Something Better

I Forget All About The Storm Outside

Brandon was lying back on the bed feeling relaxed and happy. He was watching the curved naked back of Martha. She was sitting up in the bed pulling out what seemed like a million kirby grips from her post sex hair that had been curled up and pinned to her head for the wedding. He sketched his index finger over the bumps of her spine, causing Martha to twist and giggle.

"You are so lovely," Brandon said as he sat up and kissed her neck from behind. He could smell her recognisable fragrance mixed with the scent of hairspray escaping from her falling tresses. Martha moved her head round and smiled her winning smile. Brandon smiled back, amazed at how she could disarm him so easily. He closed his eyes and kissed her, tingling under the touch of her hand on his jaw.

"Are you tired?" Martha asked standing up with her cupped hands full of black bobby pins.

"Not really," Brandon grinned with a raised eyebrow, unashamedly checking out Martha's naked rear end.

"You should be after all that physical activity!" Martha grinned back, narrowing her eyes at him as she rolled off her hold up stockings.

"It's those stockings," Brandon chuckled lustily, "They would keep me up all night."

"Who knew you were a secret fiend?" Laughed Martha throwing a limp stocking at him.

"It's actually you inside the stockings that I'm fiendish about!" Brandon laughed, "Well actually just you."

"Aw, you're the sweetest fiend I know!" Martha giggled, "I'm going to take a bath," Martha said with a smirk, "I think you should join me and clean yourself up."

"I doubt sharing a tub with you all naked and wet is going to help me," Brandon giggled as he quickly followed her to the bathroom.

The hotel bathroom was beautiful, with a large luxurious bath tub. There was a selection of fancy bath oils and bubbles, fitting for a honeymoon suite. Brandon and Martha put on the big fluffy hotel bathrobes while they waited for the bath to fill up.

"I'm so glad nothing stopped us from being together tonight," Brandon said, "I don't think I would have been able to cope with another interruption."

"Like vomiting house guests!" Martha laughed.

"Exactly!" Brandon laughed as he remembered the last time they had almost got together in Martha's room, "Wild horses couldn't have kept me from you after I saw you walk down the aisle in that dress today, you were stunning." Brandon smiled moving his fingers down the edging of her robe just loosening it enough to place a kiss on her collar bone.

"I was so happy to see you and your smiling face," Martha breathed as her own hand moved up to the knot on the belt of Brandon's robe, "I couldn't have managed through the wedding without you."

"I couldn't help but wish that I was waiting at the altar for you," Brandon whispered moving his hand behind the base of her head and pulling her in for a tender kiss.

"You know, one day you are actually going have to outright ask me to marry you," Martha laughed slipping her hands through Brandon's open robe and placing them around his waist.

"One day I might," Brandon giggled feeling his heart soar at the thought of marrying Martha.

When the bath was ready and full of fragrant bubbles they both sank into the water. They faced each other and enjoyed the relaxing feeling of the heat on their bodies. Brandon could feel himself growing hard again as he watched Martha dip her head back, wetting her long hair, letting her chest rise out of the water.

"Turn around and I'll wash your hair," He said said gruffly as he tried to conceal his desire, reaching for the shampoo while Martha spun herself around easily in the large bath. Brandon swallowed hard as Martha settled herself between his open knees. Brandon began to massage the soap into Martha's hair making her laugh.