Chapter 111: The Honeymooners

At the airport, a private jet awaited them. They handed their passports and the single suitcase to the pilot, and went aboard. David took her on a tour of the small plane, ending with a bedroom. Their suitcase sat on the chest at the foot of the bed.

“What’s this?”

David laughed and kissed Hath’s neck. “You are a married lady. No more bathrooms for you. When we exercise our membership in the mile-high club, we do it in style now. The room is soundproofed, and we can lock the door.” David leaned in to kiss Hath’s neck again, and nipped at her skin.

Hath laughed and turned to hug her husband. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you more,” David answered, and kissed his wife again.

When the plane took off, Hath was excited. She now knew where they were going – Brazil. David didn’t want her to know, but she overheard the pilots talking. When the captain announced they could leave their seats, David stood and put his hand out for Hath to take. She did, and he led her to the back of the plane, to the bedroom.

Shutting and locking the door, David drew Hath to the bed. He found the zipper to her gown and unzipped it slowly, the sound impossibly loud in the small, quiet room. He let the dress fall from her body, and gasped at the sight of Hath, belly swollen with their children, standing there in her snowy-white lingerie. He reached out a trembling hand to gently cup his children, then slid his hand up to cup Hath’s breast. His other hand joined the silent worship, and he kneaded and pulled gently on her, kissing Hath slowly and tenderly, until she was panting.

“Oh, David,” she said, breathlessly. “You’re driving me insane.” She reached down to cup David’s erection through his tux pants and rubbed firmly, making him growl.

Hath unbuttoned David’s jacket and slipped it from his shoulders. The cummerbund and bow tie were next, followed closely by his shirt and pants. Holding hands, they crawled up into bed together. Hath lay on her back and David levered up on an elbow alongside her, sipping from her lips and trailing gentle fingertips over her breasts and belly. He reached beneath Hath’s back and unhooked her bra, discarding it over his shoulder behind him.

He leaned in to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth, and the gently pulling motion of his mouth made Hath’s clit throb. She moaned and wiggled on the bed, and David smiled around her flesh. Without breaking the sweet contact his mouth had with her skin, he urged Hath to raise her hips so he could slide the panties off her. He could feel their dampness and that made him harder.

He grazed her leg from knee to thigh over and over until Hath thought she would scream. Then he dipped a fingertip into her wet core, and she did. Impossibly turned on by her responsiveness, David hurriedly pushed down his boxers and kicked out of them, then rolled between Hath’s thighs. He pressed into her slowly, agonizingly so, until he was seated deep within her. He held himself there, pressed as deep into Hath as he could go, then he flicked her clit with his finger.

Hath’s eyes rolled back and her back arched as the waves of pleasure overtook her. She gripped the sheets next to her hips, and raised herself so David would press deeper. She started a rocking motion that David quickly matched thrust for thrust, and soon she was peaking again, this time taking David with her. He groaned her name as he spilled deep inside her, and Hath had to shove the side of the pillow into her mouth to muffle the screams.

When their pulsing and quivering stopped, David gently rolled to Hath’s side and pulled her close, kissing her for long minutes. “I will never get tired of kissing you, Mrs. Rashbaum,” David said.

“God, I hope not, Mr. Rashbaum,” Hath answered. The twins were now kicking up a storm, and Hath put David’s hand on her abdomen so he could feel them spinning and dancing in there. With a contented smile and a happy sigh, they drifted off in each other’s arms.

A subtle banking woke David. He checked his watch. Soon, the pilot would be expecting them to strap themselves into their seats. He shook Hath gently, and she smiled up at him. “Hello my husband,” she said, laying a hand on his cheek.

“Hello there, my wife,” David answered, turning his face to kiss her palm. “The pilots will be looking for us to be in our seats soon. We should get cleaned up.” They reluctantly got out of bed and padded hand-in-hand to the bathroom, where they took quick showers. Returning to the bedroom, Hath looked at her wedding dress, crumpled on the floor. She turned to the suitcase and opened it, laughing. Inside, she saw their bathing suits, a couple of t-shirts and sarongs, flip flops, basic toiletries, and that was it. Shaking her head, she pulled out one of the swimsuits and pulled it on. She tied a flowery sarong around her hips and slid her flip-flops on. David pulled on snug blue trunks and a t-shirt and his own sandals. They packed their wedding clothes into the suitcase and returned to their seats.

A few minutes later, the pilot announced that they were preparing to make their final approach at the airport, and the passengers should please “return to the upright position” and buckle their seatbelts. David laughed at the faux pas, sure that Richie was behind it, and Hath blushed.

When the plane taxied to a stop and the pilot opened the door, Hath and David stepped out into a tropical paradise. Everything was lush and green, and the sunshine and warm caress of the sun made Hath groan appreciatively. They were whisked away to a hotel for the day, and David said they had a private cabin arranged for tomorrow.

When they got to the hotel, they had the bellman take their bag up to their room, and they headed for the beach. They walked for miles up and down the expanse of white sand, collecting a few seashells on the way. They didn’t talk much, just wound their arms around each other’s waists and enjoyed being together. They would stop to kiss or to venture into the water and cool off but otherwise were content to just walk together. When they returned to the hotel, they had a light dinner out under the stars, and retired to their room, where they celebrated, again, their marriage to each other.

The next morning, the newlyweds showered and dressed in their bathing suits, and went down to the lobby. The concierge arranged for a car to take them to the docks. Hath was puzzled.

“I thought we had a private cabin arranged? Where are we going?”

David smiled. “We do have a private cabin. On a private island. We need to get to the docks so we can get to our boat.”

Hath’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything else. When they arrived at the docks of Sao Sebastiao, they were greeted warmly. Apparently, David put a lot of thought and preparation into this honeymoon. They were shown to their boat, which was already stocked with coolers of food. The boatman told them that he would return each evening with fresh ice for the coolers, and if there was anything else they needed, all they had to do was leave a note with the cooler, and he would take care if it.

They climbed aboard and settled onto the narrow bench at the bow, and looked out over the gloriously flat water. The boatman took them to island he called Toque Toque Grande. It had a very small beach, about 300m long, and it was mostly uninhabited so it was perfect. They had a little shack on the beach, furnished with a large, soft bed, a pair of comfortable chairs, and a small breakfast nook. There was no electricity, and the water was pumped to the shack by hand. There was a propane stove if they felt the need to cook anything, but were content to sup on cold meats and cheeses, and fresh fruits and vegetables. There was a little boat made available to them to use to go back to the mainland, but they didn’t bother. Everything they needed was already there.

“Oh David,” Hath said, “I'd live there forever if I could.” It was truly heaven on earth. Between the white sands, clear green water, deep blue skies, and uninterrupted time with her husband, Hath had never in her entire life been so content.

They spent the next two days in total isolation, venturing for the coolers only after they were sure that the boatman was gone. They sunned on the beach and swam nude in the ocean, and were both quickly tanned brown all over. Hath’s hair lightened in the sun, and they shared a laugh over how David had to dig a little gully in the sand for the LJs to settle into when Hath sunned her back. It was a perfect respite. The days passed quickly however – far too quickly.

They returned home to piles of mail in the foyer and stacks of slips from the post office in the box: gifts from friends and family who couldn’t make it to the wedding. Exhausted from the sun and travel, they collapsed into bed, not bothering to shower the travel off them. The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. The tour was starting back up in a couple of days, and Hath was starting her new job. She was insanely nervous, though she knew she could handle whatever Jon threw at her. She was also itching to get back online and tell the girls all about their honeymoon.

She and David sent a note to the girls, then started the arduous task of packing for the long overseas flight, and the longer series of dates that they’d be away from home.

Hath had a feeling that before the tour was over, she’d hate flying. She might even hate Jon.