Confessions and Olivia (Olivia #2) (44 page)

After a night and day of complete bliss, Calvin demands that he have alone time with his wife.

I don’t object.
Obviously.

We say goodnight to everybody and make our way to the
marriage suite. I don’t get chance to look at our room, Calvin already has me pinned to the bed with his lips pressed against mine.

I kiss him firmly but filling it with love. It feels like our first kiss. Our first kiss of being husband and wife.

“Let’s see what Tyler was talking about then,” Calvin smirks leaving my mouth, pulling me up to stand from the bed.

I stand breathless, my hair out of its clip and falling messily around my face where Calvin has ravished me. I stare at Calvin. My husband. Jesus, my arousal levels are bursting through the roof.

He looks over-the-top sexy in his grey suit pants and blue shirt which now have rolled up sleeves.
Of course.

I can’t wait to taste his lips again. I want to feel his
steel body against mine. I want to hear him moaning in satisfaction. Here him climax on a growl.

“What are you thinking baby?”

I smirk mirroring his devilish one. “How much I can’t wait to make love to my husband.”

He slowly walks towards me and bends d
own to grab the hem of my dress. “I will be making love to my beautiful wife all night long. Do you have any objections?”

“None.” My voice is breathless out of anticipation.

“Good.” He’s then about to pull the material of the dress up, when I realize about the fillets.

“Shit, yes I have an objection.”

He allows my dress to fall back down while his lips curve deliciously. “And what might that be?”

“I'll be two seconds.”

I rush into the bathroom and pull out my lingerie I hid in here. I quickly take my dress off discard of the stick on fillets, pull on the white lace corset with difficulty then pull up my stocking’s clipping them to the suspenders, and then slip my dress back over myself.
Jesus, that was close.

I walk back out into the
bedroom and see Calvin leaning against the four poster bed with crossed arms, eyeing me suspiciously. “I'm ready now.” I grin sweetly.

“What were you doing?
” he smirks handsomely.

“Nothing.” I blush as he steers me over to the bed until my calf’s hit the bottom. He bends down, taking the hem of my dress and slowly pulls it up
, past my head and carefully deposits in on the back of the chair.

He
steps back to take a look at me. His blue eyes open wide while his pupils darken as they drift over my body. He immediately curses. “Hmm, Fuck. My wife is one sexy women.”

I almost suspect him to dart towards me but he doesn’t. Instead he beckons me to him.

“Would you like to undress me?”

I walk towards him while exhaling raggedly. “Yes.”
Fuck yes, actually
.

I slowly undo each button on his shirt while w
atching his eyes the whole time. His lips are parted, his eyes hooded. I glide my hands up to his shoulders and slip the shirt off him, allowing me to see his ever so defined, toned, tanned torso. Jesus. I’m whimpering by sight alone. Starting from his shoulders, I plant soft kisses on to his burning skin and trail down onto his stomach until I meet his suit pants. I then kneel down to undo his zipper, fondling as I do. Calvin doesn’t take his eyes of me but I notice they flicker when I caress my palm against his rock hard bulge. His lips part as he inhales only then tilting his head back as I rub down the length of him.

I pull his trousers down along with his boxers, trying to ignore my sharp intake when he springs free.

Why, every time I see it does it still surprise me?

When he’s gloriously naked, I shakily stand to my feet. Calvin’s lustful blue eyes pull me into his world.

Like I wasn’t already there.

Then, he drops to h
is knees. His hands grasp my backside as he brushes his lips across my stomach, but over the material of the corset. Kissing my skin ever so slightly. He caresses my ass while gently kissing along my hip bone stimulating my every sense. My stomach tightens, my skin breaks out in goose bumps and I tingle from head to toe. I wrap my fingers into his hair while my head is bowed down to watch him.

Calvin’s lips graze over my flesh ever so feather like, it’s like he’s adoring every inch of my skin, starting with my bottom half. Watching him kiss me like this, feeling his puckered lips on my skin, watching his back muscles flex as he does, could send me over the
very sharp edge he sets me upon and he’s hardly touched me.

He unhooks the cl
ips of my stockings one by one and with both hands he slide’s them down my legs at the same time. When they meet my ankles he taps my foot for me to step of one as he pulls it over my toes, then the other one. “You have beautiful legs,” he murmurs disposing of the stockings. His fingertips then brush upwards over my thighs. Getting to the top, he deftly hooks his fingers inside my thong and ever so slowly pulls it down over my legs making me step out of it when it reaches the floor. He’s face to face with my exposed and waiting sex. I can feel his warm breath against my flesh causing me to whimper slightly. He takes my backside again in his palms, shuffles me towards him then gently stations his head between my thighs and begins slow, almost tortuous, exquisite tongue movements into my throbbing pulse. My hands fly into his hair while I tilt my head back moaning, groaning in delight. My moans are slow and strung out reflecting off the sensation he’s blessing me with, giving me slow, gut wrenching, lingering orgasms as his mouth tantalizes my wet state. I groan his name, my fingers clutching at his hair as he works me into an orgasmic overdrive.

He then moves out, kissing my
trembling thighs and then stands. He licks his lips slowly, grinning like the cat who’s got the milk. He says nothing. I say nothing. This moment that we’re sharing doesn’t need words. We both understand how we make each other feel. How much love we have for one another. How much we drive each other to the edge of paradise. It goes without saying.

He
moves around to the back of me and carefully starts to undo my corset brushing his fingertips against my skin as he does. The corset falls from my body and onto the floor without a sound.

Calvin braces my shoulders, kissing them delicately, softly covering this part of my body.
His breath against the wetness on my skin he leaves from his dexterous lips causes me to shiver. When he’s satisfied he’s covered every inch of me that way, he turns me to face him. His eyes are not dilated like they normally are when we have crazy, wild sex. They are tender and affectionate and filled up with obvious love and devotion.

He kisses me chastely and I cherish it before his lips move onto to my breasts. He covers my elongated nipples with his
mouth, licking and gently massaging them with the tip of his tongue in circular stimulating motion. It sends a sharp shooting sensation right through my stomach and down into my groin. I gasp as he repeats the same mind blowing process on the other breast while I start to come undone. I break the sweet silence by whimpering his name.

He stands kissing me once more almost hinting that he wants this quiet. I understand. This time is to appreciate each other. Make love to each other, it’s about connecting deeper on our wedding day.

He steers me down onto the bed and falls gracefully with me. I shift up the bed to face him, laying down onto the silk white sheets while he climbs on top of me.

He hovers over
my body so I wrap my arms around his neck to seek his mouth with mine, needing his hard naked body against me. His tongue delves delicately into my mouth, his palms drifting over my exposed body before he dips to whisper into my ear.

“We're going to make sweet, sweet love.”

Then, he pushes himself inside of me and a low groan. I moan against his lips, pulling at his hair while he stays inside, deep inside, savoring the intensity of the feeling. He begins to circle his pelvis leisurely while gazing into my hooded eyes.

After a few moment’s he pulls out softly. My lips fall from his mouth to let out a slight gasp. Calvin leans up onto palms
either side of my head so he can look down on me, briefly closing his eyes when he pushes into me again and exhales. “So. Good.” He breathes.

Our pupils are locked on to one another’s from then on as Calvin
begins to make love to me long into the night.

I moan softly out of pleasure while he continues his slow soft indulgent pace. I have had multiple orgasms and he pushes through each one sending my body to shatter on pleas.

Calvin has hit climax more than once and when he does we silently switch rolls. Our burning hot body’s slide off each other’s all night, while we entwine and engage in passionate steamy love making not saying a word.

I hold on to his forearms while he delivers the end of an extraordinary night and as if on cue Calv
in succumbs, giving it his last as the sun is about to rise.

“God, Olivia. I love you…” His voice
comes out on a loud strained moan while his hot liquid fills me delightfully. He tells me he loves me again and again until we fall asleep in our bed, under the morning sun, exhausted, sweating and intoxicated in love.

We stayed embraced in one another all morning, sleeping until late afternoon with the doors open across our bed and the wind from the sea blowing softy over our naked entwined bodies.

Late afternoon we wake up reluctantly. Calvin actually waking me up gazing down on me with sexy lazily eyes. “Happy birthday, baby. This time last year we met for the first time, and now you’re my wife. Fuck, I did good.”

I laugh as he covers me in birthday kisses.
“I have a gift for you.” He grins offering me one of his billon dollar smiles that seems to only be for me. I sit up stretching my aching and sweetly sore body. “You’ve already given me you Calvin. I don’t need anything else.”

He ignores me and bounces back onto the bed childishly with a small teal blue box tied with a satin white ribbon. He eagerly pushes it into my lap. I
giggle at his behavior and pull at the ribbon and find a white card inside with a message written across it. I read it aloud. “Olivia, there aren’t enough words to describe how deeply I am in love with you. Just know that you are my life, my love, my soul. Happy birthday my precious wife. Calvin.”

I put aside the message teary eyed and find a beautiful sterling silver bracelet with a heart pendant. “I thought it would go with you necklace.” He shrugs acting cool but he’s really waiting for my reaction.

“Calvin, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“I knew you’d like it.” He adds smugly, relaxing on the bed crossing his arms behind his head.

“You so didn’t.” I smirk.

We have to get dressed and say our goodbyes to our families as our honeymoon begins tonight. We are driving around California for three weeks in a convertible mustang, organized by Calvin of course. Calvin also wants to take me back to Vegas to do more sightseeing and he’s organized a helicopter ride over the Grand Canyon for us.

We fly to San Francisco tonight to start off our journey ending up in LA. Then we go from LA to Vegas. All Calvin’s choice of course. I thought it was be nice for him to choose the honeymoon as I did the wedding and I have no qualms about what we do. I just want to be with my husband.

Calvin has it all planed out and has even booked beautiful hotels for us to stay at each destination.

I overhear Tyler telling Macy that they need to get straight back to work when t
he holiday is over so I butt in.

“Tyler, just because I won’t be at work for a few weeks doesn’t mean you’re allowed to boss every one about.”

I scold Tyler playfully. Macy rolls her eyes. “Liv’s don’t worry about me.” She knows Tyler well and can handle him just fine by herself but he still needs to be told off sometimes because he gets carried away. He thinks he's the queen at the best of times.

“Happy birthday Missy.
” Tyler kisses me before I set off.

“Thank you ty, we’ll celebrate when I get back?”

“Damn right we will.” He winks.

“Have an amazing time you two. And take loads of pictures.” My mom graces us with a warm embrace.

“Don’t worry Ron, Olivia snaps away like there’s no tomorrow.”

I smack Calvin’s
shoulder but I agree. There is nothing wrong with acting like a tourist.

“I’ll see you all when I get back.”

We wave out of the back window of the cab as we make our way to the airport.

Now
I have four weeks of Calvin to look forward to. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now. We have gone through so much. Had numerous bad luck and so much negatively thrown at us but somehow we have made it through the darkness and come out into the light, together.

From the moment I saw Calvin I knew in my heart that I had fallen in love with him. My mind was telling me different and I listened for a while, but as soon as I saw that incomparable face of his, I knew there was something extra-ordinary about him. Maybe Mayra was right, fate does bring people together. In the most pleasant circumstances or in the most horrific, either way, I truly believe that we were meant to be together.