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Violet’s been in the bathroom—and not the airplane bathroom—for a long time. I assume she’s getting ready for me, because it’s the first place she went as soon as we arrived at our villa in Hawaii. I don’t know what could possibly be taking so long. I’ve had my face between her legs recently, and I’m highly aware of how nice and smooth things are down there, so I’m concerned about what’s happening behind that closed door.
After another ten minutes, I start to get impatient. She went in there with an entire bag of things. We’ve been married for almost twenty-four hours, and we have yet to consummate.
I roll off the bed and pad to the bathroom. Salty ocean air fills my lungs, and a warm breeze blows through the open curtains. I’m not worried about anyone hearing Violet when we finally get to having sex. Our little villa is nicely buffered from the ones surrounding it. The view from our deck is stunning. White sand turns into blue water and in the distance are green mountains rising from the ocean. Later, once we’ve had time to enjoy each other, we can go for a swim, and then come back and enjoy each other some more.
I put my ear against the door. I can’t hear anything but water running and Violet mumbling.
“You coming out soon?” I tap with a knuckle.
“One more minute. I’m almost ready!”
I don’t go back to the bed. Instead, I put a hand on either side of the jamb and wait.
It’s another two minutes before the door swings open. Violet jumps and screams. “Jesus, Alex! You ruined my entrance! Go lie down and let me do this again.”
She shoves on my chest and tries to close the door, but I’m not inclined to move. Violet looks like the bridal version of Little Red Riding Hood.
She’s wearing her veil. But that’s not all. A white lace bra cups her boobs, and my gaze gets stuck there before I can check out the rest of her as she slams the door in my face.
“Baby, come on out.” I try the handle, but she’s locked it. Smart woman.
“Not until you lie down.”
“Okay.” I’m not about to argue with her. Obviously she has a plan. If allowing her to execute it will get me inside her sooner, I’ll do whatever she wants.
I lie back down on the massive bed with its gauzy curtains. The setting is perfectly romantic. I’m spending an obscene amount for us to be here, but I only get one honeymoon with Violet, so it’s worth the expense.
A minute later the door opens an inch, and Violet’s eye appears in the crack. When she sees me lying on the bed in my boxers that say “Just Married” across the front, she opens it wider.
Now I have a fantastic view of the entire package. Sweet fucking Christ, my wife is hot. In addition to the veil and bra, she’s wearing garters, and I think a lacy pair of panties. She’s clutching what seems to be a picnic basket. And she’s wearing red heels. Not super-high ones, but heels nonetheless.
My dick is punching at the release hatch of my boxers with urgency. Violet carefully saunters over.
“Gimme a little spin, please.” I twirl my finger in the air. “I wanna see what that looks like from the back.”
She does as I ask, her heels clicking on the floor as she gives me her backside. The ribbon edging the veil skims the curve of her ass. Which appears to be bare. I don’t think she’s wearing panties after all.
“You look incredible, wife.”
She turns around again, her smile as shy as it is coy. “Thanks, husband. I thought you might like the virginal slutty look.”
“I love the virginal slutty look.” She knows me so well.
Violet places the basket, which I hope is full of fun, on the end of the bed. When I sit up and reach for it, she smacks my hand away. “Nuh-uh.” She wags her perfectly manicured finger. “You have to wait for that. I have some special surprises planned.”
I raise my hands in supplication and lie back again, watching as she crawls over to me on her knees. Her bra is covered in crystals, and it shimmers in the light. I take in the rest of her, appreciating the dip in her waist and the lace band of the garters as they draw my eye down.
“Uh, Violet?”
She sets the basket down beside her as she settles back on her heels. “Yes, Alex?”
“What’s going on here?” I smooth my hand up her thigh, but before I can get anywhere good, she rises up on her knees.
“I made my beaver a veil!” She thrusts her hips forward so I can get a better look. It’s a mini replica of the one she’s wearing on her head.