Chapter Twenty-Two
Although her stomach screamed in protest to drop her fork, Megan couldn’t resist popping in the last bite of delicious crepe into her mouth. As she chewed, she closed her eyes at the delicious combination of chocolate and strawberries danced along her taste buds. “Good?” a voice asked from across the table.
Her eyelids popped open to take in Pesh, her new husband of three days. He wore an amused smile as he held his cappuccino cup in midair. “Orgasmically good,” she replied.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them.”
“I’m going to gain ten pounds while we’re here,” she replied. As she dabbed her mouth with her napkin, she sighed with absolute contentment. Gazing around the tiny Parisian café, she fought the urge to pinch herself. Was she actually in Paris on her honeymoon? When Pesh had asked her where she wanted to go, there was only one place. Although it was somewhat clichéd for a honeymoon destination, she had always wanted to see the city. And because she was marrying a man who loved to spoil her, Pesh had booked them for a week’s stay at the Hotel Plaza Athenee. Not only had he chosen the hotel for its gorgeous views of the Eiffel Tower, but it was also where Carrie Bradshaw stayed when she was in Paris. It seems Pesh completely understood Megan’s love for Sex and the City.
Their first day in the city had been spent in their hotel room. A combination of jetlag and lust had kept them naked and in bed, stopping only for room service and showers. Today they had pried themselves away from the room to go sightseeing.
“Are you ready to go back to the hotel?” Pesh asked.
“Maybe.” With a teasing grin, she asked, “Are you tired and want to rest?”
Desire pooled in Pesh’s dark eyes. “No, I don’t want to rest. I want you to model what you bought this afternoon.”
Her gaze left his to go down to the pink and black bag at her feet. Part of their sightseeing had turned into shopping, in which she bought some very racy lingerie. Although she was enjoying her day out in the city, she was also itching to put on the outfit and get back in bed with Pesh. “Then let’s go,” she said.
Pesh certainly didn’t need any more convincing. Digging in his pocket, he took out his wallet and threw a wad of euros on the table. Then he popped out of seat like a jack-in-the-box. She had to snatch up her purse and bag to keep up with him before he sprinted out the door and into the sunshine.
As she passed the colorful flowers in bloom outside the café, they transported her back to her wedding. It had been a perfect, cloudless day when she stood with Pesh in the rose garden at her Papa’s house. To her, he had never looked more handsome than in his black tux that fit his built frame like a second skin.
Since she was the master of party planning, Megan had enlisted Emma’s help in getting the quickie wedding done. Even with newborn Caroline to tend to, Emma had gone above and beyond any expectations Megan had. Tears had stung her eyes when she first caught sight of the garden as she, on her father’s arm, made her way from the house to the ceremony.
White chairs draped with blue silk bunting lined the garden in rows while a tent had been erected to the side of the makeshift altar. Next to the chairs, votive candles lit the way up the aisle that was adorned in multicolored rose petals. Emma, Casey, and two of her best friends from childhood stood at the altar in their cornflower blue bridesmaid dresses. Pesh, along with his brothers and Aidan, wore blue vests with their tuxes. A string quartet struck up the bridal march to herald her arrival.
She would never, ever forget the feeling of walking up the aisle to Pesh. His loving gaze took her in, and she felt like the princess she had always wanted to be on her wedding day. Her dress was almost like what a Disney Princess might wear—a long train, a full ball gown, a bodice encrusted with pearls and sequins, and then a glittering tiara holding her veil in place.
The entire world seemed to evaporate when Pesh took her hand in his. He was her only focus. She barely heard the words the priest spoke or the lyrics of the song that Emma sang. She just stared at her soon-to-be husband—the man who made her believe in romance and true love.
She was so lost in thoughts of her wedding day that she accidentally mowed into a woman. “Excuse me,” she apologized.
The woman scowled at her while cursing at Megan in French. Well, Megan imagined it was cursing since she didn’t speak French.
“Where is that head of yours?” Pesh asked, with a smile.
“Thinking of our wedding day,” she replied.
His smile grew broader at her response, and in the middle of a crowded street, he stopped to kiss her. While it was somewhat chaste and full of more love than lust, it did hold a promise of what was to come later on. He ended it far sooner than she would like. “Let’s hurry,” he replied.
She giggled before breaking into a slight run towards the hotel. He followed her example. By the time they pushed through the revolving doors into the lobby, they were both breathless. Like two mischievous kids, they raced to the elevators. Once inside, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately until the door dinged open. They pulled apart long enough to get down the hall and into their suite.
When the door closed behind them, Pesh pulled her to him, bestowing a lingering kiss on her lips. As he ravaged her mouth, his tongue darted inside to tease along hers. When she felt his evident desire poking into her stomach, she broke the kiss. At his groan, she shook her head. “Not yet. I have to get dressed.”
“Next time,” he muttered.
Pushing out of his arms, she grinned up at him. “I’ll be back in just a second. You get ready.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready. That’s a promise.”
She laughed and then practically skipped into the bathroom. Once she closed and locked the door, she sat the bag down and dug inside. After she decided what to wear, she laid them out on the counter, and then started taking off her clothes.
When she was naked, she reached for the lingerie. The tight bodice was solid black with pink ribbons that wove through making intricate designs. It pushed her breasts up and over the cups, making her appear to have far more cleavage than she was blessed with. The black and pink panties were lace and practically see through. On her legs, she slid black silk stockings that had pink bows at the tops of her thighs. As she fluffed out her hair, she couldn’t help gazing in the mirror. She looked quite the sexpot, which she hoped pleased Pesh. Well, she knew it would please Pesh. The man was ravenous for her, something for which she was very thankful. Not quite the polite gentleman she had expected when she first met him, that was for sure.
Megan opened the bathroom door. Across the room, Pesh stood gazing out the window, stripped down to his boxer shorts. When she cleared her throat, he jerked his head to stare at her. Slowly, she walked out of the bathroom. Her eyes stayed on him. A shiver rippled through her as he tracked her every move. When she finally stood before him, it took less than a second for him to pounce on her. His hands grabbed her by the waist, jerking her flush against him. His mouth bore down on hers in a frantic kiss as he ground his cock between her legs.
Breathless, she pulled away to gaze up at him. “Does this mean you like the lingerie?”
“Oh hell yes, I do. I think we’re going to have to go back and get you some more.”
She laughed. “More shopping? You won’t hear me say no to that.”
Bending over, Pesh brought his arm under her knees and then lifted her up. She felt so light in his arms as he walked her over to the bed and gently deposited her on the mattress. As he loomed over her, her heartbeat sped up in anticipation the sensual delicacies she was about to experience.
Tugging on the straps of the bodice, he bared her breasts. His mouth hovered over her nipple, breathing warm air onto the cool tip. It puckered under his attention before his tongue darted out and flicked it. “Mmm,” she murmured, her fingers tightening in his hair. Making slow circles around her nipple, Pesh continued his teasing assault. Arching her back, she gripped the strands of his hair tighter, willing him to take her nipple in his whole mouth. Finally, he obliged her, sucking the hardened peak into his mouth. While he gave oral attention to one breast, his hand palmed and stroked the other. As the heat and moisture built in her core, Megan began sawing her legs back and forth. The friction eased her a little, but she wanted Pesh’s fingers, tongue, and dick there more than anything.
Over the fabric of her bodice, he kissed down her stomach. Just as he reached the juncture between her legs, he bypassed it and began kissing and licking the exposed skin on her upper thighs. She groaned in protest.
He gazed up at her with a teasing smile. “Did you want me to kiss you somewhere else?”
Raising her hips, she replied, “You know where I want you—where I want all of you.”
“Patience, my love.”
“Oh really?” she muttered. With one quick movement, she was out from underneath him in a flash. Surprise filled his face as she flipped him over onto his back and straddled him once again. Raking her fingernails down his chest, she stopped just at the waistband of his boxers. As his breath hitched, her hands went to his thighs, scraping a trail up the exposed skin to his dick. His hips bucked up, causing her to smile. “Oh, did you want me to touch you somewhere else?”
With a growl, he gripped her by the ass and forced her onto her knees. He slid down the mattress to where her core was right at his mouth. His tongue flicked out, sliding along the thin scrap of her panties. She gasped as he flattened his tongue and rubbed it over her *. Even through the fabric, it lit her on fire. As he added more pressure, she began to rock her hips against his face. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feel of tongue. When he pulled away, she whimpered. His lips came to kiss along her thighs again.
Just as Pesh’s teeth dug into one of the bows on her stockings, Megan’s ringtone for Mason blared out over her frustrated breaths. Pesh protested the interruption with a grunt, but immediately let the stocking fall from his mouth.
“I’m sorry. It’s his bedtime call. I have to take it,” Megan said, as she sat up in the bed.
“It’s all right, my love. I’m the one with patience, not you,” he replied, with a smile.
She rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed the phone off the nightstand and answered it. “Hey baby,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Hi Mommy. Miss you.”
Her heart warmed hearing his tiny voice while an ache filled her chest. “Oh, I miss you too, sweet boy. Are you being good for Grammy?”
“Uh-huh. Pway with Noah today.”
“Did you? Did you have fun?”
“Uh-huh. But Caowine cwies.”
Megan laughed at his summation of the latest Fitzgerald family member. “I bet she does. She’s a little baby, and they do like to cry. You cried a lot when you were that age.”
“Where Daddy?”
Glancing at Pesh, Megan smiled. “He’s right here. You want to talk to him?”
“Uh-huh.”
Megan handed the phone to Pesh. His face lit up as he said, “Hey buddy, how are you?”
As Mason rattled along to Pesh, Megan couldn’t help thinking of how happy Mason had been on her wedding day. He had played his part as ring bearer wonderfully. Everyone commented on how handsome he was in small tux and how much he looked like her. He was so excited to have a daddy and to be part of a real family. He didn’t even seem to mind that they were moving away from his grandparents into Pesh’s house. Of course, Pesh had sweetened the moving angst by having a black Lab puppy, just like Beau, waiting for Mason in his new room. He had squealed so loud that Megan thought her ear drums were going to burst.
“Oh, so Beau Two pee-peed on Grammy’s rug, huh?” Pesh asked, throwing Megan an “oh shit” look. While they were away, Angie was in charge of both Mason and the puppy, who Mason had aptly named Beau Two after his first love, Beau. Megan could imagine her mother was fit to be tied with her rugs being christened by puppy piss.
“Okay, you better go to bed now. Mommy and I miss you very, very much. We’re bringing you lots of presents home.” At Mason’s reply, tears shimmered in Pesh’s eyes. “I love you, too, buddy,” he replied, in a choked voice. “Say goodnight to Mommy,” he replied, thrusting the phone at Megan.
A sheepish expression came over Pesh’s face as he ground the moisture from his eyes with his fists. Megan took the phone. “Night, night, Mommy!” Mason called.
“Night, night, baby. You have sweet dreams, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay. Wuv you!”
She smiled. “I love you, too.”
After Megan hung up, she still cradled the phone to her ear as if by doing that, she was able to have Mason a little closer. Pesh’s hand came to rest on hers. “He’s something, isn’t he?” he asked.
“Yes, he is,” she murmured.
“I know it makes me a complete pansy, but every time he tells me he loves, I can’t help but cry.”
Putting her phone back on the nightstand, Megan eased herself over onto Pesh’s lap. “Don’t you ever worry that I think you’re a pansy because of what you feel for Mason. It makes me love you even more.” Brushing her hand across his cheek, she added, “A man who isn’t afraid of showing his emotions or his vulnerability is very sexy.”
“You think so?”
“Mmm, I do.”
He smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“Where were we?”
Glancing down at his crotch, Pesh said, “I think we’re starting over from my perspective.”
Megan’s hand went to cup his now deflated erection. She rubbed him over the boxers before dipping her hand inside to grip him. Pesh hissed in a breath. His head fell back against the headboard as she started stroking his growing length. Sliding down his body, she brought her hand to his lap and took him into her mouth. Her tongue teasingly flicked across the tip. Pesh’s hand came to tangle in her hair. She did leisurely strokes up and down his length before bringing him into her mouth. As she began bobbing up and down, Pesh’s groans echoed through the room.
As she cut her gaze up to him, he glanced down at her with hooded eyes. “So good, baby. So, so good,” he murmured.
When he started tensing up, she let him fall free of her mouth. “I want you to come inside me,” she said, as she climbed up his body. Rising up on her knees, she brought Pesh’s hands to the elastic band of her underwear. He tore them off her hips and down her thighs. Somehow she managed to get them off and toss them to the floor beside the bed.
Leaving on the bustier, she guided his erection to her core. Slowly, she eased down on him, inch by inch. When he was balls deep inside her, she sat back on his thighs. Raising her knees, she placed both her feet flat on the mattress. From this position, she was giving Pesh quite the view as she rose on and off of him. As the pressure began building inside her, the more frantic her movements became. Harder and harder she bounced, the sound of skin slapping along with grunts and panting echoing through the room. When Pesh’s fingers came to tease her *, she came undone, crying out and collapsing onto his chest. He continued raising his hips to pump into her until he came a few moments later.
Brushing the hair out of her face, Pesh stared up at Megan with a satisfied expression. She brought her lips to his for a gentle kiss. “I love you, Mr. Nadeen.”
“Do you?”
She bobbed her head. “I love you and your talented fingers and dick, all of who give me wonderful orgasms.”
He barked out a laugh. “I’ve married such a naughty girl, haven’t I?”
“Yes, you have.”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way, my love.”
Megan smiled as he slid free of her body. Easing her onto her side, Pesh spooned up behind her, nuzzling his face in her neck. “Rest now,” he said, drowsily.
“Yes, you need your rest. I’m going to want more of you in a little while.”
His chuckle made her tingle with love and lust. With the feel of his arm wrapped around her, Megan let her drooping eyes close and drifted off to a contented sleep.