Jackie's POV...
Jackie stands on the balcony of their temporary Spanish home in Acapulco. She is enjoying the soft breeze caressing her skin while she waits for Jack to finish his call. Although he is on his honeymoon, the President must still be available for big or small crises.
Jacqueline, now Mrs. John F. Kennedy, stands there enjoying the beautiful view of the sunset and the glow it casts against the vast ocean before her. In the distance, she hears the seagulls singing their final song of the day. The past twenty-four hours have been magical.
Their wedding was perfect. Nothing major went wrong, except one of the bridesmaids tripped, and the bottom of her dress got dirty. Their reception was filled with music, laughter, and love. She and Jack had their first dance to the song "I Married an Angel" from the movie with the same title they saw on their fifth date.
Then, they spent their wedding night at the White House alone. Except for a few staff, they spent their time alone if needed. Caroline and Arabella will be staying with her mother until they return from their honeymoon.
After changing out of their respective gown and tux, they cuddled in front of the fireplace. Sipping on the finest champagne, the newlyweds talked about their future. They even discussed the subject of having another child. Jack expressed he hoped to have a son to carry on the Kennedy name.
Tonight, they plan to relax and enjoy their time alone before returning to their busy life waiting for them back home.
Jackie is startled when she feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and a pair of lips on her neck.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Jack says before kissing the same spot again.
"It's fine. Is everything okay back home?"
"Yes, everything is fine," he groans against her neck.
She closes her eyes as she enjoys her husband's kisses. It has been a while since she and Jack have been intimate. The last two weeks before the wedding, they conducted meetings and completed any necessary work. They were too exhausted to do anything else when they made it upstairs.
"You smell good," he says before nibbling on her skin.
"Thank you," her voice barely above a whisper.
"I was hoping tonight we could finally consummate our marriage."
Turning to face him, she wraps her arms around his neck. Looking deep into his eyes, she coos, "Why wait until later tonight?"
A sly grin comes across his face, and he pulls her close, allowing her to feel his excitement.
"Oh, Mr. President, you are so naughty," she replies, brushing her lips against his.
"Madame First Lady, I can show you just how naughty I can be," he replies before kissing her lips.
She giggles, "Then show me."
He playfully growls at her before kissing her. "I think we should have dinner first before we do that. Besides, you will need all the energy you can get."
"Fine. It also gives me more time to pick which piece of lingerie I should wear to bed."
"I can't wait."
The newlyweds sit at the dinner table, trying to enjoy their dinner. However, enjoying their dinner is tricky when they can't stop flirting. Sexual tension is steadily building.
"If you don't mind, Mr. Kennedy, I'm trying to enjoy my dinner," she says before seductively licking her lips.
Jack lets out a low laugh, one that causes shivers up and down her spine.
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The Senator's Twin Daughters
Historical FictionShe was the one who wasn't supposed to get away. The dashing playboy Junior Senator meets a beautiful young journalist whom he falls for. Afraid of his feelings he develops towards her he leaves her after a night of passion. Fast forward seven years...