Vicious Cycle 2

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After the wedding came to a close, Miranda changed into a simple white dress and heels. She held Ben's hand as they stood amongst the crowd of her parents, Curt, and her Co workers.

Miranda pulled her parents into a hug, "I'll text you to let you know we got there safely and when we are back home, thanks for everything, Kyle will take you two back to your hotel and then to your flight tomorrow moring. I gave him you alls number,"

"Okay, thanks, and congratulations to you both again. Go make me some grand babies."

"Momma," Miranda gasped, causing everyone to laugh. They never used protection anyway. She just wasn't meant to have a baby.

"Bye, you all," Miranda said, and they made their way to the car, escorted by Frankie and James.

They arrived to the arrived at the airport and made their way to the private jet. As they settled into their seats, Ben slid his hand in Miranda's, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I'm going to enjoy this time in Fiji," Miranda teased.

"Me too, I just want to enjoy you privately for this week."

"Me too. we never truly are alone, are we," she laughed.

"Nope, and James and Frankie are coming along, but they will be outta sight out of mine. Nobody really knows where we we're going for our honeymoon, so we should be fine.  Plus, this resort is a private part of the island with only 10 villas. James and Frankie are staying in one of the others.

After several long hours, the jet finally touched down. Miranda and Ben were greeted with a gentle breeze. Stepping on the tarmac, they were greeted by the employees.

"Welcome to Fiji," a woman smiled, handing Miranda a flower.

" We have a car here that will take you straight to your resort and dining area,"

Ben helped Miranda into the truck, and the driver drove them to the resort's dining area. "Aww, this is so beautiful," Miranda marveled.

"Here, let me help you," Ben suggested. He picked her up bridal style and carried her across the sand to the secluded table that was adorned with flickering candles. Miranda looked out at the waves crashing against the shore as Ben set her into her chair.

The waiter approached, presenting them with menus filled with so many options inspired by the flavors of Fiji. After placing their orders, they engaged in lighthearted conversation, their laughter mingling with the sounds of distant island music.

"I'm glad we could have dinner again. I didn't really eat my food at the wedding, so busy paying attention to everything that was going on."

"Me either," Ben laughed.

The food came, and Miranda fed Ben some of hers while he fed her. 

After dinner, Ben and Miranda found themselves stumbling into the room of their villa as their lips locked on each other's. They didn't even take time to appreciate the beautiful house that they would be staying in for a week. Or the big heart made out of roses on their bed because it was ruined. Ben sat down on the bed, pulling Miranda on top of him.

He licked at her bottom lip, and Miranda didn't hesitate to open her mouth so their tongues could play. Their tongues joined together in an erotic dance. Ben dropped his hand to her breast, and through her dress, he gave it a good caress, eliciting a loud moan from her.

Miranda was melting into her husband. He squeezed her breast again and then reached his hand to unzip her dress from behind her. He pulled the straps down her arm. He licked his lips at her breasts covered in white lace. He would never get tired of this woman.