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    I am more than disappointed when Sterling doesn’t ravish me and try to strip me from my dress. Instead, he showers and climbs into bed, snoring before I can count to ten. Part of me wants to smother him with god damn pillow.
     
    After I slip out of my dress and undergarments, I also shower and climb into bed, naked, rubbing myself up against him. Exhaustion from the big day catches up with me and I drift off to sleep, but I’m awoken by his hardness, poking into me a few hours later. Finally .
     
    I wiggle back further into him as his hands roam across my fully naked body. He massages my breasts and roughly pinches my nipples, and before I know it, his finger is inside me, getting me ready for his cock. I lean forward and he takes my lead, entering my wetness with ease.
    As he moves in and out with increasing speed, Sterling forgets about my needs, so I massage my clit until I feel my release. When Sterling thrusts harder, I work my clit harder and we come undone together. My orgasm is toe curling and just what I needed.
     
    I now pronounce you husband and wife. Consummating our vows is the finale.
     
     

CHAPTER 2 – Our Honeymoon
    God, I better not be pregnant. Why the hell do I feel so god damn ill?
     
    We arrive in beautiful Bora Bora on Wednesday. It’s been four long days since our wedding, and I saw my local doctor who told me it appeared to be a stomach bug, and it would be gone after three days. Well, he was wrong .
     
    I am in awe of our beautiful cabin that faces the beach; the views of the ocean are sensational. Inside is very modern, and the architectural design is inspirational.
     
    Sterling carries his suitcase and carry-on from the cab, leaving me to carry my two heavy bags. I can’t even remember what I packed, I’ve been so sick. I drag my Guess suitcase and carry-on into our room and collapse onto the bed, feeling lethargic.
     
    “Let’s hit the beach, Crystal,” Sterling calls out from the double size bathroom. Is it because he is a man, or is he totally unobservant to how sick I’ve been?
     
    I somehow manage to muster up some energy. “Give me ten minutes to get ready.” I swallow down some pain meds the doctor gave me and have a quick shower, hoping it will help. I dress in my hot pink and yellow bikini, throwing my white kaftan over the top, and slip on my flip flops, sun cream, and my wide brimmed black hat.
     
    I fake a smile. “Okay, I’m ready,” I tell him as I enter the living area, where he is watching cricket on the flat screen.
     
    “Awesome,” he answers, and jumps to his feet with a towel already in hand.
     
    The walk to the beach has me shaking. It’s less than five meters, and I still feel exhausted. I spread my towel and almost collapse. Damn, this bug is throwing me for a six.
     
    Sterling drops his towel and runs out into the turquoise ocean. I can just imagine the refreshing water, how cool and invigorating it must feel on his skin. I close my eyes and doze off without even realising.
     
    When I open my eyes, I can’t see Sterling anywhere. I sit up and spot him still in the water. Who the hell are those two girls he is talking to?
     
    I wave my hand, hoping to get his attention. He sees me and makes his way back in, looking totally unfazed.
     
    “Who were the girls you were talking to?” I question him, feeling pissed off.
     
    “Oh, they were asking if I knew of any good restaurants in the area,” he replies, like he’d been practicing.
     
    “I’m here, practically dying on the sand, and you are chatting up women on our honeymoon, Sterling. How do you think that makes me feel?” I’m not usually so honest, but it hurts.
     
    “You are overreacting, Crystal, that’s all. I’m not going to ignore people.”
     
    I’m lost for words, with no idea what else to say.
     
     
     
     
    After an hours sleep when we get back, I manage to dress up, take some stronger pain relief meds, and have a meal in the restaurant with Sterling.