The sun came up over the Nevada mountain range and they missed it. Not that they hadn’t tried to catch it. Really they had. But after hours of touching, loving and enjoying – it was hard to keep one’s eyes open long enough to speak to one another, let alone watch a sunrise. Even if it promised to be glorious.

Even if it promised to be the most beautiful sunrise ever.

Lucky groaned a little and stretched his aching muscles. Quieting as soon as he spotted her small, sleeping figure. Carefully and quietly he rose his arms over his head as to not wake his wife.

"Wife," he whispered into the midmorning sunlight. Turning towards the sleeping beauty beside him. It was nearly noon and yep…they’d missed the sunrise.

But this – this view was more spectacular than anything he could have seen from the window. Lucky gazed and plucked hesitantly at the last delicate flower that hung loosely in her dark mane.

He couldn’t believe the white bud had somehow hung on for dear life during their late night romps. Glad to see SOMETHING had though. The comforter had long ago given up the fight. Lying now to the side of the bed. The blanket lay somewhere down at the foot, he was sure. The only thing left, was the thin sheet that covered her slumbering form.

Lucky lifted the dainty flower to his nose and inhaled before placing it down on the night stand. It smelled just as sweet as it had the night before. Everything about the night before had been sweet.

Letting his fingertips sweep lightly over the ends of chestnut hair that fanned out against his pillow, he pondered placing the flowers in a scrapbook. He’d have to find out how to press flowers before they left the hotel…

‘Ah, speaking of mementos,’ Lucky thought. Glancing towards the staircase just outside the doorless bedroom. He bit down on his bottom lip in hopes that Wallace and Lucinda had gathered all the pictures and…that Wallace had remembered that very last favor he’d asked him to do.

Scrunching his brow, Lucky tried to ease off of the bed without waking her. She needed her rest. God knew he hadn’t allowed her to get any last night, and if she felt anything like he did…she’d wake up feeling like a rag put away wet.

Rubbing his back, Lucky moved out of the bedroom and towards the staircase. Grateful at once, that they didn’t creak on his way down to the living room. Once downstairs, he opened the frontdoor just a crack. Just far enough to make certain that the ‘do not disturb’ sign was still in place and that the items he’d asked Wallace to buy were sitting in front of the threshold.

They were…Good ol’ Wallace.

With a grin, Lucky picked them up and quickly flipped to the right section of one of the newspaper. His grin widened as he quickly scanned the article and became giddy at the sight of the picture. Sighing in contentment he climbed back up the steps.

A white rose in one hand, and a newspaper in the other, he slid back onto the bed. Rocking the mattress just enough to have her stirring. He chuckled beneath his breath and before her eyes opened brought the rose from behind his back and held it just under her nose.

"Guess what it is and you get to keep it."

Even in her sleepy haze, it only took one try. She’d never forget the scent of roses. The scent of her wedding.

"A rose," she sighed. Opening her eyes to meet his over her shoulder. She turned over on her back and he lowered his head to meet her lips. Kissing her slowly, deeply, making love to her mouth in the same way he had her body, so many times last night.

She loved the way he kissed. The way he made love. She loved everything about this man. Not to mention the way he smiled at her first thing in the morning…as if she were beautiful in spite of what she knew was a morning atrocity.

"It’s yours," he sighed. His mouth busying itself with it’s mate once more. She felt the words vibrate against her lips.

"What else do you have for me?" Elizabeth asked. Catching the way he kept one arm tucked behind his back. He was going to spoil her completely rotten, she knew.

Lucky nibbled at her bottom lip. "Oh I have a LOT for you," Lucky said huskily. "You up for that now?"

Elizabeth smiled mischievously and he pulled back. "I meant what do you have behind your BACK?"

"Oh," he said then. Nodding as if he hadn’t known what she was referring to. He grinned. "Just something I thought you might want to see."

Tugging the sheet up around her chest, Elizabeth sat up against the headboard when he wrapped his arm around her. Letting her cheek fall against his bare chest. He got closer in an effort to keep her warm in the cool morning air. Not wanting her to have to use a sheet for that purpose.

He wanted her naked again. If possible, he wanted her naked for the duration of the honeymoon, and then for 90% of the time once they arrived home as well. Of course she could never step foot outside again – but hey…that was a small price to pay.

"Do you want me to start a fire?" Lucky asked softly.

"No, I want you to show me what you brought me," Elizabeth smiled. Wrapping her arms around his waist.

Lucky kissed her forehead. Her nose. Her mouth and finally turned to open the newspaper a few moments later. When she saw the photo of the stage setting it took her a moment to realize that the dancer in the middle of the shot was her self, and when she did she gasped.

A quick ripple of fear moved through her. "Oh my God……Lucky what is this?"

A grin pulled at one corner of his mouth but he squelched it quickly at her alarm. Damn. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this…

"Sweetie it’s a review. Of your show. It’s ok – don’t worry…it’s good!"

"They reviewed it? When I was there? Oh God…No, I don’t wanna read it. Lucky please –

Lucky licked his lips. It said wonderful things about her. Fabulous things.

"Elizabeth come on…don’t you wanna know? Sweetie, I swear they’re GOOD…they’re really GOOD."

Elizabeth looked up into his eyes. The sincerity in them causing the nerves that rose in her belly to subside a bit. She shrugged and leaned against him. They couldn’t be THAT bad, could they?

"Ok…but you read it though."

Lucky licked his lips once more and began. She wouldn’t be sorry. He wouldn’t let her be. She was a gorgeous, beautiful dance and pretty soon the rest of the world would know that.

"And I quote," Lucky began to Elizabeth’s dismay. Moving slowly through the writer’s words. "When I heard that the lead dancer was being replaced by the understudy this evening, I wanted to demand a refund. I wanted to march right up to the stage and whine about the current work ethic of young theatre practitioners today, but for the first time in my career I was glad to have kept my mouth shut. For, just minutes later I was blown away by the uber-talent that is Ms. Elizabeth Webber. A dancer who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere – since no one I’ve spoken with seems to know where she’s from or anything of her background.

At the shocked expression on Elizabeth’s face, Lucky continued to read the reviewer’s glowing comments. "Ms. Webber you astound me. You took my breath away and I only hope that your counterpart gets sick more often. Wherever you are….Whoever you are…please grace the New York dance world with your presence again…Once is simply not enough."

"Couldn’t have said it better myself," Lucky smiled. Closing the paper. "And if I didn’t agree so much I’d be a little pissed at this guy’s horning in on our honeymoon…but there you have it."

She looked at him with eyes wide and he wanted to shake her…She really didn’t fully GET IT yet.

"It said that? It said – it said those…those things – about me?"

He sat the paper in her lap and let his head fall against her shoulder. "I wouldn’t lie about perfection Elizabeth…and apparently neither would this guy."

Her eyes took in the words as if she were seeing some sort of desert mirage. He looked up and watched them sweep rapidly over every word and then back again as if they were magic.

"This is…this is amazing. I don’t – Is this guy for real?"

"Funny, I bet he thought the same thing about you……I know I do."

Elizabeth placed the newspaper down and moved into his arms. Her body pressed tightly to his as she captured his mouth. Lucky eased his hand up her bare back and into her hair.

"As much as I’d like to take credit for this Elizabeth, I didn’t write it…and you – you’re the one that dances like an angel. That mesmerizes people…I didn’t do anything."

"You did everything," she whispered into his ear. "You did everything…if it wasn’t for you I never would have auditioned for the show in the first place."

Lucky pulled back to protest. "Elizabeth, all I did was –

His words were smothered by her kiss. "All you did was…" she muttered. Kissing him fiercely. She’d tell him exactly what he’d done and he’d never forget it. She wouldn’t let him. For all of his life he’d know that he was the most wonderful person on Earth.

"All you did was believe in me…that’s all," she continued. Kissing his mouth, his neck, his chest.

Lucky watched her bend before him. Every movement of her body fascinated him. Warmed him…hardened him. He had yet to take her all the ways he wanted to, all the ways he’d dreamed of…

But last night had been a damn good start. After that first time, he’d fallen asleep against her chest and been awakened by a most wonderful feeling…

***

Lucky shifted in his sleep, having felt that familiar tugging of his groin in his dream. That sensation that pulled at him whenever he dreamt of having sex with her. But the problem was, that this time it felt so incredibly real. So incredibly warm, and moist, inviting…he’d surely come in his pajamas again…damn it.

His eyelids fluttered and the view was so close up that he didn’t recognize it at first through the haze. The view was so new to him that he’d spend years becoming accustomed to them – her breasts.

He inhaled and thanked the heavens that it wasn’t a dream. That the familiar tugging on his firm length was her. Flesh and blood Elizabeth, squeezing him. Her tight, glove heating up for him again.

How long had he been asleep? 10 minutes? 20 minutes? An hour? Who could tell?

He’d been holding her. Listening to her heart as she sniffled away the last remnants of her tears and then…he must’ve fallen asleep.

And poor Elizabeth had carried his weight on her like this the entire time.

Lucky lifted up slightly to apologize but was instantly brought down by the clench of her inner walls around him. He gasped and buried his head in her neck.

"Mmm…Elizabeth…"

"I want you," was her only response. Sliding her leg along his to show him what she wanted as well. Lucky licked at his dry lips and readied himself to once again claim her for his own. "I never…I never thought I could want anyone like this," she mumbled into his hair

She pushed the cool damp strands that were stuck to his forehead out of the way with her nose. Kissing his salty skin. "More Lucky….please…I want more."

At his first stroke he met her eyes. Still unable to believe, even after that first time, that he was with this woman. That he was lying inside his wife. His wife…

"What did I tell you about begging Elizabeth, huh?" He asked then. Ready to grant her every wish.

Her breath hitched and she locked herself even more tightly around him. Her legs coming up to circle his waist. Her glove of heat surrounded him like a vice.

Lucky felt energized beyond belief. The cat nap having done him a world of good. He used it all to drive her into the mattress. Feeling it sink beneath them as he ground into her once more. Elizabeth hiked her legs up to her chest and took him deeper.

His eyes instantly rolled heavenward.

Every erotic fantasy ever brought on by her stretching or dancing in the living room came back to him in full x-rated detail. He wanted to place his hands on her legs, push them up and over his shoulders. Do things he’d only seen in a coupla porn movies…but he was slightly afraid to do it.

Afraid of doing anything that would hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

But, as if reading his mind she made the decision for him. Extending her leg at the knee to present a tantalizing view as he worked his way in and out of her. Lucky lost his breath and slowed his rhythm at the sight of her.

"Does that…" he stammered. "How does that f – feel…"

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip through a smile and eased her legs back down over his shoulders. Lucky smiled back and sat up a bit. Flanking her shoulders with his hands, he pressed her into the bed. Finding the exact trigger of orgasm at that very moment, she quaked around him even as he continued to throb within her.

Lucky explored. Discovering how deeply she took him even as she continued to tremble. Her breathing moved from erratic to slow as she fluttered down from the high.

Sitting up, Lucky held her knees against his shoulders and looked down into her hooded eyes as she watched him. He panted and reveled at the feel of the back of her smooth thighs sliding along his chest.

He wondered if his face shown with the pure ecstasy he felt. It must have. She smiled back lazily. Satisfied with her self and with him. As if giving him yet another gift. Another special talent.

Man, he loved her talents…every single one of them. And something told him there were so many more just waiting to be uncovered. He’d happily go searching for all of them if they involved feeling this damn good.

Lucky moaned as it began to consume him. As his orgasm reached it’s magnificent height, Elizabeth cried out. Loudly this time and surprised herself.

If anyone had asked her a year ago if she would have ever enjoyed this…ever called out someone’s name in ecstasy she would have looked at them as if they were crazy. But now…all she could do was sigh and roll her head against the pillow at the feel of him.

Never had she imagined it would be like this. Even just yesterday she’d had her worries that things wouldn’t be right or compatible.

Yet now it seemed their bodies were nothing BUT compatible. Even as he’d napped for just those few moments, she’d thought she’d die of starvation. After only one time making love with Lucky, she’d dreamt of a thousand times more…in one day.

Even as he rocked above her he gazed back at her as she were made of gold. As if she were a masterpiece. She came at the heat of his gaze. Harder this time. Quaking around him as the Earth seemed to move. As he flooded her from within.

His seed felt warm and comforting as it filled her and she closed her eyes. His hands caressed her legs as he shifted against her. Trying to find a comfortable position now without disengaging. He was easing her legs down softly. Gently…

Watching her eyes even as his threatened to give way to a long day once more.

Breathless beneath him, she eased her fingers through his hair. Loving the way it slipped through her fingertips. Loving the way his body still lay lodged inside hers. After only one bout of lovemaking he now knew what she wanted. That she wanted to feel him inside her – as close as he could be – for as long as possible.

And even though she knew that thoughts of ‘what if I crush her’ filled his head, he stayed none the less. Already attuned to her wishes.

He knew her every other desire. Why should it surprise her that he knew these most intimate ones as well?

Elizabeth rubbed his back as he lay there. His mouth moving against her skin. He brought her hands up to kiss them, and then let his mouth linger on the sides of her arms where they met her body. A quick hop, skip, and jump to her breast where he lingered longer.

"Let’s stay here forever," she whispered. Feeling only warmth as he provided a physical blanket for her body in the darkness. Night had fallen and the only lights were the ones provided by the stars that shown through the window.

Lucky rose a bit to kiss the base of her throat. Each of their bodies were slippery with perspiration, and he seemed to slide along her flesh with the greatest ease. It felt wonderful. It felt meant to be.

"You sure about that?" He asked. His voice, still thick with desire.

Elizabeth wondered how long it would be until he was able to…do THAT again. And how often she could reasonably demand it from him.

She’d never quite understood how the male body worked and this…well, his recovery time seemed astronomically quick to her. She bit her lip and toyed with his hair as he continued on. She had to force herself to pay attention to his voice and not the planes and shapes of his body.

Her fingers roamed.

"I can have a helicopter out here in 10 minutes…" He mouthed it against her skin. "Nikolas’ jet is ready and waiting…there are places all over the world that we can do this in."

"Everything I want is right here though," she sighed. Wrapping her body – legs and arms – around him in a full body embrace. Lucky sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What if I said I had a special surprise for you at every stop."

Elizabeth grinned. "As long as the surprise had something to do with us lying together just like this…I’d say I could probably get out of bed long enough for that…I suppose.."

She grinned against the side of his face. "Could we do this on a plane?"

"I would very much like to get lain on a plane, Sam I Am," Lucky jested.

Elizabeth laughed loudly and quickly covered her mouth. Her eyes wide.

"It’s ok," he whispered. A huge grin covered his face as he homed in on her earlobe. "Nobody here but us chickens Elizabeth. We’re pretty much the only people on this floor…laugh away…scream away," he ended. His voice husky as he tasted the salt of her neck. "God, you taste good…

"Come to think of it," he added. "I’m actually not sure we’ll be going anywhere tomorrow."

Grinning, Elizabeth held his head as he continued to nibble at her. "Well, since it’s a private jet can’t we…we could go anytime we…we…"

Her question about his recovery time took that moment to be answered. He had rapidly grown full inside her again and his hips pulsed towards her suddenly. He pulled back to do it again.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. A devilish smile working it’s way up to his beautiful blue eyes. "What were you saying Elizabeth?" He asked this as if she could answer, even as he skinny-dipped in her heat once more.

"I…I forget."

"Something about a private jet," he coaxed. His grin extending as her eyes closed and she turned her head to the side.

She sighed and tried again to form words. "Oh yes, I….yes….Yes…YES…"

"What’s that Elizabeth?" Lucky joked, though his voice was serious as his gut began to burn and twist. Tightening with each pump. He forced himself to slow the pace that already begun to pick up.

"I don’t…Lucky….y – yes…Yes…YES….YES…."

"Yes what Elizabeth?…All you have to do is tell me what you want."

Sweet Lord she wanted THIS…just THIS – forever.

When she clutched at his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin it was his turn to call out. He reared upwards. Unable to control the pace that he tried to. He wanted it fast and he wanted to feel all of her now. She held tight as he moved through her like lightening.

Hard, fast, furious.

The bed rocked against the wall under the strain and Elizabeth gulped at the air. Needing it to fill her lungs as Lucky ravished her. Sending every muscle in her body into overdrive. Stretching her to the limit.

The clang of the bed against the wall created a sound much like the chime of wedding bells. She rolled her hips beneath his and reveled in it. It was like a dance. Like the most beautiful danced she’d ever done.

There was no audience, but there most assuredly would be an encore performance…several.

She sat up a bit. Still clinging to his shoulders as he slipped one arm around her waist to hold her upright. He got to his knees as she locked her legs around his hips. With one arm around her and the other holding on to one of her thighs he joined them to the hilt. Burying himself within her and thrusting there as if searching for something…

His soul, his very life seemed to depend on it.

Elizabeth sunk her teeth into his moist shoulder as his body rocked into hers. It felt like coming apart, yet being made whole at the exact same time. She never wanted it to stop.

She thought back to all the times she’d been afraid of this. Throughout her life, throughout those her months with Lucky. Even when she’d asked for it – pleaded for it – a part of her had been afraid and he’d known. That’s why he’d waited. He’d wanted this to be perfect, and deep down she hadn’t even known what THIS was.

There was nothing more perfect than becoming one with Lucky. Being held in his arms like this. His body stroking into hers with every breath that they took.

It seemed logical now, that she’d never liked the act of intercourse before…it hadn’t been with him.

All this time she’d blamed it on her childhood and everything that had occurred in her life up until this point, and of course that was a major source of her worries, of course. But it had also been because she hadn’t met the right man yet. Her prince…her lucky star.

The only man who could ever make her feel like this. Complete – yet never fully satisfied.

She wondered aloud if there would be a point at which she’d reach satisfaction. At which they’d get tired and would no longer be able to –

"No, Elizabeth…not ever," he mumbled. His breathing harsh and labored.

He was coming and she knew it. Not only from the sexy, hoarse sound of his voice and his breathlessness, but from the tightening of her own body. It was as if her body knew exactly when his exertion had been met. Knew exactly when to clench and squeeze and coax him to complete detonation.

It happened just as her body predicted. One wild burst of a second later, he spouted forth like a glorious fountain within her once more. His bicep grew tense beneath her fingers and his grip tightened on her thigh for the briefest of moments before he let go of control once more. Elizabeth held herself upright at his moment of weakness. Using her stomach muscles to hold herself against him.

Lucky held each of her thighs then. His erection throbbed out liquid desire once again as he tried to hold her still. But she didn’t really need his assistance.

She was amazing.

His body hovered between soft and hard at the mere thought of everything about her body that awaited discovery.

Elizabeth smiled in contentment as he lay his head against her shoulder. Panting like a wild animal as he finally collapsed on his heels. He pulled her completely onto his lap then as they sat together on the bed. Comforter and sheets in an utter shambles.

Wedding attire abandoned long ago on the carpet. One sweaty body clung nakedly to the other. Bare and uninhibited.

Each of their hands smoothed along the other’s back as they sat there locked around one another. Quiet now, waiting for the next round of loving. Elizabeth cradled his head against her chest as he tried to catch his breath.

His neck was sweaty, his hair damp.

"Are you ok?" He asked then. His breath cooling her skin just a bit.

Elizabeth bit her lip. She was completely and totally ‘ok.’ So much more than ‘ok,’ that she couldn’t find the words.

"I was going to ask YOU that…maybe I should let you get SOME sleep toni –

"Don’t you dare….I’m not even completely done with this session yet."

She knew exactly what he meant from the feel of him. His hardness hadn’t quite dissipated yet. She shifted slightly against him and he groaned. She looked down as if the joining of their bodies could perhaps be explained to her.

"Is that…I mean…are you – you’re ok? That’s normal?"

Lucky shook his head against her. She looked as if maybe she’d accidentally broken something. ‘Oh no, Elizabeth,’ he thought lustfully. ‘You just about fixed everything…everything’s workin juuuuuuuust dandy.’

"I wouldn’t exactly call it normal," he grinned "But it’s definitely," he paused to kiss her. "Not a bad thing."

She waited in anticipation of his next words. Wow, did she really think something was wrong?

He smoothed a soft hand along her arm. "This has never happened to me before…You see, the thing is…I don’t think my body can quite get enough of you."

Elizabeth bit her lip and fidgeted a bit. It felt delicious inside of her. "You think it’s ‘cause we waited so long?" She asked genuinely. Fascinated by whatever it was that was happening.

Lucky gazed up into her eyes and picked a flower from her hair before pushing a strand away from her forehead. "I think it’s because I am insanely in love with my wife."

She smiled then. Widely. Sheepishly. Blushingly as he continued to gaze at her. She never knew that the simplest of looks could make her so giddy inside. Could make her feel like a teenager with a crush.

Even though she’d never actually had a real crush…until now.

She giggled at the thought of having a crush on her husband…Husband.

"What?" Lucky asked. Continuing to stare. He combed his fingers through her hair time and time again. "What’s so funny?"

As he asked the question a certain part of his body yearned for her to laugh again. The vibration coursed through him like the plucked stings of a guitar. It rattled and hummed at his core.

"I was just…just thinking about the way I feel…right now."

"Mmmm," Lucky sounded. The hum emerging through his throat. He pressed his lips to her chest. "You feel…and taste delicious."

"I didn’t mean THAT silly," Elizabeth giggled.

‘Ah, there it is,’ thought Lucky. The giggle…the giggle did wonderful things to you when you were still tucked inside. He bit his lip and tried to think of something to say that would get her to do it again. He thought of one surefire way but that was sort of a low blow.

‘Low blow…wow…yeah, don’t go there,’ Lucky continued to think silently. Every word that swirled through his brain, rampant with sexual innuendo. He was afraid that was going to be all he could think about for weeks…months…years.

"I’m sorry," he said then. "What did you mean my love?"

She sighed. That was the second time he’d called her that…She liked it.

"I meant I feel so…I don’t know, I feel like a kid."

"You definitely don’t feel like a kid."

She laughed with her entire body this time and he nearly gobbled up her neck as he watched…as he FELT.

"I mean that it’s like I have this huge, all consuming…CRUSH on you."

"A crush huh?" Lucky asked. Biting her neck then until it turned into a mind-numbing kind of nibble. Incessant and promising. "It better be a….better be a forever kind of crush, Mrs. Spencer."

"Mrs. Spencer," she repeated then. And he backed away to watch her say the words. They sounded even better from her lips. "Wow."

"You can say that again," he sighed. Laying her back down beneath him. Her hair cascaded over the foot of the bed.

Elizabeth laughed as he kissed her hard on the lips. She yelped the word around his mouth. "W….ow…"

***

It was his turn to say that word now.

"Wow," as she straddled him and held his face in her hands. Kissing his mouth with such passion that he could get no other word in edgewise.

Elizabeth reached between them and found him impossibly hard already. She’d often noticed he’d been that way in the morning when they awoke…but now – yes now she was in a position to do something about it.

A very good position indeed.

Lucky groaned when she touched him and knew he had to ask the question before he passed the point of no return. A point which was rapidly approaching. Her center hovered over his erection. Her moistness like a welcome home sign for his penis.

He smoothed his hands through her hair. Pushing it away from her eyes. "Are you…are you sure you want to do this again? I mean right now…"

She pulled back just a bit. Sitting on her haunches. Her eyes grew wide and he instantly knew she hadn’t taken the question in the way he’d meant it. He licked his lips. There was still so much about her that he had to learn.

But he had a lifetime now and he was glad for it.

"No, no Sweetie," Lucky corrected. Touching her face. "That’s not what I meant…Hey, look at me. There’s no part of me that DOESN’T want to do this. But absolutely NONE of me wants to hurt you…and I’m afraid after all of our…activities last night," he added with a smile. Letting his voice trail away.

A watery smile tugged at one corner of Elizabeth’s face. First he’d made certain that she read something wonderful about herself, and now this…What was she going to do with him?

Well…there was only one thing of course.

"I feel wonderful Lucky," Elizabeth said then. "I don’t want to stop loving you even for a minute…I think that 3 hour sleep break was too long…how ‘bout you?" she smiled.

Lucky smiled back. "You’re sure?…I mean Elizabeth we’ve got all the time in the world. I mean your body has to be –

"My body feels better than it ever has," Elizabeth finished. "I’ve been waiting to feel this good my entire life Lucky. I don’t wanna stop now."

Lucky let his hands drift down her back and under her rear. Tugging her closer to the source of his satisfaction. "Wow this could be sort of…an addiction that you might develop, huh?"

"I’m considering it yes," Elizabeth answered. "I figure it’s much more healthy than any of those other vices…I think this could possibly make any urge I have for cigarettes disappear completely."

"Really?" Lucky smiled. As her mouth found his collarbone. "Better than the gum?"

"Oh yeah," she sighed in desire. "You taste better than any damn thing I’ve ever had…….I figure," she continued after a moment. Feeling Lucky grow harder against her flat stomach. "I figure this could possibly be the best health program of all time…

"Any time I feel like having a cigarette – I’ll have this," she sighed. Licking her way across that yummy collar-bone. "Anytime I feel like having junk food – I’ll have this," she added. Trailing her tongue down to his nipple. "And anytime I think I need to get on the treadmill and burn some calories I’ll have some of THIS," she sighed. Taking the tip of his erection in her mouth. "Instead," she mumbled.

Lucky groaned in ecstasy. Gazing down at her, he quickly wrapped his fingers in her mass of tangled hair. He could barely form a response that anyone would be able to understand, but he tried none the less.

"I think…Ugh, God…yeah, I think I like that arrangement….as – as long as you can live with it…I – I can."

"Oh goody," she sighed. Taking him fully into her depths. He watched her head bob in front of him and his eyes began to blur from the sheer excitement that coursed through him. Every drop of blood in his body rushed towards that center that received her exquisite attention. Filling him – filling her mouth.

"Ah that f-feels good," he stuttered. Delirious with the sensation as her mouth became more persistent. Tongue sliding. Teeth grazing, her cheeks…pulling at him.

He was going to come, and he was going to come within the next 2 seconds. He’d dreamt of this for so long that the reality was simply too much for the senses to handle. It was like overload.

"Eliza…Elizabeth," he panted. His chest heaved as he tried to pull in oxygen. "Swee – Sweetie I’m gonna…I’m gonna come…right - right now."

Elizabeth pulled back just long enough to say the words "Go ahead," and when she took him again he couldn’t help but follow the instruction. The smoky way she’d said it. The look in her eyes – desire without a trace of doubt.

He’d fantasized countless times about coming in Elizabeth’s perfect mouth, but nothing had prepared him for the actuality. Her pink, lipstick free lips slid along his shaft and before he knew it…it was happening – big time.

Damn…an early morning blowjob. He could definitely get used to this.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he watched her swallow and rise before him like a goddess from some mythical story. Without preamble, he pulled her close. Probably a bit more roughly than he would have, if he’d been thinking straight but his mind was too addled by lust to think straight. The only head of his that was currently using its’ brain had just received the blowjob of a lifetime…so it was only working at half power anyway.

But his mouth worked, and he kissed the life out of her when their mouths connected. Hungrily he explored her tongue her lips, her perfect row of teeth. Tasting him self while he was at it.

"God, I love you," he mumbled. Taking her bottom lip now.

Elizabeth sighed and reached down to pet him in his soft state as he kissed and kissed and kissed her as if she’d just cured every horrible disease known to man.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen and she figured hers probably looked the same. Red and puffy…wonderful.

"I want you everywhere," he panted. The excitement in his voice, caused shivers to move through her body. "Whatdya say we move this to a different location?" He asked then. Combing his fingers rapidly through her tresses.

"No," she said shaking her head as she kissed him. "I’m not getting dressed. Not getting on a plane," she mumbled. Kissing his jawline.

He laughed. "I was just talking about the bathtub…that giant-made-for-15 bathtub just outside this bedroom……I think water…could be nice," he mumbled into her mouth.

Elizabeth bit her lip and backed away, nodding. A warm bath would do wonders for her aching muscles right about now. She hadn’t lied when she’d said she didn’t want to stop loving him, but she hadn’t exactly told the truth about her body not ‘feeling,’ it either.

Lucky grinned and hopped off the bed. Surprising her by scooping her up into his arms. She laughed as he kissed the top of her head and carried her towards the small alcove to the side of the bedroom.

~~~~~~~

Elizabeth tilted her head back as Lucky plucked a strawberry from the bowl that sat to the side of them and held it in front of her mouth from his place behind her. She bit into it and chewed. Never having had a sweeter strawberry in her life. It tasted like candy.

Lucky smoothed her wet hair to the side along her back and kissed his way up her moist shoulder to her ear. Taking it in his mouth. She giggled and jerked slightly at the sensation.

He laughed. "What? That’s funny now?"

She laughed back and sipped at her champagne. Everything was funny after about 3 glasses of the wonderful bubbly. She’d never been a big champagne fan, but it was suddenly glorious.

"It tickles…"

"It never tickled before," Lucky grinned. Doing it again and she nearly spilled her entire flute of bubbly into the steaming jets.

"I know…I guess it’s because it’s…my ear’s weeeeet," she giggled again as he sucked on her lobe. "Here," she laughed, as she reached for a strawberry and shoved it towards his mouth.

"Oh you think that’ll stop me, huh?" He mumbled around it. Elizabeth guffawed when he took the entire berry in his mouth and then nibbled at her earlobe at the same time. He growled at her and nibbled with a bit more force.

"Eeeeeeh…stop it…you’re gonna get it all…all over me," she continued. Giggling uncontrollably now. She put her champagne glass down on the side of the tub and moved away. Nearly treading water, the bathtub was so monstrous.

Lucky followed and clasped her around the waist as she made her way off the step they’d been sitting on. The one that rimmed the entire tub.

"I’ll just have to get it all off of you then…." He laughed. "Stop wiggling around…I gotta get it."

And there it was. Simply the way he’d said the words ‘get it,’ turned her on beyond measure.

She stopped easily and sighed as he came up from behind her. Pressing himself against her beneath the water. She felt him jutting hard into her lower back. His hands began to roam. One traveled north and the other traveled south as he licked at her ear.

"Aaaah…" she sighed. Her knees gave way as his large hand cupped her right breast. Lifting it slightly from the surface of the water. His right hand found her femininity and had her dropping her head to his shoulder. He gazed past her head. Watching as her breath quickened and the water lapped against her skin.

Unable to handle it after just a few moments, he turned her towards him. His mouth wanted more access. Needed it.

Reaching for another strawberry, he took one bite before taking her breast. Elizabeth tried to eat the rest of the berry that he held for her, even as his mouth worked on her flesh.

Tongue lapping, and mouth suckling. She rested her hands on his shoulders and let him lift her legs around his waist as he steered them to the other step of the sunken, circular tub.

Lucky deposited her on the step and continued to stand. His mouth still attached to her when he slid inside her warm body. Easing his way through the water and then through her tight walls.

Elizabeth clasped his face in her hands as he bent to her breast. As he braced one of his arms on the side of the tub next to her and wrapped the other around her waist for support.

Her head dropped back in ecstasy as he worked his way in and then out. The water moved about them in warm ripples and he switched now to her other breast. She felt the breath from his nostrils cool her moist skin and she began to breathe hard her self. Locking her thighs around his waist.

Visions of their first kiss in a lake not too far away circulated through both of their minds. Remembering how badly they’d both wanted THIS even then. There’d never been any kind of halfway with them.

At the first touch of her hand he’d wanted to kiss her. At the first kiss he’d wanted to make love with her. And now…now he simply wanted to breathe her. Consume her. Be a part of her. Devour her.

It was that effort that drove him on so intensely. Long, slow strokes penetrated her body beneath the water. Her breath caught and he looked up at her. Leaving her nipple, in search of her eyes.

"Are you ok?" He asked. Smoothing his hand along her thigh beneath the water.

Her brow furrowed and she sighed in pleasure. "Y – yes…I…"

From the few times they’d made love now, he knew what faces meant pure pleasure and this one seemed different…slightly – not – pleasure.

"Hey," he whispered softly. Starting to withdraw. "Let’s sto –

"No," she cried out. Locking him inside with her thighs. "I don’t wanna stop…please, don’t stop…we can take a break after this, but don’t…don’t stop now…"

Lucky licked his lips a bit anxiously and started to reposition himself. Pulling out just a tad. She protested and he silenced her with a kiss.

"Just a second Precious……"

Elizabeth sighed and tried to edge closer as he widened the space between their bodies. His strokes a bit shallow now. She shuttered and he continued to pet her thighs.

"Don’t worry," he whispered huskily. "I’ve got an idea…if you’re up for it."

Biting her lip, she nodded. Desperate for anything that brought him back inside her the way she wanted. The way she needed.

Slowly, his hands began to part her thighs a bit more. She helped him, moving them as

far away from each other as she could. Until each of them was nearly perpendicular to her body.

Lucky breathed out through his mouth at the view. He knew one day that all that flexibility would come in handy….Very handy.

Lucky sighed in relief as he sank back into her. His body tucked deeply inside hers again. But this time, the positioning of her body allowed water to buffer them from the friction that their touching had created.

Elizabeth held her knees in place and Lucky locked his hands with hers as he pushed his hard member into her depths over and over again. Tiny mewling sounds escaped her and he groaned aloud.

She felt tight around him from this position, yet endless all at once. His mouth found hers for the briefest of seconds. They kissed until neither of them could anymore. Their passion giving way to the need for air as the feeling between them intensified. Lips hovered over lips. The rhythm of breath seemed to meld as each of them neared that beautiful point of release.

Elizabeth surrendered to it, and Lucky pulled back slightly to watch her face change with every pin prick of pleasure. Every sting of ecstasy. Her head fell back and he pressed his lips to her neck as he came as well. Jerking beneath the water.

She looked down at him as he kissed the center of her chest and then looked up at her. His eyelashes separated by the added weight of water droplets. His skin flushed from the heat of the water and the heat of their bodies…his hair dark and spiky with dampness.

Breathless she pulled him up to meet her lips. "We’re not getting on the damn jet unless it has a tub like this."

~~~~~~~

Lucky tried to get his laughter under control as the operator answered his call. "Room Service, this is Kelly speaking what can I get for you Mr. Spencer?"

In spite of his holding back, Lucky busted up then. Pointing to the phone as Elizabeth smiled at it from across the room. She twirled around in her complimentary terry cloth robe. Spinning and trying to sip at her 5th or 8^th or…something glass of champagne.

The operator tried again. "Excuse me – Mr. Spencer?"

"I’m sorry," he chuckled. "I just think that’s so fucking COOL that you know my name before I even say it…this is a FINE, FINE establishment…oops, I’m sorry I just said the f-word didn’t I…I didn’t mean to," he babbled. "Oh, and Lucky you can call me Kelly…"

On the other end of the line, the operator stifled a giggle. If she had a nickel for every time she got a drunken honeymooner on the line, she’d be a rich woman. If the hotel had one thing to be proud of it was their killer selection of fine champagne.

"No problem sir…what can I get for you?"

"Sweetie?…Ugh, where did she go?" Lucky said then. Trying to stand up from the bed to go in search of an Elizabeth who had suddenly up and disappeared. When he rose, the phone fell to the floor and jerked the receiver out of his hands. Laughing he sat down on the floor to pick it back up. "Oh, I’m sorry Kelly…I dropped it, and I can’t find my wife."

Again the operator tried to hold back laughter. His voice cracked like that of a thirteen year olds on the word, ‘wife.’

"Perhaps you’d like to wait until you can find your wife to order Sir?"

"No…no…Oh there you are…Where’d you go?" He whispered. Pulling the receiver slightly away. Meanwhile, Kelly laughed and pointed at the phone in gesture to her co-workers. The honeymoon suite seemed a bustle of activity today.

The floor below them had just called and complained a bit about their noisy upstairs neighbors. They’d heard clangs and screams. The old couple had to be convinced that the hotel wasn’t haunted.

Management of course had diffused the situation by telling the couple they had a virtual celebrity in there midst. The creator of Road Fury and the soon to be released – Road Fury 2.

Promised an autograph, they’d quickly shut up about calling security on the hooligans.

Lucky giggled as Elizabeth crawled towards him. Her robe now gone. Everything…gone. "I was getting hot," she sighed. Climbing into his lap.

Kelly bit her lip at the sounds of rampant kissing. Wow…

"Excuse me…excuse me sir?"

Sounds of slowly disengaging mouths followed. "Oh yeah…Honey, what do you want to eat?"

"Ice cream."

Lucky laughed and let his head fall against the foot of the bed as he sat next to it.

Elizabeth busily tugged at the belt of his robe. "You have too much…stuff on."

"Elizabeth I mean…FOOD," Lucky continued. Trying to still her hands. "Like real food…we had too much champagne for ice cream…You need to get some food inside you."

"But I LIIIIIIIKE ice cream," she whined. Pulling on his robe so hard that he fell forward on top of her. With a thump, he began laughing so hard he nearly dropped the phone out of his hand again.

He was gonna have rug burns up the ass, and so would she….literally…on that pretty little ass of hers. He reached out and gave it a squeeze as he asked his next question.

"Do you want a hamburger?" he suggested.

She nodded giddily. "Yes! Yes! Can I have fries too? And I want…a shake. EXTRA THICK!" She shouted then. Kelly clamped hand over her mouth to keep from dying.

Lucky climbed off of her and she followed him back towards a sitting position.

"What kind of extra thick shake would your wife like, Mr. Spencer?" Kelly asked then. "We’ve got chocolate, strawberry…

As she went through the flavors, Lucky relayed them to Elizabeth. It was like listening to an echo of your self. She waited for about 20 seconds for a drunken woman to ponder such a difficult decision.

"Should I get strawberry?"

This time it sounded like Mr. Spencer’s mouth was too busy with something else to be bothered. His ‘whatever you want honey,’ sounded severely muffled.

"Oh…oh God…no - chocolate! CHOCOLATE!…Choc…

"Would that be chocolate sir?" Kelly asked pointedly. Her eyes widened as Mrs. Spencer’s request for a flavor turned into a high pitched squeal of delight. She had no desire – and every desire - to know exactly what the yummy video game guy was DOING to her over there.

He answered quickly. "Yes…chocolate………….one bur – one burger done me – medium well and the other one…damn…oh G – God…well – well done….extra ketchup – bye."

"Good-bye Mr. Spe –

Kelly’s brows shot up as the line went dead. Well then…..burgers it was.

Elizabeth lay before him, sated and panting as he pulled back. Licking his lips. She stretched languidly on the carpet. Her body weak from his special brand of oral pleasure.

"Sorry," Lucky sighed. Settling down to lie next to her. "All that talk about food made me hungry."

Laughing, she rolled towards him. Tangling her legs with his. The fire to the side of them flickered against his skin and she wanted to see him naked again. Rising up on her heels she tugged at the belt of his robe once more.

Lucky looked up at her in wonder. She looked just about ready to pass out from all the champagne and here she was…getting frisky all over again. The woman couldn’t seem to get enough…Thank God.

He wondered if she’d make it another round. Copping a feel of her behind just then had given him a few other ideas.

She stripped his robe off of him and slithered up his body. "Mmm," she sighed. Placing her head in the middle of his chest. "You feel good…"

Lucky looked down at the top of her head and furrowed his brow at the way her words trailed off into oblivion. He felt her eyelashes smooth across his skin once and then stop.

Her eyes were closed.

"Wife…you’ve got me all hot and bothered here…go ahead…commence…"

She mumbled something and reached up for his neck. Nearly poking him in the eye as she draped her arms around his shoulders. The only words he could make out, ‘resting my eyes,’ reminded him of his father and he simply didn’t need that right now.

But alas, his erection faded at the mere thought and Lucky decided to rest his eyes for a moment as well. It’d been a long day after all, and now they had food coming. It’d be a pity to start going at it and then have to stop because the friggin room service arrived.

Yeah, they could wait for a few minutes. Just until the burgers arrived. Then maybe he could do some fun things with Elizabeth’s chocolate shake…Damn he should have gotten one too…Maybe he’d call back…

After he rested his eyes.

Yep, it’d been a long day and after all…tomorrow morning he’d have to get up and go to…

Lucky chuckled to himself with his eyes closed. He had nowhere to be but…but sex. Yes, he had to be at sex tomorrow bright and early. God, even his thoughts were cracking him up…what a great day!

"G’night ‘Lizabeth…" He slurred. Rubbing his hand up her back and ending on the back of her neck.

"Night Lucky…I love you."

"Mmmm love too you…wake me when the door gets here."