Chapter 123

It was their third day on the island before the newlyweds set foot outside their suite.

"Are you up for a walk on the beach?"

They were enjoying a late breakfast on the balcony and scanning the scenery. Jon's question was as much about her physical condition as it was her wishes. He had worked very hard to fulfil his promise and while he hadn't completely crippled her, he had come close.

At another time his smugness might annoy her, but she was still wallowing in the afterglow of his efforts so she let it slide.  "As long as we're not running any races I am if you are."

Twenty minutes later, dressed in bathing suits and slathered with sunscreen, they made their way down to the beach. Hand in hand they strolled along the water's edge and white sand of Deadman's Beach. When they got tired they headed towards the nearest bar.

"Why don't you grab us a couple of those lounge chairs and I'll get us some drinks." Jon suggested. "Are you hungry?"

"No, but a drink sounds great."

While Jon headed towards the bar, Brianna turned towards the chairs scattered over the beach. She pulled two close together and sat, lifting her face to the sun and sighing in contentment.

A few minutes later, she could hear two women talking as they passed behind her chair.

"They're on their honeymoon apparently."

"Rock star or not, if my husband looked like that I'd keep him locked in the room too!"

"And for a lot longer than three days!"

Brianna smiled, not surprised they'd been discovered. It was par for the course when you were involved with a celebrity. As long as they weren't hounded she could deal with it.

"Here." Jon handed her a glass full of some fruity concoction with a tiny umbrella in it....and a small flag on a stick.

"What's the flag for?"

"When you want anything, just wave it and the waiters come out here."

"Hmm. Handy."

"What were you smiling about when I walked up?" He asked as he sat beside her.

"You've been noticed."

"Already? Fuck." Behind his dark sunglasses his eyes scanned the area around them. "Did they look like they might be a problem?"

"Well, they did talk about keeping you locked up in a room." She bit her bottom lip to suppress a grin.

His head jerked towards her. "What?! Are you serious?"

Brianna nodded. "They said if their husbands looked like you they'd keep them locked in a room for a lot longer than three days."

"Ha ha." Jon snorted, then paused. "How did they know.....?" He waved a hand. "Never mind. Damn fans find out everything."

She reached over to pat his arm, grinning openly now at his disgruntled tone. "It'll be okay honey, I'll protect you."

He leaned his head back against the chair. "Thanks. I feel so much better now."

She chuckled and reached for her drink.

A little while later, Brianna was starting to doze off when a member of the resort's staff approached her.

"Mrs. Bongiovi? If it's alright with you, we're ready to give you your massage now."

"My massage?" Brianna frowned,

"Yes. Your husband booked it for you."

Brianna looked at her husband who was seemingly ignoring the conversation.....but the smirk twisting his lips gave him away. "You did this?"

He shrugged. "Just thought you might like it."

"You know, if you start off being this considerate, I'm going to expect you to continue."

"Can't promise it'll happen, but I plan to try."

The sentiment brought tears to her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she stood and looked down at him. "Why don't you come and have a massage too?"

A glance at the staffer assured them that they could accommodate him as well.

"You know the only one I like rubbing me is you Golden Eyes."

"But these are professionals. They know how to work your kinks out better than I do."

He smirked. "Oh I don't know. You seem to be able to handle my kinks just fine."

Blushing, Brianna swatted his arm. "Pervert. Come on."

Jon chuckled, but did as she wished.

At the spa, they were shown to a room with a clear view of the beach. It was decorated much like their suite and had two sheet covered tables set up parallel to each other.  Apparently someone had called ahead and let them know there would be two guests. Soft music filled the air.

"Both of us in here?" Jon asked.

The staffer nodded. "It's called a couples massage. All that really means is that you share a room. You will each have your own therapist. Is that alright with you?"

"That's fine." Jon assured her. "We have no secrets. Right honey?"

"Sure babe." She winked at the staffer. At his scowl, she grinned. "Got to keep a little mystery so you don't lose interest."

"No chance of that happening Golden Eyes."

"Okay, I don't think I need a massage now. I just turned to mush."

"Me too." The staffer chuckled.

An hour later, kneaded and pummelled to a totally relaxed mass of quivering muscles, they struggled to work up enough energy to get up and dressed.

Jon rubbed his hand over his face. "Food or nap?"

"Whichever I don't have to move for." She had sat up, but hadn't moved off the table.

"Sorry honey, but I don't have the energy to carry you right now."

Brianna sighed. "Then what good are you?"

"If I had the energy I'd show you. Come on." Jon held out his hand and pulled her off the table.

They managed to stumble back to their suite where they collapsed on the bed. 

They spent the next several days exploring their idyllic environment. They swam, snorkled and even took a few SCUBA lessons to explore the various shipwrecks nearby. When they wanted to stay on top of the water, they hired a sailboat for an afternoon cruise.

Most of all, they relaxed and enjoyed alone time with each other. They knew that once they left here uninterrupted adult time would be hard to come by.

All too soon, it was time to go home. Both of them had mixed feelings while they packed. They were sad to leave but they missed the kids and couldn't wait to see them.

"Bina! Bina! Bina! You home!"

"Bianna!"

Brianna just managed to set her purse down before she was tackled by two little boys. "Hi guys! Did you miss us?"

"Uh huh!"

"You anyway." Jon grumbled. "Apparently I'm chopped liver."

"No, they're just used to you going away." Carol commented as she and John Sr. entered the foyer.

"Give Daddy a hug." Brianna whispered to Romeo, then straightened to greet her in-laws. "Hi. Everything go okay?"

"Yes. They were angels." Carol assured her.

John just smiled.

"Good, you're back. Brianna, I need help with my math."  Was Jesse's greeting. "Grandpa tried but couldn't figure it out either."

"Sorry kiddo. They didn't have algebra in my day." John explained.

"Did you have a good time?" Carol asked. "You look more relaxed than when you left."

Brianna laughed. "Yes. It was beautiful and very peaceful."

"Bianna? Will you make some cookies please?"

"What happened to all the ones I made before I left?" She'd thought she'd left plenty to get them through two weeks.

"Gampa ated dem." Romeo explained.

"All by himself?"

Romeo nodded, his eyes wide. 

"So that's where Jon gets it from." Brianna eyed her father-in-law.

John shrugged. "I stocked up your freezer with the staples."

"Staples?"

"Lasagna, spaghetti sauce, cannelloni...the staples." Stephanie clarified as she joined them.

"I left the desserts for you." John warned Brianna. "Pastry was never my thing."

Jon stood back and watched his family, feeling a little left out. He was glad they all accepted and loved Brianna, but he didn't like being ignored and forgotten. Disgruntled, knowing it was childish to feel jealous of his wife and kids but unable to stop, he picked up their suitcases and started up the stairs.

"I'll help you Dad." Jesse rushed over to take one of the bags and follow his father up the stairs.

"Thanks Jess." In the master bedroom, he set the suitcase on the bed.

Jesse followed suit. "Dad?"

"Mmmm?"

"Uh....did you have a good trip?"

Jon wasn't fooled that his son really wanted to talk about his trip, but he played along and waited him out. "Yes. It was really nice. How did things go here?"

Jesse shrugged. "Okay." his fingers toyed with the strap on the suitcase.  "When does the tour start?"

Suspecting his son's agitation had something to do with the idea of him leaving again, he watched him carefully. "We leave for Japan in three weeks. We'll only be gone for two and a half weeks. Then we'll be home until after New Year's."

Jesse nodded, but continued to play with the strap. "Is Brianna going with you?"

"No. She's going to stay home with you guys."

The boy's relief was obvious even before he spoke. "Good. I'm mean, I love Grandma and Grandpa, but it's not the same. Brianna's more like....."

"Mom?" Jon suggested when Jesse didn't finish his sentence.

Jesse shrugged. "Yeah....kind of."

Reaching out to grip the slim shoulder, Jon squeezed. "I know what you mean. I get it." And he felt even more justified in his decision not to take Brianna on tour. Obviously the kids needed her at home.

With a nod, Jesse started towards the door. "Grandma's got dinner ready."

"Okay."

After dinner and his parents departure, Jon decided to tackle his phone messages and e-mails. He'd wait for Brianna to sort his mail. A knock on his office door lifted his gaze from his computer screen.

"Dad?"

"Hey sweetie what's up?"

Stephanie strolled in and dropped into the chair across the desk from him. "So....it sounds like Brianna had a nice time."

Another one of his children trying to ease into a serious conversation with small talk. He sighed inwardly, but once again played along. "I think  so - I hope so anyway."

"She said it was beautiful and very romantic. Good job Dad."

"Thanks." He tried not to sound sarcastic. He knew it was a sincere compliment, he was just chagrined that she sounded surprised that he knew how to show his wife a good time.

"So you're home for three weeks then off to Japan, right?"

"Yes. We'll only be gone for two and a half weeks, then we're home until after the holidays."

"Bri must be getting excited about hitting the road again."

"She's not going on tour this time."

Her brows lifted. "What? Why not? I thought she was continuing as your assistant."

"She is, but Amanda will tour instead. Bri is staying home with you guys."

Surprise turned to a frown. "Why?"

"Because you guys need her more than I do."

"Really? Or is it because she's your wife now and that means her place is at home with the kids instead of working?"

His brows snapped together. "No! You know I don't agree with her father's views. Her place is wherever she wants it to be!"

"Even if she wants to be doing the job she loves and travelling with you?"

"When you guys are older maybe, but right now you need her here." Why am I arguing with my daughter about this?

Stephanie eyed him for a moment and remembered some advice her grandmother had given her when she was struggling with accepting Brianna into their family. "She's not Mom, Dad. She has different feelings and wants. You can't expect her to do things like Mom did. If you don't let her do what she loves, she'll be miserable. And that's not what any of us want. It's only for a few weeks at a time. We'll survive with Grandma and Grandpa or whoever you get to stay with us."

Deciding she'd given him enough to think about, she stood and headed for the door. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at him. "We're finally finding happiness as a family again, Dad. Please don't do anything to destroy it."

For a long time Jon stared at the now empty doorway. Where did all that come from? Fuck! Now what the hell do I do?

Chapter 122

Paradise, thy name is Peter Island.

After landing on Saint Thomas, they boarded a helicopter for the final leg of their journey to the private island. Even in the dark, the view from the helicopter revealed a lush, tropical landscape, the white sand beaches glowing in the moonlight. 

Brianna tried to check out the lobby as they walked in, but after her long and active day, her tired mind only registered the airy feel and glimpses of bamboo and palm fronds. A more thorough investigation would have to wait until daylight.....and her vision wasn't blurred by fatigue.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bongiovi. Welcome and congratulations." The desk clerk greeted them.

"Thank you and thanks for letting us arrive so late." Jon replied as he signed in.

"No problem. We know how crazy wedding schedules can be. But you're here now so just relax and let us take care of everything."

"Mmm. That sounds....perfect." Brianna sighed and leaned tiredly against her husband.

One hand squeezed her hip and he kissed her temple. "Yeah, it does." Jon agreed.

"Max here will show you to your suite." The clerk indicated a nearby bellhop.

"If you will follow me." Max picked up their bags and led them down a hallway.

"Oh wow!" Brianna breathed as they entered the suite.

The main room was large and airy, decorated in blues and greens and woods that matched the natural beauty outside the floor to ceiling windows. The bedroom had the same colour scheme with white linens, tiled floor and colourful area rugs. The large fan in the high ceiling gently circulated the air. The bathroom was huge, with blue tile and white porcelain and included not only a Jacuzzi tub big enough for two, but also a two person shower - and Jon planned to make full use of both. Stepping out onto the balcony, while it was too dark to see much, they could hear the waves crashing on the beach and the scent of tropical flowers perfumed the air.

Jon thanked Max and tipped him. He took the suitcases into the bedroom and started to undress while Brianna made a more thorough investigation of each room, exclaiming over each new delight she found. When she came near him, he reached out to snag her with one arm around her waist and pull her close. "So I did good?"

Delicate hands slid up his bare chest and wound around his neck. "You did very good. It's beautiful."

"So are you." He dipped his head to kiss her. When he lifted his head he frowned and closed both hands around the material of her dress at her hips. "But you have too many clothes on for a honeymoon."

When he started to lift the dress, she felt compelled to point out an easier way. "There's a zipper in the back."

He shrugged. "This works."

Her throaty chuckle had his cock standing at attention even before her dress was a puddle on the floor and his eyes devoured her body, bare except for scraps of lace that he wasn't sure contained enough material to be classified as clothing - even underwear. He swallowed heavily and reached out to grasp both hands with his. He walked backwards toward the bed, tugging her with him. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he sat and pulled her between his knees.

His gaze drifted over her slowly from head to toe and her body reacted as if he'd touched her. Goosebumps rose on her flushed skin, her nipples began to harden and the flesh between her legs grew damp and achy. She licked her lips. "Touch me."

It was a whisper, but he heard her. "With pleasure."

Releasing her hands, he trailed his fingers up her arms to her shoulders. The light scraping of his calluses made her shiver. Her chest rose as if to meet his touch as his hands drifted over her collarbones and started down her torso. When he reached her bra and lightly traced the line where lace met silken flesh, her nipples hardened even more in anticipation. Jon couldn't resist the silent request. Leaning forward, he followed the same line with his tongue, then licked the material covering a stiff peak while his hands gripped her ribcage to hold her in place.

Her nails dug into his shoulders at the first tug of his lips. When his teeth closed around the swollen tip and his tongue rubbed the lace against it, it was too much - or not enough, she couldn't decide. She reached behind her back to undo the bra. Jon released her so that she could remove it, but before he could decide his next move, her fingers threaded through his hair to grip his head and draw him close again.

His hands rose to cup the lush mounds and she watched his mouth reclaim an aching nipple. Blue eyes glinted up at her as he nibbled and sucked, gratified to see the amber pools brighten with each stroke of his tongue. Lifting his head slightly, he shifted to give her other breast the same treatment.

One particularly strong pull took the strength from her legs. Jon caught her and laid back on the bed taking her with him. He rolled to reverse their positions and continued to tease and fondle the swollen globes of her breasts. But as much as he enjoyed the appetizer, his hunger grew steadily, urging him to explore and taste more of her delectable body.

As his lips drifted over her ribcage and stomach, the scent of her arousal filled his nose and sent his senses swirling. His cock throbbed, warning him if he didn't want this encounter to come to a quick finish he needed to calm himself down. Gripping her hips, he flipped her over. He let his hands and mouth roam slowly over her back while he concentrated on getting his body under control. He wasn't some green, hormone crazed school boy. He was a grown man, and while he'd always had a healthy sex drive - which occasionally reared its head at inconvenient moments like when he was on stage - for the most part, he controlled it just like he did the other aspects of his life. He shouldn't be having this much of a problem, especially after their recent mile high club activities. But he'd always had a problem resisting her. The feel of her skin, her scent, her taste, each distracting on its own, but combined they incinerated his control.

When he reached the thin strip of material that framed and split the globes of her ass, he took a deep breath and hooked two fingers under the strip and tugged it down over her hips. He grinned at her gasp when he nipped the firm flesh as he continued his journey down her body. The thong snagged on the heels of her shoes and after a quick internal debate he removed them as well.

Turning her into her back again, he started to make his way back up the supple legs that he dreamed about having wrapped around him. When he reached the smooth expanse of her inner thigh, her lure became too strong to resist. He slid his arms under her legs and over her waist and settled in to feast.

He was like starving man at a buffet. He didn't know where to start and couldn't get enough once he did. His tongue traced the length of her cleft, gathering the juices oozing from her core as he went. Her tart yet sweet flavour exploded in his mouth. But rather than safe his hunger, it just made him want more.

So he took more, slowly savouring her, caressing her swollen folds with soft licks, drinking deeply from her well. His teeth nibbled and scraped her tender flesh, drawing gasps and soft moans from her throat. With his body warning him time was running out, he focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of her cleft. He laved and flicked it with his tongue. Her cries filled his ears when his lips closed around it and sucked.

Brianna let go of the sheet she'd been gripping and reached for him, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Her hips rocked towards him, reaching for the orgasm that was approaching but was still just out of her reach. The teasing touch of his lips, teeth and tongue as they drifted over her throbbing flesh had her writhing and pulling him closer yet. "Mmmm. Close...so close." One particularly strong pull of his clips on her clit finally sent her over the edge. "Yes!"

Jon didn't wait for her to recover - his aching cock wouldn't let him. Instead, he shifted upwards, keeping her legs on his shoulders, until he could sink into her humid depths. The spasms still echoing through her body was like a massage on his buried shaft. "Fuck you feel good!"

Brianna didn't have the breath to speak. She could only moan as he started to move, driving himself in and out of her body. With her legs over his shoulders she couldn't move. She could only accept and absorb each powerful thrust. The friction kept her arousal from diminishing. Each movement just drove it higher and higher. Her whole body trembled on the brink of explosion. Looking up into Jon's flushed, sweat coated face, his blue eyes dark and burning, his lips glistening with her juices didn't help.

"Come for me Golden Eyes." Jon panted. "Now!"

One final deep thrust was all it took to push her over the edge again. "Jon!"

"Fuck!" Jon closed his eyes and grimaced as his body responded to the pull of hers and erupted.

It took several minutes before he had enough strength to withdraw from her body and roll to the side. One hand reached out to tug her into his arms. "You okay?"

"Mmmm." She sighed as she snuggled against him.

Both of them fell asleep before they could say another word.

Brianna opened her eyes and gazed across the fur covered expanse of the chest under her cheek towards the windows to the balcony. The pale light told her it was barely dawn, but already the scent of the nearby flowers wafting through the open windows was heavenly.

Yawning, her fingers idly sifted through the thick mat of his chest hair. When she came across the nub of his nipple, her nail scraped it absently. He sighed and shifted slightly, his cock stirred against her thigh. A gentle smile curved her lips and she turned her head to kiss the warm flesh under cheek. Her hand drifted over his chest and abdomen. When  she came into contact with his swelling shaft, her fingers explored lazily, lightly stroking up and down, rubbing under the ridge and over the wide head.

With a soft moan, he shifted again, lifting into her touch in a silent plea for more. Brianna grinned and slid onto him, let her mouth caress his torso as she moved down towards the prize in her hand. Reaching it, she glanced up to see a sliver of cobalt blue watching her. She licked her lips. "My turn."

A groan was the only response he was capable of, all words erased from his mind at the touch of her tongue on his already aching flesh. Up and down and all around it slithered, followed by the cool waft of her breath as she blew on the wetness. One hand closed around the base, holding him steady while she swallowed him. "Fuck!"

She settled into a rhythm, her hand pumping in counter point to her mouth. He endured the sweet torture for as long as he could, but when she moved her hand down to cup his sac, he broke. Easing her head back, he sat up and shifted back until he was leaning against the headboard. At her raised eyebrow, he crooked a finger. "Come her Golden Eyes. As much as I love the feel of my cock buried in your delectable mouth, I like it even better buried in your luscious body."

"Is that right." Brianna crept upwards, rubbing her body along his and dotting kisses over his stomach and chest as she did so. "Well....we'll have to see if we can arrange something." 

The scraping of her teeth over his Adam's apple sent shivers down his spine. "Brat."

He gripped her hips, lifted her end set her down on his throbbing erection, grinning at her gasp. "There. Now ride me Golden Eyes."

"Mmmm." She nibbled along his jaw and nipped his bottom lip playfully as she rocked against him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she straightened and began to rise and fall on his buried shaft. "Is this what you want?"

Jon's heated gaze roamed over her flushed face and undulating body....and froze on the sight of his flesh, glistening from her wetness, disappearing and emerging from her body. "Fuck yeah." 

Brianna watched his face as he watched their bodies merge again and again. His pleasure was obvious and fuelled her own. As she moved, his hands ran up and down her sides, squeezing her hips and stroking the sides of her breasts. Soon, the light touches weren't enough for her. She needed more.

The tug of her fingers in his hair pulled Jon's gaze up her torso from where their bodies joined......and stopped at the sight of the plump globe of her breast, the stiff nipple reaching towards him, being held out to him by a delicate hand. It was an invitation he was more than happy to accept.

A rumble of approval vibrated in her throat when his lips closed around her nipple and he sucked. That's it kitten, purr for me.  His teeth held the sensitive nub steady while his tongue rubbed and flicked.

"Oh! Mmmm." Brianna shuddered and ground her pelvis against his.

Jon groaned and released her breast with a pop. Panting, he struggled for control. When he glanced up into her flushed face and glowing eyes, he was relieved to see that she was close too.

But close wasn't enough. He needed to push her over the edge. His hands gripped her ribcage and shifted slightly until he could reach her other breast. As he nibbled and sucked, she cried out and rocked harder and faster against him, desperately reaching for the rapidly approaching climax.

Brianna closed her eyes and held him tight against her, "Oh. Oh. Oh. Mmmm yes. Yes! Harder. Mmmm like that. Yes! Yes! Yes! Jon!"

"Fuck!" Jon groaned as her body's spasms triggered his own and he exploded inside her.

It took several minutes before either one of them had the strength to move. Finally, Brianna rolled off of him and collapsed onto the bed. A few minutes later Jon slid down to join her. Their hands reached out to touch, but that was all they had energy for before they both fell asleep.

The next time Brianna opened her eyes, the sun shone brightly, luring her to come out and play. Her body told her the bathroom was about as far as she should plan on going today.

Easing from the bed, she bit back a groan as she stood and waited to see if her legs would hold her up. She made it to the bathroom and back.  When she neared the bed the singing of birds drew her attention outside once again. Soft snoring told her Jon was still sleeping soundly and she let him be. He'd more than earned his rest.

She didn't want to risk waking him by rummaging through her suitcase, so she picked up his dress shirt that had been tossed on the floor and pulled it on. Easing open the door, she slipped out onto the balcony.

Jon woke to find himself alone in the bed. A glance towards the bathroom revealed another empty room. Sitting up, he looked around again and finally spied her on the balcony. She was leaning on the railing, the breeze playing with her hair and swirling the hem of his shirt around her thighs.

His cock stood up in appreciation of the sight. He looked down in disbelief, then shrugged and grinned. It was their honeymoon. He was supposed to be horny all the time. Rising from the bed, he started towards his bride, paused and detoured to his suitcase.

Brianna jerked when his arms slid around her, pulling her back against his firm chest. She hadn't heard him approach. "Morning."

"Morning." He nuzzled under her ear.

"I...mmmmm." She tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes and leaned back against him as his hands slid under the shirt to explore her sensitive areas. "I didn't think you'd be up for awhile yet."

"Oh I'm up." He bent her forward slightly and slid his cock into her welcoming body. "See?"

"Oh!" Brianna gasped and gripped the railing. The squawking of two birds as they chased each other reminded her of their location. "Some might see us!"

He glanced up and down the empty beach. "No one's around. Even if someone looked up here all they'd see is a couple cuddling on the balcony." His lips twitched. "Besides, the risk of getting caught adds a little thrill don't you think?"

Think? How was she supposed to think with his thumb rubbing her nipple and his fingers stroking the flesh surrounding his buried erecting. "Mmmm."

"Like that?" He murmurs in her ear. "What about this?"

She heard the buzzing a split second before the finger vibrators touched her skin. Her whole body shuddered as her nerve endings sparked throughout her body. "Jesus!"

"No, Jon." He grinned. "But if you want to think of me as a god, I won't complain."

Her chuckle turned into a groan as his fingers moved in circles - one around her stiffened nipple, the other around her clit. She bit her lip to stifle her cries and she fought to remain still, all in an effort to avoid detection if someone wandered close enough to see them.

Jon knew what she was doing by her furtive glances towards the beach, but he was confident this was one battle how would win and wouldn't have to do anything but wait. She couldn't hold out against the intense stimulation for long.

And he was right. With each pass of his fingers over her sensitive nubs, her control was eroded until all concerns about being caught were swamped by overwhelming need. Gripping the railing, Brianna rocked her hips back against him, driving him deeper and deeper into her body.

"That's it. That's my beautiful girl. Take what you need." He groaned at the feel of her body tightening around him as her orgasm drew closer. "You feel so fucking good."

Brianna could only moan in agreement. Her brain couldn't formulate a thought, and her mouth certainly couldn't speak one. Her whole being was focused on the ebb and flow of his body into hers and the sensations that resulted from it. 

Around and around he circled the small instruments of torture, stirring her passion, pushing it higher and higher until it overwhelmed her and she shattered. "Oh!"

Jon grit his teeth and struggled to hold on while her body convulsed around him. He glanced up and down the beach. This was when he had to watch for anyone nearby. He wasn't done with her yet and he wasn't sure she would be able to contain he cries.

Brianna wasn't aware of anything other than the blood pounding in her veins and the shudders wracking her body in never ending waves. Gasping for breath, she focused on riding the waves. When she couldn't take anymore, but he showed no signs of stopping, she grasped the wrist of the hand between her legs and pushed it further back, dragging the vibrator over his scrotum to the spot just behind it and held it there.

"Fuck!" Jon groaned as his control was ripped away and he exploded inside her.

When she could speak again, Brianna had to ask. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Jon snorted. "No. It's our honeymoon. I'm going to love you until neither of us can walk."  Easing out of her body, he nuzzled under her ear. "How about a bath?"

She nodded and followed him back inside. As they passed the bed and she saw the toys spread over it, she stopped and raised a brow at him.

He smirked. "I told you. Until neither of us can walk."

Her mind balked at the idea. 

Her body hummed in anticipation.

Sorry

Sorry for the lack of posting. My dad had a stroke two weeks ago and I've been running. I haven't had much time - or concentration - to write. I'm working on it and will post as soon as I can.

Chapter 121

 Brianna was still laughing as she rushed into their bedroom. "You're crazy!"

"Crazy about you." Closing the door behind him, he caught her around the waist and pulled her against him. His gaze swept over her face. "You're so beautiful."

She smiled and blushed. Despite his frequent compliments, she still wasn't used to them. "Thank you."

"You're.....glowing."

She shrugged."I'm happy."

"Good. I plan to keep you that way. Although......I think I like you even more when your eyes are glowing." He grinned and lowered his head.

In his kiss she tasted more than just desire. Underneath was something stronger, something longer lasting: respect, commitment, love. With a sigh, she sank into it, savoured it.

As their passion grew, Jon groaned and broke away. "Damn, Golden Eyes."

"What's wrong?"

"You're hell on my self control."

Brianna slid her hands up his chest to undo his tie. "And that's a bad thing why?"

"Because I have plans. And they involve you, me, naked....with no chance of interruption....and all the time we want. And we can't guarantee that here."

"I didn't hear mention of a bed in those plans."

His lips twitched. "A bed is optional. I'm flexible."

"So am I." She reminded him.

"And we're going to put that to the test."

"Mmmm. Sounds.....delicious. But you know," she began removing the studs from his shirt. "We have some time now for....a little appetizer."

"Uh uh." He grabbed her hands to halt her undressing him. "Once we start I'm not stopping until neither one of us can move. Let's get changed, say goodbye to everyone and get out of here."

Her bottom lip came out in a pout that almost shattered his control. "Fine." Turning her back to him, she lifted her veil out of the way. "Unzip me?" When he obliged, she turned to face him and let her dress fall to the floor revealing her corset and stockings.

A growl rumbled in his chest. "Brat!"

Throaty chuckles trailed behind her as she walked into the closet. "But you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do." Shrugging out of his jacket, he took a few calming breaths before following her to the large closet to change his clothes. 

Thankfully he'd taken long enough - and she'd taken pity on him - that she'd pulled a sundress on. Although, the filmy yellow dress  with its spaghetti straps, plunging neckline and flirty skirt that ended just above her knee didn't do much to dampen his desire. The warm colour highlighted her eyes and made her tanned skin glow and all that bared skin lured him to touch. His stomach - or maybe it was someplace lower - clenched. "Did I say we were going somewhere warm? You might get cold in that."

She stared at him for a moment, wondering if she'd guessed wrong. No way. I know him better than that. "Nice try, but I know you Mr. Beach Bum." She pulled on a short, light sweater and reached for her sandals. "Besides, if I get cold I know you'll warm me up."

His mouth went dry at the sight of her legs as she tightened the strap on the high heeled sandal. Damn! Turning his back on her in self preservation he reached for a button down shirt and khakis. By the time he was changed and closed his suitcase, Brianna had hung up his tux and closed her own.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

She led the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs with Jon following with the suitcases. He set the bags in the foyer, then joined his wife to make a last round of the backyard to say goodbye to their guests.

They were met at the door by Carol and Tony carrying Romeo and Jake who were half asleep.

"Nite guys." Brianna kissed their heads. "You guys be good for Grandma and Grandpa while we're away, okay?"

"When will you be back?" Jake lifted his head from Tony's shoulder to ask.

"Two weeks." His father answered.

"How many days dat?" Romeo wanted to know.

"Fourteen."

"No! Too many! You come home 'morrow, kay?"

"We'll be back before you know it." Brianna assured him.

His pout was interrupted by a yawn.

Carol saw it. "Come on boys, bed time."

Romeo laid his head on his grandmother's shoulder and waved at his father and stepmother.

"Bye. We'll see you soon."

"Bring me something." Jake suggested.

"Only if you behave while we're gone." Jon responded.

In the tent, they made the rounds.

"Thanks for everything." Brianna hugged her brothers and sisters-in-law. "Everything was perfect."

"It really was." Lisa agreed. "We wish you both all the happiness in the world."

Richard eyed Jon. "I'm glad you didn't let Father run you off."

"No chance." Jon assured him. "He actually made me want to marry her even more so that I could protect her from his attitude."

"Good." Michael reached out to shake his new brother-in-law's hand. "She deserves to be appreciated and cared for."

"She will be."

"Don't make me cry. My makeup will run!" Brianna chided them with a sniff and a watery smile.

"Hey Beautiful! Don't think you can sneak out without saying goodbye."

"I wouldn't even try Lemma." Brianna assured him as she reached to hug him.

She quickly found herself enveloped by the whole band.

"It's not too late to back out you know. You could get an annulment. The marriage hasn't been consummated yet."

"Are you sure? They were alone in the house for quite a while."

"Naw. Even Kidd's not that fast."

"Fuck off. All of you." Jon growled. "Come on Golden Eyes, let's get out of here and away from these assholes."

Brianna's laughter as she allowed her husband to lead her away quickly faded as they met up with her parents.

"Brianna, everything was beautiful. You did a fantastic job." Sara hugged her daughter. "Have a good trip."

"Thanks Mom and thanks for your help."

Sara reached out for Jon's hand. Looking back and forth between the couple, she blinked back tears. "Be happy."

Fighting tears of her own, Brianna eyed her father, unsure of his frame of mind at this point. She was surprised when he pulled her in for a hug.

"Have a good trip." Stepping back, he simply nodded at Jon.

"Thank you Father."

"Jon!" Matt called from the door of the house. "There's a car here looking for the bride and groom!"

"Coming!" But when he tried to guide Brianna towards the house, she resisted. "Honey?"

Brianna craned her neck, looking around the back yard. "Where's Steph and Jessie?"

"Here." Jessie answered as he walked up to hug them both. "Have fun. And yes, I'll help clean all of this up."

"And I'll help Grandma with the little ones." Stephanie assured them as she joined them.

"Thanks. You guys are great." Brianna hugged them both. "I love you."

"Me too." Jon added. "We've both got our cells if you need us."

"Go." Stephanie waved them off. "We'll be fine. Have fun."

"Okay." Brianna turned and waved at everyone. "Bye!"

The drive to the Teterboro airport passed quickly and before they new it they were boarding an executive jet. The plane was smaller than the one the band took on tour, but it was more luxurious. The seats swivelled and were large and plush, there was a flat screen TV, DVD player and state of the art sound system.

While Jon talked to the crew, Brianna explored. The fully stocked bar and kitchen were no surprise, but the size of the bathroom was. She could actually turn around in it. There was even a shower! "Nice!"

"Mrs. Bongiovi, we're ready to take off if you'd like to take a seat." The flight attendant stood in the doorway.

When she didn't answer immediately, or even look up from examining the marble counter top, Jon smiled. "Honey."

"Hmm?"

"She's talking to you. You are Mrs. Bongiovi are you not?"

Brianna smiled. "As of about eight hours ago I am." She turned to the flight attendant. "Sorry. No one has called me that yet. I'm not used to it."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you." Moving into the main cabin, Brianna sat down, her gaze sweeping around again. "This is really nice."

"Yeah." Jon agreed from his seat on the opposite side of a small table. "Just don't tell Lemma or he'll hound my ass to get one for the tour."

"It'll be our secret." She promised. As the plane taxied down the runway, she leaned back in her seat. "Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

He gave it some consideration, then shook his head. "Not yet."

"And you call me a brat. Why not?"

"You haven't given me any......incentive." His blue eyes glittered like sapphires.

Brianna snorted. "As I recall, I tried to give you some incentive when we were changing, but you turned me down."

"Only temporarily. Until we have more time and privacy." He assured her.

"Hmpf!"  Okay Sweetheart, you asked for it. Shifting in her chair, she shrugged out of her sweater and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs.

The table between them did little to block his view of all that smooth skin and shapely limbs. His eyes ate up every bit of it. He knew what she was doing, but he couldn't look away. And he refused to let her know it was working. He just grit his teeth and hoped his control held out until they reached their destination.

When the seatbelt sign went off, The flight attendant brought them champagne and strawberries with whip cream. Brianna stood and searched for the remote control for the TV. "See anything you like?"

"Mmmhmm." But his gaze was locked on the rear view she showed him, not the screen. His arm snaked out to curl around her waist and pull her back and onto his lap. "But holding is even better than looking."

With a gentle smile curving her lips, she curled comfortably into his lap, where he held her with one hand on her hip, the other on her knee. She rested her head on his shoulder and undid a few buttons on his shirt so she could stroke him and tangle her fingers in his chest hair.

She reached out for a strawberry and dipped it into the whip cream. Lifting it to her mouth she bit in. "Mmmmm."

The juice glistening on her lips took all the moisture from his mouth, making it difficult to swallow "Is it good?"

His gravelly tone rumbled in her chest. "Mmmm. Want a taste?" When he opened his mouth, she took another bite and lifted her her face toward his.

At the first touch of their lips, the combined taste of fruit and woman exploded in his mouth. With a low growl he pushed his tongue between her lips for a deeper, more thorough taste.

When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathing heavily. He had no recollection of sliding his hand under her skirt, but the warm smooth skin of her thigh under his hand told him that he had. "Delicious."

Whether he was talking about the berry or her skin, neither knew - or cared. They just wanted more. For the next while, they shared fruit and wine, kisses and soft touches, until Brianna was sure she was going to burst into flame. Her fevered skin was a tingling mass of sensation, her nipples were so hard they ached - but not as much as the empty core of her body. She knew Jon was not unaffected. The hard ridge of his erection under her told her if the heaving of his chest wasn't proof enough. But he still held back. In self preservation, she stood and escaped to the bathroom.

She splashed cold water on her face and ran it over her wrists. Even so, it took several minutes before her blood stopped pounding through her veins. Blowing out a breath, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and debated whether she was calmed down enough to rejoin her husband. Suddenly, the door opened and Jon slipped in, closing the door behind him. The snick of the lock had her brow rising. "Did you need in here?"

He stepped closer behind her, his hands sliding around her waist and up to cup her breasts. His lips nuzzled the tender skin under her ear. "What I need is right here."

Brianna's eyes drifted closed and her head tilted to the side to give him more access as she leaned back against him. When he lifted the sensitive mounds out of her dress and fondled them, she groaned. "What happened to waiting until we were alone and naked?"

"I've waited enough over the last few days while you tortured me." A quick shift of his hands spun her around to face him. Gripping her hips, he lifted her to sit on the countertop and moved her knees apart until he could stand in between. "And this doesn't count as part of my plan. This is just a little teaser to take the edge off."

He cradled her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful." His mouth captured hers once again. This time he didn't hold back. His tongue stabbed deep, then lured hers out until he could suck on it. At the same time, his hands drifted down her body - one to cover and squeeze a breast, fingers pinching an already throbbing nipple, the other to skim down to her knee, then coast back up her inner thigh to the soaked strip of material covering the pulsing flesh of her femininity. Hardly a barrier, he pushed it aside and slid two fingers deep.

Brianna inhaled sharply at the sudden invasion. Not from pain - she was too aroused for that, but the abruptness of his penetration surprised her. Obviously his patience had run out. And that was fine by her. The passion that had subsided to simmer returned to a full boil at his first touch. But teasing touches weren't enough. She needed him inside her....now.

Lifting one knee up to hook over his hip, she reached between them. Unable to access his belt, she gripped his erection through his pants, gratified when he groaned and stiffened. She tore he mouth from his. "Need you. Now!"

The only answer Jon could manage was a grunt of agreement. His hands left her body only long enough to open his pants and and shove them down over his hips. Then his hands returned to grip her hips and tilt her towards him. Her legs locked around him and she gasped as he plunged deep.

"Oh! Mmmmm." Brianna moaned, wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped his earlobe. "Now fuck me!"

A growl rumbled in his throat as he complied. All gentleness evaporated under the churning of his hips. His breath rasped in her ear, his hands slipped on her skin as sweat coated his body and he fought for control. But being close to her without being able to have her, even for just a few days, was more than his libido could withstand. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Brianna was well aware of his approaching explosion. She could feel it in the tension in his body. Considering she was nearing her own detonation point, she considered the timing perfect. "Yes! There! Right there! Mmmmmm."

"Give it to me Golden Eyes. Now!"

"Yes!"

Shattering together, all they could do was hold on while convulsions racked their bodies.

"Fuck!" Jon finally was finally able to take a breath, and straightened. "That was....."

"Yeah." It was all she could manage to say.

"You okay?"

She nodded, then snorted. "I will be....as soon...as I...can breathe.....again."

As Jon stepped back, they both groaned at the feel of him leaving her body. It would be a miracle if she wasn't bruised. After cleaning himself up, he handed her the damp cloth and pulled up his pants. 

Brianna let him help her down off the counter and leaned against it. "I need a few minutes."

He nodded. "Okay." Unlocking the door, he exited, closing the door behind him.

When she rejoined him in the main cabin and sat down, he refilled her champagne glass. "Thanks." She eyed him while she sipped and crooked a brow. "So. Are you going to tell me where we're going now?"

Jon chuckled. "I guess you've earned it." He got up and walked over to his bag, unzipping a pocket and pulling out a folded glossy paper. Returning to the table, he slid the brochure over to her.  "Peter Island in the British Virgin Islands."