'This has been the longest three days of my life,' Caitlin whispered tearing her lips away from her husband's, to give voice to her impatient desire.
She felt his lips smile against her throat, his sensuous adorable lips burning a fire through her body. His palms gripped her face, as his lips caught hers gently again.

She wanted to rip his clothes off.   She wanted him to rip her clothes off.  She wanted her body buried beneath his, but Nicholas was not to be rushed, he was a man on a pleasure mission, with infinite time on hand.
She sighed against his lips. She gasped, squealed her pleasure as his expert hands explored, up her spine, down her spine. As his fingers framed every inch of her curvaceous body, she could feel the moistness between her thighs, a tingling sensation inside driving her wild with thirsty desire.

She yearned for his fingers to bring her pleasure there. Inhaling the musk scent of his cologne on his neck, her tongue slid caressingly over his warm skin. She felt him tense, felt his rigid form pierce against her negligee. She heard him suck in his breath, but he did not quicken the pace, even though she was burning up, desperately wanting him inside her.

Where does he get this iron control from? Ever since the night he'd told her that he loved her, he'd spent every night in her bed as he'd promised, but no matter how much she'd tempted and tortured him, he would not make love to her. His iron will unshakable.

Finally tonight, they were on honeymoon in the fancy exclusive St. La'Mon Castle hotel, set in the beautiful ancient historic city of La'Mon, directly opposite the fourteenth century cathedral, high up in the romantic Scottish Highlands.

It was an exclusive twelve ensuite bedroom hotel, and the perfect honeymoon suite was situated on a private level of the ancient Castle. The Castle had a spectacular view of the pristine beach, and an infinity view of the Highlands.

Caitlin had not see much as they arrived. Tomorrow she would take in the scenery.  Tonight she had eyes only for Nicholas, when finally she will become his. All the way from the private airfield to the Castle, they could not keep their eyes off each other.   With barely contained restraint, they did not touch each other.  The searing heat ripped through her veins now, as if she was doing an obstacle course around land mines.

'Caitlin,' Nicholas' husky voice cried out, as her fingers circled around his rigid erect length, her inexperience evident as her fingers pressed hard around its beautiful shape, almost making him come before he even entered her.

His fingers clasped over hers, stilling her hands, his other hands circled her waist, his fingers brushed over the delicate curve of her waistline.

'How much longer? I want you,' she pleaded.

His large palms caught at the seams of her ivory negligee, tearing it apart. He laughed softly, watching her eyes widen, and become aroused. Still he took his time, unbuttoning his shirt, painstakingly one button at a time.
Her eyes rested on his beautifully defined shoulder muscles.  The anticipation increased, burning inside her.
Finally he was naked before her. She swallowed the hard lump in her throat, as he stood there, before her, so beautifully endowed.
Nicholas reached out, pulling her into his arms, moulding her naked body against his. Caitlin drew a sharp breath as she felt her aroused nipples press into his ribcage.   His rigid form pressed against her pelvis, delighting her, arousing her to a state of euphoria.
Nicholas' lips captured hers, she sighed against his lips, tasting his own hunger. His lips feathered soft kisses on her earlobe, her tongue tasted him, savoured his warm scented skin.

In the dark all her senses were  atuned.  She tasted his hunger.  Saw the blazing desire in his eyes,  smelt his inviting alluring scent that was his alone, and his gentle touch all over her body was like an inferno, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

Nicholas dropped to his knees.   She whimpered, regretting the temporary loss of his warm body against hers, until his fingers brushed down her thighs. She cried out when his warm breath tickled her inner thigh, and teased her senses.

Her moist insides were ready to burst.  She gripped his shoulders, her nails piercing into his flesh. His mouth opened and captured her lips, protecting her innocence. Her head swung as far back as her neck could hold it. Nicholas' tongue entered her moistness, sucking on her flesh, until she almost screamed from the blissful pleasure. She wanted it to end, but his torture had just started.

He took his time, savouring her sweetness.   His fingers playfully framing her sexy buttocks, moulding her closer to his mouth, until she felt myriad neutrons exploding inside her, like tiny bubbles of high voltage electricity surging inside her.

Too weak to stand on her own feet, she almost collapsed, but his arms quickly lifted her under her knees, carrying her to the huge four poster luxury bed.  He gently laid her down, his eyes not leaving hers. His erect manhood pressed against her thigh, she pulled at his shoulders, bringing him closer to her naked flesh.

Caitlin loved the weight of his naked body on hers. She smiled into his eyes.  Her palms, gently sliding down his muscular arms, her head lifted up to capture his mouth.   Their tongues entwined, his palms closed over her beautiful rounded breasts. She sighed her pleasure aloud. Her pelvis lifted expectantly. Nicholas placed his palms on her thighs, spreading them apart.
She held her breath waiting, her eyes communicating her impatient desire. Unable to hold himself any longer, Nicholas inhaled deeply then very gently entered her.
She gasped momentarily.
He waited, and when he felt her relax, inserted himself fully into her. He moved slowly, giving her time to savour every second. When he felt her pelvis rise up to accommodate him, he sank deeper into her, filling her with all of him.
With great skill and expertise, he pleasured her as a virgin should be pleasured.  Taking his time, and every time he thrust his hips, she returned the pleasure, until she could take no more and exploded into orgasm and he followed immediately filling her with his substance. She could still feel him throb and pulsate inside her, as her palms caressed his well defined jaw. Their eyes locked, drinking in the after pleasure, kissing and murmurings sweet words of love to each other.

Three years later...

'Matthew honey, finish your carrots,' Caitlin gently admonished her two year old son, who was decorating the dinner table with his vegetables.

'Carrots not good momma,' Matt blinked his dark lashes at his mom.

'Yes they're good for you honey,' Caitlin looked at her husband for support.

'But why does Ella not eat carrots?' Matt squealed, pouting his lips.

'Because Ella is only three months old,' Nicholas laughed, hauling his son out of his high chair, and raised him up into the air.

'Darling, you're going to make Matt throw up his dinner if you continue that,' Caitlin warned her husband, as she carefully placed Ella over her shoulder to burp her.

'You must eat your vegetables, if you want to become big and strong like daddy,' Nicholas flexed his bulging biceps.

'Yeah, big and stwong,' Matt echoed, flexing his bicep to his dad.

Nicholas playfully tested Matt's bicep, 'I think one more carrot should do the trick son,' Nicholas winked at Caitlin, who smiled adoringly at her family.

'Shall I put  Ella to bed Mrs. Brenthurst?' Martha smiled.

'Thank you Martha,' Caitlin handed baby Ella over to nanny.

'Can I have my bubble bath now please Martha,' Matt pleaded.

'Say good night to mom and dad,' Martha smiled again, extending her hand to little Matt.

Nite momma, nite daddy,' Matt flung his arms around his mom's neck giving her a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

'Night honey,' Caitlin smiled, kissing him on his lips.

'So what are your plans for the rest of the evening Mrs. Brenthurst?' Nicholas wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.

'Oh, I thought I'd look at some files I brought home,' she lied.

'I thought we agreed you don't bring work home,' Nicholas demanded.

'Did we agree, or was that your instruction Boss?' She teased wrapping her arms around his neck.

'I'm not the boss anymore,' he grinned, capturing her lips in a long teasing kiss.

How could she forget her husband's wonderful, kind gesture? On their first wedding anniversary, Nicholas had presented her with the certificate giving her full ownership and complete control of Telstar. She had had a surprise of her own for him.  She had arranged with Simon that she'd only work mornings only, when she found out she was pregnant. And now her family was her first priority, Telstar came second. She had promoted Simon to Chairman, and though she still had a vested interest, she knew Telstar was in capable hands.

'If I'm not to work, what do you have in mind?' she asked her husband innocently.

'What I have in mind does not require words,' he whispered huskily, 'but action, lots of action and begging from your lips,' he lifted her into his arms, cradling her like a baby. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, as he raced upstairs.

'Who said anything about begging,' she pulled his head down forcefully, capturing his lips hungrily.

Caitlin smiled adoringly into Nicholas' eyes as she lay snugly in his arms. Her fingers moved restlessly from twirling the tiny hairs on his chest, to running up and down his forearm.

'Out with it,' Nicholas prompted.

'What?' she spoke softly. Her fingers moved to his face to caress the hair roughened texture over his cheek.

'I can see that active brain racing at the speed of light. So tell me how much it's going to cost me, Mrs. Brenthurst,' Nicholas angled his mouth to gently nibble on her fingers.'

Caintlin laughed softly, 'when did you get to know me so well?'

'In bed, I can read you like a book,' he pressed his lips to hers, 'now tell me,' he demanded.

Caitlin inhaled deeply, then spoke, 'You know I love Justin so very much right?'

'Yes,' Nicholas guardedly answered, as he shifted away. Was she going to tell him to stop funding the orphanage and focus on his own family?

Caintlin was nervous for a moment as she felt Nicholas withdraw away. She felt herself losing the connection between herself and her husband, but decided to soldier on.

'Darling, I would like us to adopt Justin and the other seven children,' she whispered.

Nicholas stared at his wife dumbfounded. He'd wanted to do the very same thing himself, but he did not know if his wife was willing to taken on the role of mother to eight other children, over and above their two biological children.
What an amazing woman he'd married!

'We can afford it,' Caitlin motivated 'and there are more than sufficient rooms in this mansion you've built,' she smiled.

'Honey I love your idea---'

'You do! Oh thank you Nicholas, thank you,' she climbed over him, kissing and hugging him.

'Caitlin, do you realize the responsibility you're taking on? You will become mother to ten children!'

'I love them all, as I love ours darling. Your mom and dad love having them over as well. And they will love not only having a mummy and daddy, but also a grandpa and grandma,' she hugged her husband.

'They will have two sets of doting grandpas and grandmas,' Nicholas murmured. 'It was my heart's desire to adopt them all,' Nicholas looked into her eyes. 'I just did not want to impose such a burden on you.'

'Oh darling, how could you think, those adorable kids could be a burden?'

'I love you Caitlin.'

'Oh I love you too, and I can't wait for our first Christmas party with our ten children.'

and the Brenthurst mansion was a constant hive of activity, filled with love, joy and a blessed family.

                                                                                --the end- -