“Originals?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off of them.
“Of course,” Tobias said.
“Can I take some home with me?”
“Not on the plane, but I could arrange freight,” Tobias said, in the same way he told Duncan he could see about finding him a castle in England.
He actually had looked for a castle, finding a few options for Duncan to go to, but none of them really struck his fancy. The fact that none of them came with electricity or indoor plumbing was something of a deal-breaker. He waffled on one outside Durham with a drawbridge, though.
After several halls and five flights of stairs, Tobias assured me that it would be worth it. He was quite right. The final destination of our sojourn was a penthouse room, literally on the roof of the building with a panoramic ocean view. Before I was even aware of it, I was right up against the guard rail looking out over the view.
“Careful,” Tobias said, placing a hand gently on the small of my back.
“It’s beautiful,” I said in a sort of glory endured fugue state.
“And why I bought the place,” Tobias added.
You might not have been able to literally buy happiness, but some of the things you could buy with enough money could endure happiness, which was almost the same thing.
“Would you like to go inside?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently kissing me on the cheek. I could already feel his hardening cock pressing up against my ass.
“Yes, please,” I said, referring to his cock as much as his clearly rhetorical question.
Scooping me up into his arms like he had done so many times, though with a bit more effort that time, my newlywed husband carried me into the penthouse to finalize and sanctify our union by fucking me silly.
One of the advantages to the dress we finally chose was that it was exceedingly easy to get off. Long and mostly sleeveless, it was mostly a matter of lowering the straps until the dressed cascaded down around my ankles. I neglected to wear underwear with the silky number, so a hop and a skip later and I was completely naked atop the southern French resort.
Stepping close, Tobias ran his hand down my body, from my neck to my pussy, gently cupping the latter, making me gasp. Literally holding me by the pussy, Tobias managed to get undressed one handed. His black boxer shorts fell to the floor. His hard cock spring out towards me like a cobra in a basket.
Unable to resist any longer, I got on my knees, taking his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes locked on his as I slowly and lovingly swallowed his cock, continuing until my lips brushed his pelvis. Easing back to a more comfortable depth, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and sucked his perfect cock at a regular rhythm, working his thick, sweet cum into my mouth. His load came in an absolute flood. A long moan of release escaped him.
“Your turn,” he said with a long smile.
Hauling me up into his arms once aging, this time with me flat against him, my legs wrapped around his legs, Tobias carried me over to the bed, the two of us kissing as we moved across the lovely marble floor which had been surprisingly comfortable under my knees.
Getting me onto the bed, Tobias ran his hands down my legs, taking each of my feet into his hands. Through a miracle of strength and co-ordination, he massaged both my feet in tandem, making me moan in joy, nearly melting into the high fiber European sheets.
Working me up to a near frenzy, Tobias went in for the knockout punch, dropping his head between my thighs. He lapped perfectly at my aching pussy, almost making me scream in pleasure. Introducing his fingers into the situation, he worked my pussy as he licked my clit, bringing me to a wracking orgasm.
Doing my best to rally, it was nearly twenty minutes before I could get to my feet. I hobbled to my suitcase to put my cunning plan into motion.
“What are you doin’, Pumpkin?”
“I have another present for you,” I said as I returned to the bed.
“Right now?” He asked.
“Trust me, it’s on theme.”
I watched with great anticipation as he untied the ribbon and top the lid from the box. His eyes lighting up as he saw what was inside.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Probably,” I said, unable to imagine what else he might think it was.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Definitely. How do you want me?”
“On your side,” he said.
I shifted onto my side. Tobias gently bent my legs at the knees, opening things up down there a lot more. Returning to the box of gifts, Tobias popped the lid on the little bottle of high-quality water-based lubricant, putting a generous portion onto the butt plug that was also housed in the box.