Beautiful Dream (24 page)

I clear my throat, and start playing with my nipples through my shirt.

“Stop,” he moans, closing his eyes, and I smile, pinching my erect nipple again.

I hear him moan again, and I squeeze my boob.

“Use your wetness on my cock.”

I smile, knowing he couldn’t resist.

I reach into my pants while he’s still palming his cock, watching me. I gather a nice amount of wetness on my finger, and as soon as I pull out he lifts up his sweatpants and I shove my hand inside, rubbing my juice all over him.

“When you’re ready to come tell me,” I start to move my hand up and down. “I’ll swallow.”

His mouth falls open, and he smiles.

“That feels better now, doesn’t it?” I tease.

“You know it does,” he grunts lowly. “Uh! Twist it! Like that!”

I giggle, watching him grind into my hand as I pump him.

We hit some turbulence, and he takes advantage of the plane’s rapid movement, thrusting his hips up hard. He leans over, and we start kissing.

“You’re about to make me come,” he kisses.

After one last peck I pull back. He lifts the blanket and I pull the front of his pants down before quickly wrapping my mouth around him, swallowing as he spills the contents of his balls down my throat.

I wake for our final descent, and after an hour car ride, Deb and Matt are greeting us in the hotel lobby, if you can even call that. This place is more like a castle, or a chateau, as they refer to it here, complete with a drawbridge over an actual moat.

We’re escorted to our room, and Matt and Deb follow, eager to see it, as each one is unique. The bellman opens our double doors, and I feel as though I’ve stepped back in time. The décor is stately and old, but all the conveniences are modern. A gorgeous fireplace and large canopy bed are in the center of the room, and I watch as Josh instructs the man in French on where to put our bags.

I explore the large bathroom with soaker tub, and open another door that leads to a walk in closet, before I head back into the main area, past the small sitting space and out onto the balcony. There are vines growing up the building, and on the terrace sits two chaises and an umbrella table. My jaw drops at the view, a well-manicured lawn and gardens that expand forever into the distance.

“Like?” Josh smiles, coming up behind me.

“Love!” I’m awestruck. “This place is amazing!”

“Guys!” Deb walks outside. “Come check out our room! It’s just down the hall. We view the lake!” She turns to me, “Then we can go shopping in the village!”

I don’t see Josh for the rest of the day. Not until dinnertime, and the following day brings much of the same. Deb has us going on a wine and cheese tasting, while Josh and Matt play golf.

At night, Josh and I are both so exhausted; we pass out on the plush bed without even saying a word.

Last night, I didn’t even get my robe off before I fell asleep.

The following day, the four of us head back into the village, to the most adorable, quaint courthouse I’ve ever seen. I’m not even sure this place has running water.

Matt and Deb have a short, but romantic ceremony, and afterwards, they stand in the middle of the courtyard, in front of a flowering fountain, while an artist paints a picture of them using just oils.

Afterwards, we all go back to the hotel for an over-the-top seven-course meal.

I have no idea the names of anything that I ate, but it all tasted amazing!

“For the new couple,” Josh holds out a wrapped box as we wait for dessert to be served.

“You didn’t have to get us anything!” Deb coos.

“Thanks,” Matt smiles.

“It was actually Luci’s idea,” he tells them as Deb rips the paper.

“I saw it when we were in the village the other day,” I explain. “I went back and told Josh, and he loved it, so we went and got them this morning.”

“Way to rat out it was a last minute gift,” he shoves me.

“The shopkeeper told me about them,” I watch as she stares at the goblets. “La Coupe de Marriage. It’s engraved. See?” I point out. “The newlyweds are supposed to toast with it,” I tell them, as Josh waves his hand, motioning for more wine. “It’s usually a family heirloom, so I figured it was a nice place to start!”

“This is so wonderful!” Deb practically has tears in her eyes. “And so unbelievably thoughtful!” She gets up from the table and comes around to give us both hugs.

Once dinner finishes, we say goodnight, but not before Deb hands us tomorrow’s itinerary.

My eyes blink a few times before I notice the time and dart up.

“Josh!” I shake him. “Wake up!”

“What?” He rolls to the other side.

“We’re late!” I shake him again. “Get up! Your sister is going to kill us!”

“Screw her,” he mumbles, and I can’t help my laugh.

“Come onnnn,” I jump on top of him.

“Go back to bed,” he whines. “I told her we’ll meet up with her tonight.”

“Wait, really?” I fall back t my side of the bed.

“Yeah,” he sits up, smiling.

“And you didn’t tell me this because?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he pulls me back on top of him. “We get the whole day alone.”

“EEEK!” I can’t contain my excitement. “How did you manage that?”

“I said she’d probably want to spend her first day married with her husband, and that we didn’t want to intrude,” he rubs the tops of my thighs. “So I figured we’d have breakfast on our balcony, and then we’ll visit the spa…”

“You are amazing,” I kiss him. “Seriously, the most perfect person ever!”

“Yeah? He laughs. “Tell me more.”

The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve reached our destination, and as the doors open, we’re met with dim lighting, candles, and exposed natural stone.

We’re in the basement of the castle, where the hotel’s spa is located, but on the elevator it’s marked with a “D” for dungeon.

I went to a spa once before, but it looked nothing like this.

A lady looks up from a tiny, but modern, reception desk, and while Josh checks us in, I can’t help but notice the water feature. It’s a large, cascading fountain that flows all around, like we’re underwater, until it mysteriously leaves the room.

We’re immediately escorted down a long hallway that looks similar to the welcome area with the natural stone, and I’m thrilled we’re following the water, because something about it has me so transfixed.

We stop in front of ornate doors that fits the castle’s décor, and right in front of the room, the water drops into the floor, and we have to walk over a small bridge to enter.

I step inside, and freeze. Three walls are stone, but the other is completely open. The water that flowed under the room is coming out from below, falling into the large, gorgeous lake, and in the far, far distance I can see a fairy-tale like town, which I recognize as the village we’ve gone to a few times. The room itself is dim, mostly lit by Mother Nature, and on the other side sits a large, stone shower, two luxurious-looking massage beds, and right in the center is a bubbling in-ground hot tub.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, enjoying the minty, clean air while listening to the crashing sound of the waterfall falling a few hundred feet below us.

I open my eyes as two new people enter. They introduce themselves as our attendants, and lead us behind a small room divider, which bleeds into a little dressing area, where slippers and robes are waiting.

Josh speaks to them in French, and as soon as they leave, he smiles my way.

“They said we have about 30 minutes to enjoy the room before our massages begin,” he translates.

“This is spectacular!” I can’t help beaming smile, and I immediately start to take off my cover up, revealing my bathing suit underneath, anxious to get in that hot tub.

“So,” I let curiosity get the best of me. “Does getting a massage make you nervous, like you’ll get hard or something?” I turn around, and his shirt is off. My mouth goes dry, his hard muscles rendering me speechless.

“No,” he laughs. “Except… maybe if I look over at you. Then I’d be a goner for sure.”

We both laugh and he steps towards me.

“Like, what if I see the outline of your large breasts?” He touches the sides of them. “Or if I see your legs, long and gorgeous?” He bends down, picking me up, and I squeal.

He brings us over to hot tub, and for a second I close my eyes and cower in his arms, scared he’s going to toss me in. He chuckles, walking towards the steps, taking one at a time, but instead of bringing me in with him he places me on the side, with just my feet dangling in the water. I can already make out the hard outline of him through the bubbling water as he sits down on the built-in bench.

“Is your cock hard
now
?” I reach back and untie the string to my bikini top. It falls around my chest, exposing my breasts, and all I see is the water slushing as his hips involuntarily thrust.

“Why don’t you come and see?” He smiles, pulling his suit down until his long, swollen penis pokes out of the water.

“Josh!” I giggle. “What if they come in?”

His hand wraps around his thick, veiny shaft, and he begins to twist and jerk.

“Are you asking because you're scared, or because you like the thrill?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Right now I’m liking the view,” I laugh, biting my lip. “Squeeze it!” I command, watching him intently. “Yeah, like that.”

“Fuck Luci,” he groans.

“Mm,” I moan, pinching my nipple, watching his hand move. I slide my bottoms off and spread my legs wide, resting along the top of the tub. He throws his head back, his eyes fixed on me, as he frantically starts jacking off.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunts, and I can tell he’s about to come.

“Stop!” I demand, not wanting him to just yet.

“I can’t,” he groans. “I have to come! Watching you like that is making me!” His hand is a blur, and I immediately sink into the tub, walking towards his shaking body, taking his hand away. He moans, and his hips buck up, but no come spurts out. I sigh, relieved that I made it in time.

He grabs me around my waist and pulls me close. I straddle him, and his cock finds the spot between my pussy lips. Not inside, but just around the rim.

“Luci,” he groans again, his shaft pulsing as I slowly rock my body back and forth. I lean back, knowing he has me around the waist, reaching back further, until both my hands are cupping his balls.

“They’re so tight,” I massage them. “So full of come.”

He rocks his hips much faster than my steady and slow place. “Uhhhhh!” He moans. “If you think I can’t come like this you’re very wrong.”

I laugh.

“My balls are so heavy,” he sighs.

“I know, baby,” I soothe.

“I’m always so full of come for you,” he moans again, and my breathing picks up. There’s something about him beating against me, and in the water, that is such a turn on.

“Yeah?” I tease, removing my hands from his balls and wrapping them around his neck, grinding my hips harder. “Should we get it out then?”

“Turn around,” he whispers in my ear.

I do, and his hands never stop exploring, grouping.

He sees me look at the door nervous.

“I don’t know how long it’s been,” his breath is hot on my lips. “But this will be less obvious if someone walks in,” he reaches over and grabs my bathing suit top. He helps me with the strings while simultaneously kissing my shoulders and neck, his mouth never letting up.

We end up moving to the other end of the tub, and as soon as he finishes tying the knot, he spreads my legs wide, angling my crotch with one of the jets. I start to protest just as the beating water hits me.

“Oh shit!” I groan.

“Yeah, you like that don't you?” His voice is deep in my ear as he widens my legs while gently rubbing the tops of my thighs, right where they meet my pussy.

I moan loudly, the feeling becoming too much. Between his hard thudding and the water’s pressure beating on my clit, I cry out loud.

He moves his hands, pushing my bikini top up while holding my shoulders under the water, kneading my breasts. The only thing keeping me against the jets now is his hard, thumping cock.

“You’re so big!” I cry out as another orgasm rips through me, and right before I plead for him to stop, he moves us back towards the other end of the tub.

“Ride me,” he orders, breathing hard against my back, his hands still on my breasts.

I do as I’m told, and a shudders vibrates through the both of us as he fills me, his wide cock stretching my insides. He pinches my nipples as one hand wraps around my stomach, holding me down, while the other then moves to my swollen clit.

“I’ll go slow,” he pressed down. “I know by now you must be so sensitive.”

“Yes!” I plead.