“Come with me,” she said as she took his hand and started leading him to the stage area where the band was set up. She led him up onto the stage and they stood side by side at the microphone.
“Hello, everyone,” she said to her guests, who turned to the stage.
As soon as they noticed the bride and groom, everyone replied to Lola’s greeting with hellos and catcalls as if they knew what lay in store.
Lola and Marcus both laughed. “Marcus and I are so pleased and happy that you all could join us on this very special day. It’s overwhelming at just how many people we have in our lives that care so much for us."
Marcus leaned towards the microphone. “I have to agree with my beautiful new wife.” Boisterous catcalls erupted from the guests. Lola laughed and blushed. “We’re very happy that you’ve been with us to share in the beginning of our lives together. Lola and I will be leaving momentarily as we’ve got…” Marcus laughed for a moment before continuing, “…a plane waiting for us. Everyone, please stay and continue to enjoy the food, drinks and music as long as you want. Again, thank you.”
All of the guests clapped and cheered as Lola and Marcus threw the crowd kisses, waved goodbye and left the stage hand in hand.
They were able to slip out and head into the house. Racing upstairs, they went into their master bedroom suite where they managed to exchange steamy kisses that served as a prelude to what lay in store for them as soon as they arrived on their honeymoon site.
After they changed clothes, Marcus messaged for their butler and groundskeeper, Hudson, to come up and gather their luggage.
Hudson and Amie worked for Marcus at his mansion in Mystical Grove, Louisiana. Marcus had asked them both to move to New York when he and Lola bought their estate. The couple were invaluable when it came to running a household smoothly. Lola and Marcus had given them carte blanche to hire whomever they needed to help them keep both houses in order.
Amie and Hudson went wherever Lola and Marcus sojourned. However, the honeymoon was an exception. This was something that the intrepid newlyweds intended to do on their own.
Lola and Marcus received a bit of a surprise when they opened the front door.
Chapter Four
EVERYONE was gathered on either side to throw birdseed at them and send them on their way. Amie was waiting by the car holding Lola’s bridal bouquet, which she handed to her.
Lola looked at her in amazement. “What on earth would I do without you? I can’t believe I forgot to throw my bouquet!” she exclaimed in horror.
“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” Amie said respectfully but was smiling from ear-to-ear.
“Thank you so much, Amie,” she said as she kissed the older woman on her cheek before turning to the guests. “So who wants to get married next?”
Once all of the single women were assembled on the steps leading up to the huge wrap-around porch, Lola turned her back and threw the bouquet over her shoulder. She turned around just in time to see her co-worker Eva catch the bouquet amidst numerous squeals and laughter.
Hudson opened the door to the backseat of the limousine and Lola sat down on the seat. Before she could turn around, though, Marcus got down on one knee and slid her skirt up to retrieve her garter.
Standing up, he turned his back to the single men in attendance and threw the garter over his shoulder. His best man, Chad, was the lucky one who had caught it, and there was another round of applause and boisterous laughter as Eva and Chad were jostled and pushed until they were standing side by side, both laughing but very red on the face.
Now, Marcus could join Lola in the back seat of the limo. As soon as they got in, the door was closed on them and the limo moved. As they rode away from the house, Lola was still laughing. They could not hear the calls of good luck and goodbye from the crowd in the driveway, but they both knew it was there as they turned and watched countless hands waving goodbye.
“Those guys act like a bunch of frat boys,” she said after they’d settled down on their seat.
“Hey, those are my friends you’re talking about!” Marcus said in mock outrage.
“Yeah, I know,” Lola said, her eyes rolling. “But they’re still acting like frat boys!”
This discussion changed quickly when Marcus leaned over and kissed her deeply. Mouths open, tongues sliding into each other, they shared a passionate kiss for a long time before he raised his head to look into her eyes.
“I love you, Mrs. Lola Ravensworth-Swan. I hope you know that,” he whispered.
“I do know that,” Lola said as she leaned up to kiss him again. “Is the jet waiting?”
“Yes, it’s all fueled and ready to go,” Marcus answered.
“Good,” she nodded. “Because I simply cannot wait to get our honeymoon started.”
WHEN THE limo pulled up to the hangar, they saw that the jet was, indeed, ready to take off.
The jet belonged to Marcus and it certainly was a lot easier to be able to bypass the commercial airlines. Even traveling in first class, it still did not compare with traveling in your very own jet.
Marcus’s plane was outfitted with a full bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and sitting area. It never ceased to amaze Lola every time she boarded his plane.
Marcus had hired a pilot and co-pilot, as well as two flight attendants that he kept on retainer to fly him at a moment’s notice. These people were the best in the business, and Marcus paid them accordingly. All they had to do was be ready when Marcus needed them. They considered themselves quite lucky because they were able to to see so much of the world while flying Marcus around. Now, they would see lots of Europe during the next month.
After Lola and Marcus had boarded the plane and were seated for takeoff, they felt the plane lift smoothly into the sky.
Once they were settled into the flight, the two of them headed into the master bedroom, taking their bottle of wine and fruit and cheese tray with them.
After locking the door, Marcus crossed the room at the speed of light and was kissing Lola.
Chapter Five
“I’VE BEEN WAITING for this moment… all… day… long,” Marcus said between kisses.
She giggled between their lips. “I can’t believe we’re doing our first wedded sex in the sky!”
“Well, we’re together,” he said, a little breathless as he raised his head to look at her. “And we love each other, and we have this place to celebrate our love…”
“Husband and wife…” she whispered in wonder. “You know, everytime this happens, I always feel like it’s a first time. The magic never wanes for me. In fact, I feel it getting stronger each time.”
“Same goes here,” he whispered as his lips kissed her jaw, then claimed her luscious lips again as if he had not kissed them before. She moaned as her arms held him tighter. Marcus unzipped Lola’s dress in the back, pulled it over her head, then lifted her to lay her on the bed.
He hovered above her, still kissing her, as she began to unbutton his shirt. They were soon naked, their bodies fused together as if they were one, skin illuminated by the subdued light of the lamp. Marcus’s mouth slid down Lola’s neck as she thread her head, smiling, savoring the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other, of his hot breath and lips tickling their way towards her breasts. She whimpered as his lips covered a nipple to gently suck on it, then the other one, and she held his head over her bosom, silently urging him to take those erect nipples into the heat of his mouth.
“Marcus,” she breathed.
Then she moaned blissfully aloud when he finally obliged her. His hand slipped down Lola’s curvaceous body, down the apex of her thighs as his knees pushed her thighs apart, and parted the petals that concealed the center of her pleasure.
He moaned against her breasts when he found her soaking wet. His fingers slid effortlessly around her stiff little rosebud, and she arched her hips to push against his fingers harder.
Unable to wait, he lowered himself towards her sex, and his tongue eagerly replaced his hand, tasting her in her most intimate of places, inhaling her arousal, his cock twitching at his palpable excitement. Using the tip of his tongue, he teased her to the edge before pulling back and holding her full satisfaction at bay, hoping they would climax together.
Just when he thought that he was totally in control, she used her foot to find his engorged member and performed some very interesting maneuvers. It caught him by surprise and he groaned in pleasure. “You have something else in mind,” he gasped. He took the hint and kissed his way back up Lola’s body until he was lying perfectly on top of her and was kissing her mouth once more.
Suddenly, she surprised him by flipping him over onto his back and sitting on top of him. She laughed a throaty, wicked laugh. That sound always worked to undo him and now he could not wait until he was deep inside of her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his burgeoning member and thrust it just inside the opening to her sex, then she slid herself down onto it until he was embedded completely inside her hot, soaking orifice.
As Lola sat impaled upon Marcus’s steel-like rod, she contracted her muscles around him, exciting him as if she were trying to milk him of his own evidence of pleasure. She loved this moment when he was inside of her and they were simply still, feeling the sensations that came over and over again. Slowly, she started to rock up and down on him while smiling into his eyes.
“I love you, Marcus Swan,” she whispered as she picked up her pace a little.
“And I love you, Lola Ravensworth,” he replied.
“Lola—Ravensworth—Swan,” she corrected him, moving up and down to each syllable in her new name.
“Yes, Lola Ravensworth-Swan,” he repeated as he gritted his teeth at the sensations and emotions her lovemaking was setting on him. “Damn, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“No, I’m going to be something much more exciting for you,” Lola breathed just before her pleasure peaked. She threw her head and arched her back and groaned at her rapturous release.
His own point of ecstasy came immediately following hers. They rode those spasms of pleasure over and over until they were cresting down the other side of the final wave.
It was always this way for them. They consistently found the ultimate in pleasure with each other.
Then they fell asleep wrapped around each other’s naked skin.
Chapter Six
MARCUS AND LOLA WOKE UP a few hours later when a flight attendant called Marcus on his cell phone to let them know that they would be landing in approximately one hour.
They got up and took a shower together, stopping for some quick fun while bathing. It was not something they could control. Once they started to soap each other’s bodies, all bets were off.
However, even with the extra activity thrown in, they were still showered and dressed within half an hour.
They went into the sitting area of the plane where there was coffee and croissants waiting for them.
“Oh my god, Marcus!” Lola exclaimed. “Your attendants serve the best food in the world! How do you manage that?”
“Well, now that you’re my wife,” he replied, as he buttered a croissant, “I can tell you my secret. These aren’t just any ordinary flight attendants. One of them is a world-class chef.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, most definitely,” he replied. “I pay her more to cook for me on my flights than she could make in any restaurant. On top of that, she has free reign to work on new recipes. She’s actually published three recipe books since she’s been working for me.”
“My love, you never cease to amaze me,” Lola said as she simply stared at him.
Marcus laughed that wonderful deep laugh that she so loved. Then they went back to enjoying their coffee and croissants.
Forty minutes later they were on safely on the ground and passing through the private customs of London’s Heathrow airport. A car was waiting to take them to their country cottage on the outskirts of London. This was where they would be starting the first leg of their honeymoon.
They spent three glorious days in the little vine-covered stone cottage before Marcus announced that they would be driving into London that night to call on an old friend.
Lola was fine with that because she had not had the chance to dress up since beginning their honeymoon, and she was also excited to meet some of Marcus’s friends. That evening she took a long hot bubble bath, chose a very elegant dress, put her long blonde hair up, and applied flawless makeup.
When she presented herself to Marcus for approval, his jaw dropped.
“I’m not so sure I want to go out after all,” he said as he put his arms around her. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Later,” she said. “Right now, I’m excited to meet your friend.”
The drive into London was so beautiful, but got a bit dicey once they were in the city proper. Parking was not a problem once they reached his friend’s home. It was a beautiful tri-story home that spoke of money. Lola was quite impressed as she and Marcus walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
The door opened right away and there stood a raven-haired beauty. She was tall, fashionably slim, with dark penetrating eyes. When she set eyes on Marcus, they all but sparkled as she smiled a very seductive smile.
“Marcus,” she fairly shrieked. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, darling!”
With that, the woman threw her arms around him and drew him to her in a very intimate hug.
Marcus managed to extricate himself without insulting the woman, and then turned to Lola.
Chapter Seven
“STELLA, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lola,” he said.
It was if the woman had not even noticed her until then. The light in her eyes went from sparkling to points of glittering ice. Clearly, Stella wasn’t of a mind to like Lola.
“Ah, yes, I heard something about you getting married, but I didn’t really believe it,” she said flatly. “Well, come in. Everyone is waiting.”
“So, who is she exactly?” Lola asked under her breath as they followed Stella into the crowded home.