Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 111
"How long have you owned this house?"
"A few years. I started renovations on it then, and just completed them."
"So, is it safe to assume that since you’ve been working on the apartment in Rome, the farm house in Alabama and this house here in Vegas that you have a remodeling project wherever you live? And if that’s the case, then do you have a remodeling fetish or is this some sort of therapy for you?"
He smiles and looks around, "Hmm. Both. Would you like a quick tour?"
"Absofuckinglutely! What kind of question is that?"
He sets me down, bends over and offers his back. "Bareback. It’ll be quicker."
I jump on, wrap my legs around him, and put my face next to his ear. I kiss his neck as he stands and starts up the stairs. "Well start at the top." He takes two at a time and goes up to the third floor. He steps through the double doors into an open bay area. The only furnishings are a couple of couches and overstuffed chairs. One whole wall is lined with books, the other has a theater screen sized TV, and the back wall consists of curtains. "This is the media room." He quickly swings around to head back down, and I ask.
"Windows behind the curtains?"
"No. They are for sound proofing only."
"Is there a balcony?"
"Not on this floor." He goes back down and stops on the second floor. When we enter the foyer, he says. "Not as swank as the Bear Cave, but it works." He walks around the living area, the bedroom, the dressing room and the bath.
Again, I see luxury that shouts billionaire from the marble floor, the plush rugs, to the hand carved wood trim on the doors and the wall of windows, to the plush bedding and the leather furnishings. "You have excellent taste, Aurei. This is exquisite. The colors and hues blend and bend the light."
"I’m glad you like it. The balcony is here." He walks across the room, and I realize there are glass doors too in the wall of windows. He pulls one open and the fresh air hits us as he walks outside. The balcony runs the length of the suite and spans a width large enough to hold a hot tub. There are potted trees and plants that offer shade along with lounge chairs and a mini bar. The floor and walls are tile and the banister is a simple, clean design of diamond shapes with gemstones. "The view of Red Rock Canyon is superb in the daytime, and you can see the golf course too over there." He points to an area where there are lights to the right. "But the best part is the stars. Look up, Wild Thang."
I look up and tell him. "This is more than exquisite!" The stars are like a million tiny lights on a dark blue, almost black, backdrop.
"I bought this house for the views."
"You did good!"
He turns to go back in and I see light coming from the area where I saw the rooftop before. "Is there another house on the property?"
"Oh yeah. There’s a guesthouse. Maria lives there."
"Maria? Who is Maria?" I ask and pull up to see his face.
He smirks. "She’s my house sitter. You’ll meet her later. No questions now. Be a quiet kitten."
His tone is light, but his words firm, so I drop it. "Curiosity won’t kill this kitten."
He chuckles and heads back down the stairs. On the bottom floor, he opens a door and points inside. "This goes to the garage." He continues giving me a tour via opening doors and telling me where they go. I ask him questions and he answers them all, going into the details of what the house was like before and how he’s changed it. In the kitchen, he sets me down on the bar stool and opens the refrigerator. He takes a container out and pops the top. Moving his nose over the length of it, he inhales a deep breath and says. "Ah! My favorite." Then goes to the cabinets for the dinnerware.
The aroma hits me too and my stomach growls. "Mmm. Smells yummy! Who’s your chef?"
"Maria." He says as he takes a knife and cuts a healthy portion of the homemade enchiladas then scoops it up and places it on a plate.
Umhmmm. Maria. "If that’s mine, that’s too much."
"Nonsense." He laughs as he scoops up a huge portion and puts on another plate. "It’s our honeymoon and we’re going to need our stamina tonight." He grins at me and his eyes twinkle. "You’re going love your wedding gift."
"Now who’s the naughty tease?"
He chuckles as he puts them in the microwave to heat. "I learned from the best."
I laugh with him watching him move around the kitchen, set the table and find a bottle of Sangiovese wine. He pours us both a glass and we sit to eat and enjoy our first meal as husband and wife. He asks about my condo and I tell him how I designed it to fit my personality and my needs for privacy and workouts. Occasionally he grins and nods. I can see a mischievous twinkle in his eye, but I don’t remark on it, I just keep talking about my other passion. Architecture and design. I ask him questions about the farmhouse renovations too and discover he is remodeling an old farmhouse from the last century. He is evasive and I don’t push it.
When we are finished, I take the dishes and load them into the dishwasher while he takes a couple of phone calls. He paces around the kitchen, speaking Italian, then I hear, "Ciao." And his arms snake around me from behind. "Ready for your wedding gift?"
I twist to look in his eyes. "Aurei, I feel bad. I didn’t have time to get you anything."
He kisses my nose. "I didn’t have time either."
I frown and tilt my head.
He chuckles and scoops me up. He explains as he walks through the house again. "This is something I intended to give you from the moment I first saw you dance and knew I was going to make you mine. I’m calling it your wedding present just because our first night spent here will be our wedding night."
"Oh!" I answer confused. "Now I’m really curious."
He stops at a double door area on the east side of the house. He puts me down and opens the door. "This is the East Wing." As we leave the original house and enter the new section, I’m surprised by the expanse of it. "Obviously, not all of this is the wedding gift." He tells me as he cinches our hands and walks me through the rooms.
He has a virtual golf driving range, a gun range, a complete weight room, and a full Roman style bath area. As soon as we enter the bath, the water calls to me. I slip out of my shoes and take my dress off. Walking into the water, I realize it’s a mineral spring. I dance my fingertips on top of the waist deep warmth. I turn back to see his jacket off and him pulling at his bow tie. I dip down and let the water splash over my tits while I enjoy the strip show. Aurei’s rock-hard body could definitely be the main attraction at any male revue club. He unzips his pants and unbuttons his shirt, then pulls it out. As he unbuttons the cuffs, I float on my back and let my tits surface. He grins at me with that sideways grin as he lets the shirt fall to the floor. Then he takes his shoes and socks off and pushes his pants down. His cock is hard and needy again. I grin at him, then submerge myself. Swimming to the other side under water, I come up and say. "Ah, this is divine!"
"It melts the stress away." He says.
His voice is right in front of me. I wipe the water out of my eyes and see his wet hair dripping on his face. He peers at me with one eye open and one closed, then he stands up and shakes the water from his hair. He combs the excess water from his hair and wipes his face. Looking up at him, I admire the view from this angle. The size of this broad shoulders with his arms overhead like that only magnify his size and his six pack abs are really eight pack perfection. His tummy is totally flat between his "V."
Damn, he is so fucking fine and he is officially mine!
Aurei:
I wipe the water off my face and clear my vision, then look down on Siri. Her petite frame is floating just under the surface of the water while her big tits float on top. Her blonde hair is dark and stuck tight to her head, making her eyes with the eyeliner and heavy mascara look large on her small face. Just as she reaches for my cock, I reach to cup her tits and drop down to my knees, keeping my hard-on safe from her hands. She smirks, pushes away, and cocks her eyebrow at me, thinking I did it on purpose. She drifts on her back, letting the water splash in her cleavage, then she starts a slow rolling, lazy, barrel stroke, alternating one back stroke with one forward crawl, making her tits then her butt cheeks break the surface and tease me. I growl, jump out of the water and dive towards her. In three strokes, I’ve caught her, grabbed her foot before she can escape and snatched her to me. She floats into my arms, relaxed and at ease under the water. I feel one hand cup my balls, and one seizes my cock as her hair drifts around her face. Her cocky, smug expression makes me laugh out loud, and I lose my air, having to stand up. I bring her with me to the surface. I accuse her. "That’s Mermaid trickery right there."
She throws her head back and laughs out loud too. The sound echoes against the tile walls, and it’s contagious. I laugh again hard with her. The sound of our happiness fills my heart, and before I realize it, I’m carrying her to the sauna. Cradling my naughty girl in my arms, I walk straight through. On the other side, I stop and set her down. "Stand still with your arms out."
She rolls her eyes. "Bossy again, huh?" Then the dryers and heat lamps automatically come on, and grinning at me; she looks truly impressed. "Very nice!"
I wink at her. "Cuts down on the laundry bill."
She cracks up, and we laugh again. In less than two minutes, we are dry, except for her hair. I swoop her up again and take her to the changing room. "Blow dry your hair while I get our clothes. I’ll be right back." I kiss her puckered lips and return to the mineral spa. The sound of my footsteps echo on the tile walls, and I realize how lonely my life has been without her. It’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like we’ve known each other our whole lives. I am truly a lucky man.
When I enter the dressing room, she is completely dry and wrapped in a white chenille robe. The tiny white roses buds and gold leaves are still in her hair. She looks angelic.
She gives me a sexy smile, and my cock leads the way to her.
Two Hundred Forty-Three
Siri:
Aurei carries me down the hall and stops at a set of heavy doors. "We’re here." My hero hunk announces.
I tear my eyes away from his handsomeness and look at the doors where we stand. They have the bear image carved into them. Crucial! Wrapped around the handles is a big golden bow. "I see the bear mystic is a reoccurring theme. Growling Bear must be your Native American name."
"It’s my spirit animal." He laughs as he gently sets me down, then bows and waves to the golden bow. "Mrs. Moore, your wedding gift."
I step forward and pull the sash. It falls open easily. I look up at him, and he is smiling his big, beautiful smile. I give him one back and tell him. "Mr. Moore, I want to thank you in advance for whatever it is waiting for me beyond these doors. I know it is not only an exquisite gift but thoughtful too. Thank you." I stand on my tiptoes and peck his lips.
His sincere, sweet eyes, tell me he approves of my assessment and he pecks my lips. "You’re welcome. Let’s go enjoy it. I’ve been waiting for months!"
I shake my head. "You and your fucking secrets. I’m not going to wonder if there are any more because I somehow know there always will be."
His grin affirms that truth. "Just look at it this way, there will never be a dull moment."
"That’s for sure." I turn back to the door and step up to it, then push the latch down. When it clicks, music instantly begins to play. The song is "So Contagious" by Acceptance. A grin spreads over my face, from ear to ear, and I look back at him to see his smug expression. He is very pleased with himself. "I’m going to feel right at home in here." I strut into a large foyer area that resembles the smaller foyer at Bare’s Room in Rome, but this room has full-size furniture. It’s more like a small living area with coffee tables and even a roll top desk. I twirl around. "What shall we call this place?"
"Bare’s Den, of course." He grins as we take our robes off and hang them on the hooks.
"Of course."
He wiggles his fingers for my hand as we walk over to the interior door and I slip mine through his. He cinches me to him as he pushes the door open. I smile as we enter, confident that I will fucking love whatever is here, but I’m gobsmacked by what I see. Completely overwhelmed! The area is gigantic huge! "Fucking WOW! Aurei! Wow!"
The decor is obviously inspired by my Seary show. The floor is red and purple and has an inlaid glittering gold ribbon curving and flowing across it. The four walls and ceiling are dark, smokey mirrors. Several chandeliers give off low light. There are no windows. I try to drop his hand, wanting to wander around and explore the dark shadows, but he holds on tight and pulls me to the center of the room. "Not yet, Kitten Thang."
As we approach, soft lights illuminate the main attraction. A custom giant bed. As we get closer, I realize the four posts are actually stripper poles, and they disappear into the ceiling. "Sweet Zeus! Nice!"
He lets go of my hand and crawls to the center of the bed. Flopping down on his back, he puts his arms over his head, cradles it, and crosses his legs, then says. "Now, Kitten Thang."
Without hesitation, I jump on the pole. As soon as my hands feel the coolness of the metal, strobe lights and drums boom the beat of a heart. This man is fucking awesome! As I shimmy up for a view around the area, I hear him say, "Play I’m your man, please," and Clark Beckham starts to sing "Your Man" to us. I giggle when I look down on him. The sexy beast is tapping his toes to the music while he smiles up at me, letting the song inform me. He’s locked the door, the lights are dim, and he’s been thinking about this for a long, long time. We’ll take our time and explore what he’s had in mind.
He’s my man! The words are perfect! I show him my appreciation to his song choice, by putting on a show for him. Letting my body dance my love for him. He sings the Ahs and the Ohs.
As I move around the pole, I take in the view too. There are multiple beds. A small twin size with a brass spindled headboard, a kingsize with an ornate, heavy headboard and footboard, a couple of four poster beds, like in the Bear Cave, with curtains pulled shut.
At the end of the song, I slide down the pole and pounce, landing next to him. He wraps me in his arms and pulls me on top of him. I look down into his handsome face. "Sweet Zeus, Aurei. You have outdone yourself!"
He laughs a happy, low hum. "The moment I knew you were going to be mine, Wild Thang, I started working on this."
"Fucking wow! It’s fucking heaven!"
Aurei:
I stare up into her eyes, then flip her over, needing to make love to my wife. As I push her legs up and slide my cock into her silkiness, I whisper. "Remember when I promised you a trip to Heaven?" I thrust hard into her.
"Ah," escapes her lips.
I grind her clit.
"Umm," plays sexily in her throat.
Needing to nuzzle that sound, I sink my face to her neck. "Remember?" I ask softly as I begin nibbling her earlobe, letting my breath ease from my mouth and caress the sensitive skin surrounding it, then blowing bursts of air from my nostrils into the deep crevice. When she starts to squirm, I know I’ve saturated her mind, and I move down her neck, sucking her soft skin, and licking her sweetness. I begin the complete seduction of her soul.
"Ummhmm." She moans as she freely gives herself to me.
Working my lips and my kisses over her skin, I feel the goosebumps rise with her excitement. When my tongue teases the tips of her tits, rolling them around and around, I hear her little gasps of pleasure. When I lick hard and long, laying my flat tongue on it and dragging it across the sensitive ridges, her fingers flex, then curl on my back. I love her tits! They are perfection in motion. When I suck it into my mouth and my tongue massages her areola, her moans are deep and long, her back arching as she pushes up for more. More of Moore’s Heaven. Mmmm.
Continuing my kisses down to her little blue heart, I continue to excite her skin. Loving the way her toned abs tighten under my lips, knowing her pussy is constricting, getting ready to cinch my cock. As I nibble her symbol of pure, honest love, I run my hands down her arms, tickling her with feathery lightness, until they find hers. I interlace our fingers together and grip them hard, bonding her to me. Her response is immediate. She lifts her head to look me in the eye, and her pussy for me to make love to. My mouth kisses down to her sweetness and I gorge myself in her goodness, making her writhe from her need for an orgasm that only I will ever give her. I latch my mouth around her clit and suck gently, pulling it to the surface, then I lick it, wanting to make her lose her control.
She wraps her legs around me, lifts her head up, grips my hair and loses her shit for me.
Her passion is so explosive, and her need so driving, I marvel again how she managed to remain a virgin. But she did, and it only proves how strong she is and what willpower this petite thang has.
My Wild, Every Thang. My Wife.
Covered in her juices, working my magic, doing something I’ve been dreaming about doing to her perfect pussy causes my own driving need to escalate. When she screams out for her Fucking Golden God to fuck her HARD-CORE, I tower over her and smile knowing I will never have to worry about fucking too hard ever again. I’ve found a woman who is my equal. Not only can she take it, she can also give it. I smile as I give in to our lustful passion, knowing there is no need to hold back. I can fuck her as long as I want, as often as I want, whenever I want and wherever I want, and she will do the same!
We have a lifetime of love quaking ahead, and it will be fucking heaven!
I stare down, poised to pound, at the most beautiful girl in the world with her long, thick, mane of blonde hair fanning out around her head, framing those dark brows and light green eyes that are staring up at me with that hot look of desire on her face, with her beautiful flushed breasts, red and wet from my passionate kisses.
My voice is deep with dark desire when I ask one last time. "Do you remember when I promised you that trip to heaven?"
