The Caribbean Sea glittered as we ploughed through it towards open sea. We stood on deck watching Dolphins race our boat, leaping out of the water in almost perfect synchronisation. Islands dotted the distance like tiny emerald jewels in a turquoise and diamond ocean. "This is beyond perfect," Henry sighed, sipping a mojito. "I can feel the tension slipping away. Two weeks of just you and I, nobody else, what could be more perfect?"
I smiled at him, happy he felt the same way I did. It felt as though I'd run a marathon in Detroit, coping with my job in an unfamiliar place, dealing with the attack and struggling with the isolation. I needed the holiday too. I slipped my arm through his, needing to feel his skin against mine, reassurance that he was real, not a figment of a dream. He glanced down at me. "You ok?"
I nodded. "I'm just so happy, it feels like I might wake up any moment," I said. He beamed a smile, and kissed me gently on the lips.
"I know exactly what you mean, because I feel exactly the same way. That shoot went on forever. I feel like I've been living in a bubble."
"To an extent you have," I agreed, "but we've got two whole weeks of this gorgeous place ahead of us."
"I've got two whole weeks of my gorgeous wife ahead of me you mean," he laughed. "I have a surprise for you."
"I love surprises," I said.
"Go down to the bedroom and wait for me there," he instructed, a naughty smile teasing his lips. I grinned at him and skipped off to the master suite. I loved naughty, sexy Henry. I sat on the end of the bed waiting, wondering if it had anything to do with the secret package he'd hidden from me.
He strode into the bedroom a few minutes later, holding the brown box, which I noticed he'd opened. He placed it on the cabinet, too high for me to see what it contained and fished about in it. He pulled out a blindfold.
Henry stood in front of me, dangling it from one finger. "Take your clothes off," he said. "I bought us some toys to try. Are you up for it?"
"I'm up for anything," I said breathlessly. I loved it when he took charge, and it excited me when he showed his slightly pervy side. Henry could be quite the dirty boy at times. I threw off my sundress and knickers.
He circled me like a predator, his gaze appreciative. Standing behind me, he whispered in my ear, "I think you've seen enough Mrs Cavill." I felt his warm breath on my neck. He slid the blindfold over my eyes. "Is this exciting?" He asked. I nodded, my body responding to his close proximity. He kissed my neck softly, making me shiver with desire.
I felt the loss of his body heat as he moved away, back to his secret box. I heard him throw his clothes on the floor, then some rustling as he found the items he was looking for. I jumped when his hot mouth enveloped my nipple, followed by his hand sliding between my legs. His fingers felt slippery and as a warm tingling spread over my already sensible flesh, I realised it was some form of exotic lube.
My arousal ramped up about a million gears. I normally liked to see his beautiful face when we made love, look into the expressive blue eyes that had gained him millions of devoted fans, but in my blindfold, for the first time, I felt him. I felt his desire to please me, his passion for my body and the love which poured out of him. With my eyes covered, I could finally see the man behind the beautiful face, and I loved him.
His next trick was to lay me onto the bed, on the edge, so he could slide into me. I was almost mindless with the need to come, but in that position, I needed some extra stimulation. He kept a fairly gentle pace, teasing me.
Then I heard a buzzing.
He pressed something against me. It felt mindblowing, as if it had three prongs, perfectly placed to work on the areas needed to make me explode.
The orgasm made me scream, it was so intense. Henry held my legs open in a show of merciless domination. I just couldn't control the pleasure as I convulsed around him, arching off the bed violently. It went on far longer than any orgasm I'd ever experienced before, and as it began to subside, he sped up his thrusts and turned up the device. Another orgasm hit without warning, making me see stars. I could only lay helplessly as it rearranged my insides. I could hear Henry's breathing get heavier and more ragged as he pressed into me and let go, his cock pulsing as he pumped into me.
Eventually, he switched off the buzzing, and there was silence. I pulled off the blindfold and squinted up at him. "Wow," I muttered. He looked extremely pleased with himself.
"Did you like that?" He asked. I could only nod. "Want some more?" He asked, giving me a playful thrust.
"Nooo," I cried, "I need to recover first. That was death by orgasm."
He laughed. "I've got plenty of toys for us to try out."
"You're trying to kill me," I said.
It set the tone for the rest of our honeymoon, we spent lazy days sunbathing, talking and swimming, while evenings were spent feasting on each other. In short, it was blissful, and probably the happiest time in both of our lives. I didn't want it to end.
Eventually we returned to St Thomas, where we would spend a night before heading back to London. For the first time in a fortnight, we could check emails etc. all seemed fairly quiet, as people had realised we were on honeymoon and left us alone. I logged into the fan sites and read the despondent posts from his broken-hearted fans, smiling at some of the more nutcase ones who seemed to think Henry was some kind of asexual virgin. 'If only they knew what a stud muffin he really was', I thought.
My fond memories were interrupted by Henry reading an email, his hand flying up to his mouth. Even under his tan, I could see he'd paled. "What's up?" I asked.
"That girl, the hunter one who claimed to be my girlfriend while she was shagging Mike...she's doing a kiss and tell. It's gonna be called 'superman was super-bad in bed'. I never slept with her Sarah, I promise."
I frowned. "Who's printing the story?"
"National Enquirer."
"Ok, I'll get into them and give them a better story in exchange for them not printing that one." I couldn't see what the fuss was about.
"It went to print today, we're too late to stop it."
