing her closer and thrusting himself more deeply within her. She rocked with pleasure and passion beneath him.
She softly teased. "What happened to the shy Malan Hamel I used to know?"
"He's still here," he said huskily. "But I think he's turned into a sex fiend."
She giggled. "I think so. This is twice within a few hours."
"Sorry," he said, pulling away.
"Don't stop," she kissed him. Her body moved in seductive and tempting manner, it was obvious that she hadn’t meant to discourage him.
He was aroused, and she knew it. She locked her legs around his butt. She was so wet as she gyrated sensually exciting him. So much so that he needed to take her. He closed his eyes as they made love.
"Babe," she said, increasing the pace and rhythm of their lovemaking to a demanding passionate crescendo. "You're going to have to make this a quickie because we don't have much time before we have to check out."
As he quickened his pace and rhythm, she panted heavily and so did he. She bucked like a bronco as he rode her harder and faster. She moaned as she came; he ejaculated inside her.
They kissed and held each other close for a few moments. Then they got up and got dressed as they had to check out by noon. After their gift opening that afternoon, they’d be staying at the Lexington for another night. On Monday she’d go to downtown government office complex that housed the passport office in order to get her passport changed so it showed her married name and then they’d travel to Dallas that evening they’d be taking a late evening international flight to Munich, Germany.
She grabbed her purse and hotel keys and he, his wallet and their baggage. He gazed at her invitingly, "Wanna have breakfast with me?"
She smiled affectionately at him. “We’ll have to squeeze it in after the 11 a.m. Mass.”
“That works for me,” he grinned kissing her. They’d promised Father Joe that he’d get a chance to see them before they left on their honeymoon.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders; she savored his love. “Don’t forget we have to be at the Johnson’s house at 2 this afternoon to open gifts.
"Right," he murmured. Sticking his hands in his khaki pants pockets, she linked her arms around his and they headed for the doorway. At that moment, he wished they could just spend the whole day alone together making love in bed instead of everything else they had to do.