Staring At The Ocean Ch. 02

Hi everyone.

This is the second chapter and there is still a few more to come before the story concludes.

The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.

Big ups to my editor Angel. Thanks for all the help (((hugs))). I must admit I added a sentence or two after I received the edited copy back.

Jordan

I carefully lifted Cheyenne out of the car and carried her to the private leer jet standing ten feet away.

"You didn't drug her did you?" the worried stewardess asked softly.

"No Gloria, she's asleep. I think the day kind of got to her. Tell the pilot to lift off as soon as we're strapped in."

I carried Cheyenne into the plane and set her down carefully on one of the plush seats that belonged in a lounge not a plane and buckled her in. I sat down beside her and strapped myself in. I then nodded toward the stewardess.

"Tell the pilot not to make any announcements. I don't want her waking up yet."

When the plane was taxied down the runway and we were safely in the air, I unbuckled Cheyenne's safety harness and laid her down on the couch in a more comfortable position and marveled at the fact that she could sleep through a plane taking off.

Moving to another couch I stretched out myself and quickly fell asleep. After being woken up by the stewardess, I slowly stretched, trying to work out the kinks in my aching muscles.

"Mr. Colt. We'll be landing in a few minutes. I suggest you wake the lady. She's been asleep the whole flight."

"Thanks Gloria."

I took Cheyenne's hand and spoke softly to her: "Cheyenne, it's time to wake up now. You've been asleep for too long. Come on, sweetheart, wake up."

Cheyenne slowly opened her eyes, but something told me everything wasn't quite right. She was still too tired and groggy even after all the sleep she'd had.

''Cheyenne honey, what's wrong, why won't you wake up properly?"

"Umm. Took something . . . to sleep." Cheyenne murmured so softly that I had to lean in to hear what she was saying. "You took sleeping pills? Why?" I couldn't understand.

Cheyenne looked at me dreamily and with a smile said: "Sorry, love. But I needed to sleep. I'm so tired. Didn't sleep before the wedding."

Cheyenne yawned and almost went back to sleep. I just stared at her thinking how easily we slipped into the role of a married couple, already calling each other by pet names.

''Cheyenne you have to sit up for a bit, please. I need to strap you in."

I got Cheyenne into a sitting position and buckled the seatbelt. I then sat down next to her and strapped myself in so I could support her. Cheyenne laid her head on my shoulder and promptly went back to sleep. When the plane touched down at our secret location, I unbuckled Cheyenne from her seat, lifted her up in my arms and carried her from the plane.

I handed her over to the driver and said: "I'll get in first and then pass her to me." The driver looked a bit bewildered but did as I asked.

When the car sped from the airport, I was holding Cheyenne in my arms like a baby. I couldn't stop looking at her face and was thinking to myself, "This girl is my world now."

"Where the fuck did that come from?"

I was stunned at the turn my thoughts took, but for some reason I knew they were true. When we reached the hotel, I left Cheyenne in the car and went inside the hotel to sign in. When I got the keys to our private bungalow I went back to the car and told the driver where to go. We rolled to a stop in front of the bungalow and I asked the driver to bring in the bags. Picking Cheyenne up from the car I carried her inside, through the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

I left her and walked back to the living area and gave the driver a fifty-dollar bill. "That's for your trouble."

I shook the man's hand and the driver left. I took our luggage through to the bedroom. Once there, I opened my suitcase and drew out a dark blue T-shirt. I went to the bed and undid the laces on Cheyenne's shoes. When they were undone I tossed them in the general direction of the luggage and then went to work on her clothes.

When she was undressed, I tried, not to look at her with lust filled thoughts, but I couldn't help myself. I got hard at the sight of her. Painfully hard. I shook myself and went over to the bed and tried to dress her in my T-shirt, but I couldn't quite manage it on my own.

"Cheyenne, can you wake up for a minute so I can put this on you?" Cheyenne moaned softly and tried to sit up but I needed to help her.

When I finally got the T-shirt on her, I pulled back the covers and put her to bed. I got up and looked down at her. I quickly turned away and went to the luggage. I unpacked both our things and put everything where it needed to be.

When I was done, I went outside and pulled a pack of cigarettes from my trousers' pockets. As I lit up a cigarette I wondered if Cheyenne knew about my secret vice. I smiled to myself, wondering if I'd have to give it up or not. When the cigarette was finished, I turned and walked back into the bedroom. I felt fatigue creeping up on me and decided to go to bed. I striped to the skin, never having slept any other way and got into bed beside Cheyenne. It took me a while to drift to sleep. Having Cheyenne's body next to mine radiating heat didn't help. I also couldn't help but wonder what Cheyenne was going to say when she got up.

***

Cheyenne

I woke up slowly and stretched like a cat, starting at my toes and slowly stretching every muscle on the way up. When I stretched my arms out, I came into contact with something solid. I quickly pulled my hand back and looked at Jordan.

''Morning," he smiled as he said the word.

"Hi. Is the wedding over?" I asked, a little confused.

Jordan just chuckled. I couldn't help but stretch again and when I came into contact with his chest again I didn't pull away but looked up at him and smiled.

"Do you think we can cuddle for a while? I feel like having a cuddle. I don't want to get up yet, I'm too comfortable and too warm and too content to get up and I want to just hold you before I have to get up and face the world."

"Sure, it's still very early and I could do with a cuddle. I don't think anyone ever wanted to have a cuddle with me before." Jordan smiled and gathered me into his arms and held me so my head was resting on his shoulder.

"Don't lie to me Jordan Colt. You must have cuddled with someone before." I turned in his arms so my back was to his chest. I snuggled closer to him and made myself comfortable.

"To tell you the truth I don't think I've ever wanted to cuddle with anyone before."

"Well, you can have a cuddle with me any old time, all you have to do is ask, ok?"

"Ok."

We fell into a harmonious silence and I felt Jordan's body relax. I gave into the urge of sleep and closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Two hours later when I woke, I realized that while we were sleeping we had changed positions and that Jordan was now lying on his side and I was facing him. My leg draped wantonly over his hip and my free hand resting on his chest. Jordan's hand was resting on my leg just underneath my buttock. I felt Jordan's hand travel down my bent leg and felt the smooth silkiness of my skin trembling beneath his hand.

''Hey, are you feeling me up mister?" I was smiling as I said the words and Jordan knew that I didn't really mind him feeling me up because of the shudder that racked my body.

"Yeah. From where I'm lying you feel very good and I wouldn't mind being felt up in return," he smiled back.

I let my hand fall to his waist and trailed my upward from his buttocks to his back.

"Hmmm. It feels good being felt up," Jordan practically groaned. He reciprocated the gesture and ran his hand up my back underneath the T-shirt I was wearing.

"Hmmm, that fells good."

I moved closer to Jordan and lifted my face for a kiss. He leaned in and gently put his lips to mine. Softly and gently, almost like he was afraid that I was going to freak out. A soft sigh escaped my lips and he suddenly changed the pressure on my lips. I let my mouth fall open and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. That's where it all went south.

Jordan

I heard her make a small mewling sound in the back of her throat and could suddenly not stand the fact that she was so far away from me. I pulled her even closer and the kiss went carnal. Hands were suddenly everywhere. When her hands made contact with the skin at my waist, I sucked in a ragged breath and kissed Cheyenne with even more vigor. Cheyenne spread her fingers wide and ran her hands up my back pushing her fingers into my back muscles. I was all over her at that point. I couldn't believe how soft and silky her skin felt. I cursed himself as ten kinds of fool for not acting on my feelings for her earlier. I moved my hands upwards until they stopped underneath her breasts.

Cheyenne made that faint whimpering sound in the back of her throat again. I palmed both her breasts and softly urged her nipples erect. Cheyenne gripped my back and kissed me back, but there was something else in that kiss. Something I never felt before.

I pushed Cheyenne onto her back, stripped the shirt off her body and bent my head over her taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Cheyenne let out a little yelp of sensation. She tossed her head from side to side as my hand moved downward toward the place she wanted to be touched the most. When I made contact with Cheyenne's sex, she arched up, into my hand.

''Oh, Jordan."

I smiled as I kissed down her belly toward my goal. I gently removed my hand and pressed her legs apart. When my mouth came into contact with her womanhood, Cheyenne let out a yell.

"Oh, God, don't do that. Jordan!" I looked up and smiled at her.

"Why?"

"Just don't, ok."

Cheyenne tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hands and held them to her sides and went back to kissing her. Soft licks and kisses weren't enough. I pressed my mouth harder into her and pressed my tongue inside her.

Cheyenne

"Oh God."

I was trying so hard not to enjoy what Jordan was doing to my body, but I suddenly felt my body spinning out of control. A million stars exploded behind my eyelids as I let out a sharp cry. It shocked me that an orgasm could come so quickly and be so intense.

Jordan left his feast and moved up my body kissing as he went. He placed soft chaste kisses on both my breasts. When he got to my mouth, he stunned me and turned me over so I was lying on top of him.

"Wha . . . what are you doing?"

"You take it from here. It will be better for you. I don't want to hurt you." I knew I got that wicked look in my eyes when his expression changed for male satisfaction to question.

"Pay back is a bitch."

I leaned over and gave Jordan a soft kiss on the lips. Not really knowing what the hell I was doing, hoping to God I knew enough so I didn't disappoint him. I moved downwards and left a trial of licks, kisses and nibbles in my wake. When I got to his dick, I was happy and delighted to find it hard and erect, thinking I must have done something right. I wrapped both hands around him.

"Cheyenne, what are you doing?"

"Well, since you've had breakfast, it's only fair that I also get to eat."

With a smile I bent my head and licked the straining tip of his penis. Moving my head further down, I licked from the base right up and when I got to the tip, I let instinct take over and my mouth swallowed his erection.

Jordan let out a yell of his own and quickly grabbed me by the shoulders lifting me up his chest. A proud little smile played around my lips as I straddled Jordan's lap and lifting myself up, I impaled myself on his hard length, slowly moving downwards, until both Jordan and I felt resistance.

"You're a virgin." It wasn't a question. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not a big deal." I suddenly went shy and made to move off him.

"No, don't." Jordan moaned as I slid up his erection.

"I just wish you had told me. I could have made it better for you."

"It's already been good. Hell, it's been great. It's been fantastic, mind-blowing and incredible. Just don't stop, ok."

Jordan placed his hands on my hips and moved me slowly downwards and he cock back inside, exercising gentle pressure, but not enough to break my hymen. He moved one of his fingers between my legs and started stroking my little nub. The sensations of my earlier climax returned and suddenly every nerve ending in my body went haywire.

"It's not possible. It's to soon," I thought.

Without thinking I pressed my body downwards and suddenly Jordan was fully imbedded inside me. Jordan stopped and looked at the expression on my face. When I calmed down, I slumped across his body. Jordan held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. I knew he was willing to stop there but I had different plans for him. I sat up and started moving my body up and down on his hard, engorged lenght, mimicking his earlier movements.

Jordan gasped and held onto my hips again, as if he was trying to hold me in place. I then sat up so I could take him into me more fully. I only had one coherent thought. Jordan. I knew that I was about to explode again and wanted him with me. I leaned forward again and buried my face in Jordan's neck. Not knowing what to do or say I once again let myself go and let instinct take over.

That's when I heard myself say, "That's it, baby. Let go. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Jordan cried out and I felt his body respond to my whispered command. His seed exploded out of his body into mine, filling me with pulses of white hot cum as he released inside of me. His upper torso lifted up from the bed with the force of it. For some reason I couldn't stop. I kept on riding him until I was sure every last drop of moisture had been wrung from his body and I didn't have the strength left to move.

Jordan fell back onto the bed taking me with him and just held me, refusing to let me go, when I tried to get off him. Within minutes both of us where asleep. I was still on top of him and he was still inside me.

***

I woke slowly with a delicious feeling between my legs. It felt like a thousand bolts of electricity was running through my body. I became fully awake when I felt Jordan thrust his hips against me. I decided to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. Suddenly he flipped me over and I was lying on my back staring up at his beautiful smiling face. He never once stopped moving inside me.

"Jordan." His name came out on a sigh and I couldn't help but notice the love in my voice. "I wonder if Jordan hears it too."

"Yes, love?"

"Hurry, I want to cum again." Like a torch to a flame, Jordan slammed into me and wouldn't stop even if God himself told him to.

"Jesus, Jordan! Fuck!" I screamed when I felt Jordan spill himself into me.

"Chey . . . Holy mother of Fuck!" Jordan collapsed on top of me and although I could hardly breathe, I didn't want him to be anywhere else.

After about ten minutes it was a different story. When we both calmed down I started to feel Jordan's weight.

"Colt. Could you get off me, you're heavy?"

"Sorry." Jordan moved to my side and I got my first look at the big French style doors that lead onto a big deck and then straight onto the sand of the beach.

"What the fuck. Jesus, Jordan. Where the hell are we?" I was completely aware that I was screeching like a fishwife. Jordan started laughing.

"In my excitement I didn't get a chance to tell you. Welcome to our honeymoon suite."

"Honeymoon . . . what honeymoon? We're not taking a honeymoon!" I got out of bed, completely forgetting that I was stark naked and giving my husband (and I do use the term loosely right this very minute) a fantastic show.

"Yes we are. Chloe helped with the packing and I whisked you away. It was very easy, actually." Jordan smiled and got out of bed too. He came to stand behind me and wrapped those beautiful arms I just couldn't resist around me.

"Is this ok, because if you're unhappy about it, we can fly back." Jordan's voice held a note of uncertainty.

"Are you kidding me? This is a fantastic surprise. Would you mind if we go for a swim and then get breakfast? I'm starving," I asked.

"Sure, let's go." Jordan took my hand and started out the door toward the beach.

"Wait, are you nuts. We're naked. I need a swimsuit and so do you." I tried to drag him back inside. Quite useless as he was a good foot taller than I was.

"No, we don't, look around. This is our beach, it's private and no one will disturb us here. That's why I chose it. Come on, live a little."

"Gmhft." Ok, ok I hear ya, not the most lady-like sound to make, but the guy was asking me to go skinny-dipping in the middle of the day.

"Come on." Jordan again tried to pull me out the door.

"Look, buster. The only way you're getting me in that water is by picking me up and taking me there yourself." Shit. Wrong move.

"Ahhhhhh," I screamed as Jordan picked me up, and holding me to his chest, made quick work of the distance between the bungalow and the ocean.

Jordan dumped me into the waves. Deciding it was better to stay, we frolicked there for about fifteen minutes. When we got back from the beach, again with me in Jordan's arms, he called for breakfast and I went to have a shower. I came out wearing a sarong and Jordan went into the bathroom to have a shower. When he came out breakfast had arrived and I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs on the deck having coffee.

Realizing to late that Jordan was done, he saw the cigarette in my hand and before I could say anything Jordan pulled out his own cigarettes and tossed them onto the table. We laughed hysterically at one another for not having the courage to tell the other that we smoked. Jordan sat down next to me and together we had breakfast.

*** Jordan

That night I took Cheyenne out to dinner at the main resort and we had lobster and a crisp white wine. We laughed and joked and it was in my opinion anyway, the best damn dinner I've had in months.

My jaw and stomach muslce hurt to hell. I don't think I've ever laughed this much since I was a child and I know for a fact no-one could wipe the shit-eating gron from my face.

We elected to walk back to the bungalow along the surf. Everything was silent around except for the rush of the ocean on sand and the sound of the waves breaking on the water. Suddenly I felt the need to ask.

"Cheyenne how do you feel about children?"

"I love kids, why?"

"How do you feel about having some?"

"I was hoping to talk to you about that. Conventional female that I am, I want at least six!" she rambled.

I smiled down into her worried face and the only thing I could come up with to say was, at least we'll spend lots of time in bed. Instead I took a breath to clear my head and said: "Six is a bit much, but I could live with two or three."

"So, you want kids? That's great!" The smile came back to her face and everything lit up.

"I don't really want six children. I was just panicked. I didn't know what to do or what to say and I really want kids, Jordan. It's one of those things I want really badly from life."

"Cheyenne." I pulled her close and hugged her, resting my chin on her head. Both my arms went around her and I held on tight. I immediately noticed that she held on just as much I did.

"Would you relax. I want children, you want children there's nothing more to say or get upset about except how many we actually will have, which we can discuss after the first one is here, ok?" I said the words gently and was rubbing her back as I said them.