Title:   Honeymoon
Author:  Sue
susieqla@yahoo.com
Rating:  R
DESTRIBUTION:  Yes.
Category:  Vignette
Spoilers:  None
Summary:   Scenes from a geek's honeymoon.
Disclaimer: This story has its basis in the C.
Carter, 1013 realm, FOX.  Arianna is my fictional
person.



Honeymoon


Manchebo Beach Resort
Oranjestad, Aruba, Dutch Caribbean
Cabana 113
1:00 A.M. (89 degrees)


His bathing trunks, her bikini bottom and top lie
in a tangle not far from the shower stall.  The
small, sweetly-decorated bathroom is belching
steam, non-stop; the shower stall runneth over.
The air is saturated and puntuated by sultry moans
erupting from the slippery glass enclosure.

Heaven is the adept, sensuous mouth lifting him
to impossible heights.  His right hand grips the
moisture-laden sliding door.  His left, with a
five-finger spread, cleaves to the sheeny wall.
He's not dead, although if it turned out that
he was, he wouldn't have been surprised.

His pleasure spiking, he warbles his bride's
name eagerly, and palms her head tighter so his
grateful lips can appreciate hers better.  Her
thick, jet black ringlets jiggle as she steps
up the suction.  This kiss of release is all
about him, but he'd dispute that; it's about her
too.  With agonizing slowness, her mouth descends
to one of his hardened nipples and gently devours
it.

"Gahh--!!"  His eyelids droop, and he shudders in
molten ecstasy.

"Wildly responsive men drive me crazy," she touts,
mumbling against his soaked flesh and not too
long after, she plies into his greedy mouth, "I
shall make you wilder still, a promise."

His right hand joins the left at the back of her
undulating head, and when he opens his eyes, he
sees that hers are aflame with raw desire.  He
draws her in closer and they breathe as one now.

She reads his nervous look correctly, shakes her
head again when she smiles.  "I love you, bright
boy, now relax.  You'll never need to fear with
me."  Purring then she says, "How about this?"

Langly's eyes roll back like dice, and gasping
for breath, he nods, glowing with affirmation
of how much he wants to believe her.  Jumbled
thoughts rampage in his mind, but one thought
is crystal clear:  this is the happiest he's
ever felt.  Hacking was its own reward, but
even that had met its rival this day.

She is impossible, he thinks, as her skilled
tongue wears him down to jellied putty.  "Ari,
oh-oh, yeah--YEAH," he gasps, clasping her head,
and holding on for dear life once her tongue
bears down on his with double the force.

"Talk to me, love."

"T-talk?" he pants.  It would help if he could
breathe first.

She teases the baby-soft skin of her husband's
slick cheek by lip-biting.  "You are exquisite,
love."  Her hands tenderly maul his ribcage
and her left knee forces itself between his
tremulous legs.

The little enclosure swims before his fluttering
eyes as he wheezes, then gulps.  None of his
his private little sleep-deprived fantasies
were ever like this; they never came close.
"Arianna I--I..."  A strong shudder rips
through him, and he battles for the breath he
never completely regained.

With the massaging spray of warm water plinking
upon his handsomely defined back, he comes hard
and strong.  Errant semen streams against the
tops of her thighs.  His hands flow to her
breasts and she moans as she writhes in the palms
of his shaky hands.  The intoxicated smile of a
wanton vixen enraptures her face, and she squeezes
her legs together, holding him tighter within her
folds.

Practiced hands, like that of an obscenely-priced
masseuse, travel his twitching body, pausing at
his chest long enough to pinch his nipples.  "OH,
GOD," he heaves, the last of his mind that somehow
still manages to function shuts down.

"You alabaster stud," she pushes into his
quivering mouth with her hands now anchored at
his temples, devouring him with wild abandon,
Langly ablaze in her ardor.  "So good," she
says, sighing heavily.  She feels her mate
squeeze her thimble-like waist and she
reciprocates by squeezing biceps that are
amazingly firm for one who spends practically
every hour he's awake glued to a computer screen.

He nods against the side of her smiling face.
His hands flow down to her supple rear end and
squeezes it with his entire hand; his face is
a gentle mosaic of saiety.  "Love you," he
murmurs, throatily and keeps repeatings it,
every bit like a man head over heels in love.
"S-sorry..."

"Sorry?  Sorry for what, love?" she demands to
know, sounding incredulous.  He has nothing to
be sorry for, absolutely nothing.

The word 'love' resounds within his receptive
ears.  She said it as if she had whispered a
prayer.  "I don't have anything left for you,
babe.  So not fair, after you zapped me to the
moon and back.  I wanna give as good as you
gave," he says sounding crestfallen.

She chuckles and taking his flaccid proof of
manhood into her right hand, tenderly milks it
like an udder.  His naivety for a man his age
is such a turn-on, she considers, so little does
he know...  "Who says you won't?  Don't sell
yourself short.  I'm not through with you yet..."
His questioning look only serves to spur her on.
She rubs the pad of her thumb gently over the
prepuce of his shaft which already shows telltale
signs of revived vigor.  Her eyes, the eerie color
of a Siberian Husky's, smolder anew.  "We'll get
it up, my incredibly endowed one.  Never fear."

"I can hardly stand," he tells her buckling a
bit upon legs that feel incapable of supporting
his weight.  

"Lying down is more what I had in mind," Arianna
says suggestively.  "C'mon then, it's time you
get laid right and proper."

The crispness of her British accent elicits a
wide, somewhat lopsided grin from him.  "What
do you call what you just did to me, huh?"

"A wet warm-up.  We're on to the main event."

Wobbly, he accepts her gentle, yet determined
assistance to get him back into the bedroom.
His stringy long blond wavelets bounce every
which way about his face as they carefully
tread their way.  "I like your spirit, Ari,
but believe me.  Things ain't looking
fully-operational for a while.  It's just
the kind of guy I am.  Once I'm totally
recharged though, watch out."

"My powers for aiding in your recovery might
surprise you.  Mark my words."

"I'm willing to become your believer, babe,
but like I'm saying, don't expect too much.
This'll sound royally uncool, but I haven't
had that much experience.  Like you couldn't
guess, right?  You went from being my first
steady girlfriend to wife."

"Then..."  As Arianna takes great care to
coax him onto the bed, she has other ideas
about what happens next.  The candles that
she requested the attendant light beforehand
gently flicker.

She tells the befuddled blond to lie down
which he does like one who is use to following
orders without question; the word lackey comes
to mind.  Before he can say anything, she
straddles his waist, and with a hand at either
side of his head, smiles down at him
seductively.  Her eyes tell him clearly how
focused on the task at hand she is; there is
an air of 'take no prisoners' in her taut
expression; intense takes on a whole new
meaning.

"You'll be...uh...gentle with me...right?"
Langly tries to relax after she nods while
at the same time he feels the clench of her
thighs begin in earnest.

"You're so hot, lover..."  She plants both palms
over his nipples which look rosey and pink and
seem as though they belong to a young boy, not
a man in his mid-thirties.  Gently, but firmly
enough she massages them.  She leans down, and
starts laving them relentlessly.  Once they are
firm, she begins nibbling.

Inflamed, he is hardly coherent.  Huskily he
breathes, "A-A-Ah...Ari!"  His hands jerk up
intent on taking her head between them.
Convulsively, his fingers rake her tresses.  One
of her hands creeps to his crotch, curious to
know how things are progressing.  She takes his
swelling privates in hand and smiles.

"And you didn't think you had it in you," she
says with a lilt, while fluidly squeezing him
with a firm hand, making his hips buck like a
bronc.

When his shaft is quite tumid, and with agonizing
deliberateness, she sheathes his prodigious
erection with herself.  Their fit is snug, just
perfect.  A paroxysm of sheer pleasure grips them
both at the same time.  Every kiss anchors him
securely in paradise.

She rocks back and forth upon him, slowly
inexorably slow, with a swirling, grinding motion
to her hips.  He hurtles to the edge she's
committed to driving him over.  The moment of
release nears with every nuance of contortion.
Her succulent breasts, like permissible fruit,
bob and bounce before his eyes that feast upon them.
His uninhibited bride is every definition of sexy
and beautiful that he has dreamed about, yet no
dream was ever this good.

"Oh.  Oh...oh, Pet!" she extols, her breath
sounding lusty and charged with excitement.  "You
feel so good!"  He grins and as he watches her
in mezmerized fascination fondle her own breasts,
he cries her name out again.  "Touch me," she
orders.  Patiently, she positions his hands
on them, encouraging him to cup them.  His hands
begin to shake.  His eyes bug-out, and he can
only stare at her.  She encourages him until he
is pleasuring her on his own.  "Ringo, Ringo, oh!"
Her eyes bang shut, and her impassioned sighs
explode in the dimly-lit room that is graced by
a balmy jet of tropical air.

"Y-you're INCREDIBLE, b-babe!  Totally aw-awesome!"

"You fill me to the BRIM!"  She opens her eyes
in the nick of time to watch his facial
expression contort, as though he is holding his
breath.

"Breathe," Arianna advises, on the verge of
coming, and shudders.  His breathing is an
uninterrupted series of sharp pants, she hangs
on long enough to realize.  "YES, RINGO--YES!"
She bears down on him harder as their writhing
takes on ferocity.  Licking her lips with a
swollen tongue, she grinds harder and harder.

The feeling that his cock is being squeezed by a
wet, unrelenting fist overwhelms him.  Having
jacked off over the years is a pitifully poor
substitute for what she's giving him.

"OH GOD--" he hollers, as the sensation of
cascading down Niagara Falls in a barrel that's
breaking up in midair washes over him.  His
entire body is one quivering mass, spazzing
uncontrollably.

Wickedly, she smiles down on him, humping him
all the more.  They come together in more ways
than physically.  "I am too," she crows, with
ebullient breaths.  "Am I ever.  You are
tremendous 'formidable'."  The French
pronunciation rolls off her tongue.  Her arms
snake about him, hugging him fiercely.

"I didn't suck?" he asks nervously after some
time passes, after he judges it's been quiet
a little too long.

"If you recall," she says lazily, "I was doing
most of that in the shower."  Her knee jabs his
upper thigh.  "You had better be kidding,
asking such a ridiculous question."  She nuzzles
the downy soft skin between his pecs, and he
tells her that it tickles.  "Delectible man..."

Sounding spellbound, he says, "You're wizard."

"Without question, you are the best I've ever
had, or ever will have, over and over again."

"You've slept with lots of guys, huh?"

"You make it sound as though it were legions."
Tweaking his nose a little, she tries to play
down his sudden meloncholy.  There is still
much she doesn't know about him, aside from
loving him as she's never loved any man prior.
"Not as many as you make it sound, and it's not
as though I kept it from you, Pet."

"Yeah, no--I know.  It's just that out of all
of 'em, I'm probably the lamest, I bet."  He
wonders if he'll always be saddled with nagging
doubt.  He still can't believe she said 'yes.'
She had had to repeat herself because he'd
missed her acceptance the first time.

"You'd lose that bet, to be sure.  I LOVE you,
Ringo.  No one's mattered until you, love."
Softly, she nibbles his flesh that has lost
some of its heat.  "Oh, no, don't go," she
plaintively insists, feeling him begin to pull
out.

"Wha'?" he says, his voice a whisper.

"Might we remain joined throughout the night?
Feeling you inside me is heavenly."  She kisses
him tenderly on his neck and rubs her hand
where they lie as one.

With a fluttering heart, he stops right then
and there, adrift in the cohesion of her touch.
"All night?  Like this?"  He cannot help feeling
self-conscious.  She's being way too kind to him,
he guiltily concludes.

Her gentle nod languishes upon him.  "Exactly
like this," she assures him, and seals her
desire with a kiss that leaves little doubt
that she means what she says.  Her tongue
explores places within his mouth that he never
knew were there.  "Any problem?"

"N-nope," he manages to squeak out, when she
stops using her tongue as a probe.  He draws
his legs up a little so his cock rests
comfortably within her.  Beads of sweat begin
forming on his furrowed forehead.  Beneath
the blades of the softly-whirring ceiling fan
he wonders aloud.  "I might hurt you, though.
I weigh lots more."  He hears her giggle softly,
but he is very serious.  "I could, you know.
What if my dick gets hard while you're fast
asleep.  That's kinda sick, don't ya think?"

"You wake me, and we have another go, of course."

"Ari, you're startin' to freak me out."

"That's not my plan, I assure you."

"It's just that, uh...considering how I've
never had sex on a regular basis...  Do you
think you could break me in a little, uh...kinda
slower?  You're wearin' me out, chica.  You
meteorically rock, but if we keep this up, I
don't think I'm gonna be able to walk tomorrow."

"Nonsense.  You're quite the stud," Arianna
playfully chides.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna be a crippled one if you
don't cut me some slack to adjust to all this
action."  Langly hesitantly brushes her bangs
out of her glassy-looking eyes.  Feast or famine,
he considers, hoping he hasn't spoiled his good
thing from the get-go.  "You're my dream come
true, babe, honest, and I'm not complaining.
I just need a little time to get up to speed.
'Comprende?'"  He wondered what had came over
him to 'do a Frohike' with Spanish.

"Remember months ago when I told you I was
insatiable in that IHOP?"

"Uh huh," he yields, hearing the 'I told you
so' in her voice.  "But you meant that about
food, didn't ya?  Least that's what you said."

Following a controlled, yet meaninful thrust to
his crotch, she reneges, "I hedged a bit.  I
didn't think you'd mind, terribly."

"I-I don't mind."  The lump he swallows she
feels against her forehead.  "I-it's just not
what I'm used to."  He strokes her arm,
wishing he had more experience under his belt.
"I guess you figure that since I haven't gotten
much, I'm as horny as hell."

"Not at all," she gently soothes, kneading the
tender skin of his middle and it quivers under
her considerate ministrations.  "You're just so
incredibly sweet, and giving, I cannot help
myself.  I can't get enough of you.  I'm a lost
cause as far as you're concerned.  Sorry if I've
made you feel ill at ease.  I never meant to."
She brushes her index finger over his navel.  

As he shakes his head from side to side in strong
disagreement, quickly, he blurts, "No-no-no.
You haven't.  Forget what I said.  I should be
thankin' you.  I never thought anybody'd wanna
marry me, ubergeek, king of the dweebs.  Right
up there with my lack of coolness in bed are my
social skills.  Both equally suck big time."

"I won't have you being so down on yourself."

"You sure didn't marry a Romeo.  No big shock
there, right?" he clinches, sounding brutally
derisive.

"If I had wanted a Romeo, I would have trapped
one."  She runs her fingers through his silky
long strands, winding them in them.  "I want
*you*.  The prince amongst the also-rans who
never stood the slightest chance."

He chuckles, relishing the wealth of conviction
in her tone.  Boldly, he rolls her over so she's
on her back this time, taking the lead being
the aggressor while his nerve holds.  "The prince,
huh?  You demoted me."  He muffles something
more into the softly warm skin above her supple
breasts.

Hoarsely, she whispers you have ample opportunity
to rise to the occasion."  

"Funny you mention rise..."

"I told you," she acknowledges, feeling the source
of many a man's pride swell in size against her
left hip.  "I don't like to keep a good man down..."

Entering her with excruiating deliberateness, he
says with a growl, "Keeping it down won't be
happening for quite a while, babe, no way.  God,
this is so--excellent!"

His long sigh of contentment washes over her face.
They grin successively, soaring, engulfed in
spiking sensations akin to non-stop fireworks
on any given evening of celebration that knows no
limits.

If this isn't what true happiness is cracked up
to be, he judges, eagerly riding every wave of
untamed bliss, it's close enough.  And close
enough suits him just fine.  Closer has never felt
better or this permanent.

Following the passage of many hours, the new day's
first rays of light tap their relaxed faces.  The
dormant expressions upon them are suspended remnants
of the countless joys shared this first night as
husband and wife.



End