Page 20 of Something Old

Up in the bedroom I pull my suitcase open and start searching for my black silk nightie. The white didn’t seem to catch his attention enough, so I’ll try black this time.

It’s our first night on our honeymoon - all the pressure from the wedding is over - so I think he will be much more relaxed - and enthusiastic.

I giggle as I head into the bathroom to change.

Wrapping a long silk gown, also black, around myself to hide what I’m wearing - I want to keep it a surprise. I wait, listening for him - he won’t be long.

But it feels like ages has passed and I hear nothing.

I sigh, getting bored with all the waiting.

Finally, when I think he must have changed his mind about having a sleep after lunch - I head downstairs to find him.

And he’s asleep on the sofa.

He fell asleep down here.

I giggle. Poor guy was so tired he didn’t even make it up stairs. No wonder he seemed so disinterested in the villa.

I push him a little, shifting him over so that I can lie down next to him. In his sleep he mumbles but moves easily enough.

I drop the gown to the floor, feeling the smooth fabric as it brushes over my skin, then I lie down next to him, pulling his arm and wrapping it around my waist.

I snuggle with my back against his chest, pressing my ass against his cock.

I close my eyes, a grin on my face, knowing he won’t be able to resist the feel of this silk when he wakes up.

I can’t sleep, because being this close to him makes every cell of my body feel alive.

I press my ass a little harder against his cock and he stirs slightly. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I gasp.

My heart beats a million miles an hour.

I hear him mumble something I can’t make out. He’s talking in his sleep.

His hand travels over my waist and I feel him thrusting his hips forward a little.

His cock is growing harder.

I move my hips in small circles. Feeling so turned on at his touch.

“Leora?” he says in shock, shifting his hips away from me so that I can no longer feel how hard he is. “What the fuck?” he mutters.

He sits up, half pushing me off the sofa. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to sleep for a little while after lunch, so I was lying with you.” I say innocently. “But seeing as you’re awake now maybe—” I sit up and turn to face him, sitting on my knees with my legs spread wide. His eyes trail over my body, the skimpy black silk hardly covering anything at all.

He clears his throat, and I see how he has to force himself to look away.

“I’m going to shower.” He grabs my hips, lifts me out of the way, stands up and sets me back down on the sofa. “Alone.” He says.

I stare at his back as he walks away from me. Why doesn’t he want me?

Biting my lip, I look down at what I’m wearing. It’s cute. It’s better than cute - it’s really sexy.

I sigh and flop back against the sofa.

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