The Fast Lane

Chapter 41 (Epilogue)

After a short drive to the airport and a long flight as well as an additional long car ride, we arrived at Harry’s Costa Rica house.  My heart leapt when I finally saw it. 

I stood up out of the car and looked over the silhouettes of the mountains that spread out in front of the resort.  I took a deep breath as Harry walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I know it’s not the ideal honeymoon destination…” he started. 

I turned around and silenced him with a kiss. “I was praying that we would come here. I missed it.” 

Harry smiled and kissed me again, this time turning his head and parting his lips.  I opened my own and began to nibble on his bottom lip.  His lip vibrated as he chuckled.  His large hands ran down the sides of my body as he lifted me up and carried me to the main building.  He put me down and fumbled blindly with the keys and the door, not letting our lips part to even glance at the lock.  I wrapped my legs around his waist when he picked me up again and fisted his hair as he climbed the stairs to our room.  I clung to him as he reached around his back and took off my flip-flops and kicked off his own boots.

When we set a date for our wedding, I made Harry wait to have sex again.  I didn’t want to be so used to it when it came to the wedding night, so we both decided to wait a long while and make it worth it for this night in particular.  I was loving every little touch and kiss that I had been missing for the last couple of months.  Harry laid me down gently on the silky sheets of the round bed and began to kiss down my neck as he slid off my white skirt. I stopped him when he began to pull at my thong. 

"You’re not going to look??" I asked, pushing him backward a little bit. 

Harry looked at me, confused. “Look at what, Love?” 

"My thong." 

Harry looked down, still confused, and then back up at me. “That’s nice.” 

I let out a small gasp and began to play with the lacy edge of my lingerie. 

"I mean, it looks fantastic," Harry said quickly, sitting up and looking down at them once again.  He coyly ran his finger over the lacy edge that I was playing with and glanced back up at me. 

I began to giggle as Harry looked back from me to my new underwear. “I’m sorrrrrry,” I began, propping myself up on my elbows. “It’s just that Jenna and I just shopped for a really long time to find the perfect lingerie for tonight.” 

Harry’s eyes widened a little bit and he nodded slowly. “Ohhhhh.” 

I laughed and jumped off of the bed.  Harry turned around and sat down, watching me as I turned on the light and fiddled with my hair.  When I was ready, I glanced seductively over my shoulder at him and turned slowly to walk straight toward him in just his t-shirt that I wore on the plane and my underwear.  I straddled his lap and teased him with my lips, leaning close to his face and then pulling away when he would lean toward me.  At the same time, I pulled his shirt over his head and began to reach for his belt, but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. 

"Now you," he commanded, nodding toward my shirt, his voice low and raspy.  I raised an eyebrow and slowly climbed off of him, making sure to rub against the crotch of his pants as I did.  He watched, entranced as I slowly took his shirt over my head, making sure to stretch out my body as it came off.  I shook out my hair, tossed the shirt on the floor, and then approached Harry once more.  He looked me up and down as I pulled at his belt and stripped him of his jeans.  I straddled him and began to kiss him, forcing him backward on to the bed when suddenly he grabbed my waist and flipped me over. 

Harry’s hair tickled my neck as he began to kiss my shoulders and chest. He pulled off my bra and underwear and let me take off his before he wrapped me tightly in his arms and pushed into me and began to thrust.  A wave of warmth spread through my body as I clung to my husband. There was a weird yet awesome sense of freedom that filled my mind as Harry and I pulled each other closer and closer until we hit our highs together.  No one could judge us for having sex anymore because we were married, and (even though this wasn’t tooooo much of a concern before) no other girl could ever have Harry.  He was officially mine and I absolutely loved that.