Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 31
- 32
Thank you all for sticking by me through this. Alas, this story comes to an end. But I might do another one in this series early next year if I'm up to it.

Days of our Love
∞♥♥∞
Chapter 32: We’ve Got the Rest of our Lives to Get It Right
∞♥♥∞

We didn’t get to our hotel and into our room until one in the morning.

“I can’t believe we spent out wedding night on a plane,” Chris said, turning the light to our room on.
“It was only the last hour. Besides, now that we’re married, every night can be our wedding night,” I said, setting our bags down.
Chris grinned. “You know, I should be tired, and I am, but…” He trailed off.
“You’re not as tired as you could be? You know, since we never went to sleep, this still could technically be our wedding night.” I walked over to him, and rested my arms over his shoulders.
He put his arms around me as well. “Mm, I think you have a point there. This is a beautiful room, and that bed is pretty big. I think we should take advantage of that.”
I stepped away, and took my jacket off. “Now?” I asked with a grin. I began to undo the buttons on my dress shirt.
“You bet now. Just let me slip into something more comfortable.” He grinned at me.
“Okay. You’re definitely my bride then,” I said with a laugh as I slid my shirt off.
“That’s not what Sanjaya said. He said you’re the more girly one,” Chris said as he brought one of his smaller bags into the bathroom.
“Oh did he?” I asked.
“Yup!” Chris said from the bathroom.
I grinned, a thought suddenly forming in my mind. Since I didn’t want to drown the kid, I hadn’t thrown Sanjaya overboard. However, I now had an idea that could get back at him for being so annoying.
I went to the phone and dialed Sanjaya’s personal number. It would cost me a small fee to play this prank, but it would so be worth it.
It took a couple rings, but finally, his sleepy voice answered the phone. “Hello?”
I took a deep breath, and then screamed a high-pitched, girly scream. “How’s that for girly?” I asked, before hanging the phone up. I then burst out laughing.
“Blake, what on earth? You scared me half to death!” Chris said from the bathroom. He came out a brief moment later, and I gasped. He was wearing nothing but a very short pair of black mesh, see-thru boy shorts. His chest looked like he had coated it with oil.
He smiled. “Your mouth is open, and you’re drooling.”
I closed my mouth. “Come here. Now.” I held my arms out to him.
He shook his head. “Not until you take the rest of your clothes off. I thought you’d be naked in bed for me when I came back out.”
I looked down to my bottom half, and found that he was right. “Sorry. I was playing a little joke on Sanjaya and forgot,” I said. I took off my shoes and socks, and then stood up to remove my pants.
“What kind of joke?” he asked me suspiciously.
I grinned. “I called him up and screamed high-pitched in his ear. Then I asked him how that was for girly.”
I was naked now, so I pulled the bed covers back, and then headed over to pick him up. I had been working out every chance I got, so I hoped I’d be able to pick him up.
“Wasn’t he sleeping at this hour?” Chris asked.
I grinned and nodded. “That’s what made it even better!”
“I was wondering what the heck when I heard you scream and then laugh hysterically…” He paused, and looked at me. “What are you doing?”
“It may not be the threshold, but I’m going to pick you up and carry you over to the bed,” I said.
He gave me a look. “Blakey, there is no way you can lift me.”
“I told you I was going to be able to lift you come our wedding day, and I am. I’ve been working out.” I flexed one of my biceps.
“I hate to say it, baby, but you don’t look much bigger than you did before—if at all.” He gently squeezed the muscle.
“I can do this! Just let me show you,” I said.
He sighed. “All right, but don’t overdo it. I need you in good shape for this honeymoon.” He grinned at me.
I grinned too. “Oh, don’t worry. I will be.”
“Well then, carry me to the bed, baby.” Chris moved his arms out of the way.
I stretched my arms, and then I made to pick him up. I struggled at first, but then I got him.
“I got you!” I said, starting to carry him tot he bed, then tripping over my own two feet. To my horror, we both went flying towards the bed.
B∞C

“Ouch, Blake!” I said as he banged into the bed. “I hope these walls are strong. Between your scream and the banging against the bed…”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to be able to carry you so badly.”
We had fallen against the bed, banging our legs against the metal frame. Now, we had crawled onto the bed completely and were lying side-by-side, waiting for the pain to go down.
“It’s all right, baby. It was a good effort. You had me. You just could handle my weight.” I climbed on top of him, and kissed his lips.
“I might have been able to get you all the way to the bed had I not tripped over my own to feet.” He pouted.
I smirked. “It was more than that. You were struggling even before that. You couldn’t handle my weight, could you?”
He sighed. “Well, maybe you were a little heavy. I guess it's because you are more muscular and taller than me. I should start taking hormones.”
I shook my head. “No. I love you just the way you are.” We kissed again. “Now, let’s make the most of our wedding night before I really do get too tired for this.”
He grinned. “Can I be on top?”
“Mm, I think you deserve it for your effort—even though we’ll both probably have bruises on our shins come tomorrow,” I said.
He blushed. “Sorry.”
I kissed his forehead. “Don’t be sorry. Just love me.”
His eyes lowered. “I do that every day.” He took my head between his hands and kissed me deeply. Then, he moved so that he was straddling me. “These are so hot on you.” He began kissing down my chest, pausing just for a moment to swirl his tongue around my nipples.
I moaned, and tangled my fingers in his hair. His mouth was good at so many things…
He moved his kisses down my stomach, and then finally down over the front of my shorts.
I whimpered as his lips brushed over my cock. I was rapidly hardening. It was impossible not to with his mouth on me.
“Can we skip the foreplay since it’s late?” I asked.
He smiled up at me. “Of course we can because our wedding night should be romantic—not dirty. If I were playing foreplay, I would have waited much longer to put my mouth on you, and even longer to do this.” He took my shorts off, and flung them like a slingshot across the room.
I ginned.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up and heading to our toiletries bag. I didn’t complain, for I knew what he was going for.
Sure enough, he found our bottle of KY, and then came back to the bed after turning the lights off.
I pulled him into my arms. “I hope you don’t take long,” I said, pulling him close. “I just want to feel my husband inside of me. I love you so much. I want to be able to feel our love.”
“I’ll be quick.” He kissed my lips. “I promise. I want you too.” He kissed down my chest again, and flipped the cap open as he did so. Then, he sat up and squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. He warmed the lubricant between them, and then began to prepare me, using one finger at first, only adding another finger after he was easily able to curl the current finger/fingers inside of me.
We didn’t say anything to each other as he did this. All that could be heard was my heavy breathing, and occasional whispered moans.
Finally, he finished his preparation of me, and squeezed some more lubricant onto his hands. He then proceeded to stroke himself, lubricating his erection for me. Once he was done, he recapped the tube, and tossed it aside. He climbed on top of me, and began kissing and nipping up my neck. “Do you want me now?”
I closed my eyes. “Yes… Please,” I whispered.
“Open your eyes. I want to be able to look into them and see how beautiful they are as I make love to you,” he said.
“I love it when you’re romantic like this,” I said, taking his head between my hands. I kissed his lips.
“I love you, baby. You’re my husband now, and if you want me to be romantic, I’ll be romantic every day for you,” he said.
I kissed him again and wrapped my legs around his waist.
He held me tighter in his arms, and kissed me once more. “Are you, ready, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please, Blake. Make love to me now.”
His eyes lowered. “I’d do anything for you, Richie.” He slowly began to enter me, and I knew that we were both about to experience the most special love making we had ever shared before.
B∞C

I laced my hands in Chris’ holding our hands against the bed to his sides as I continued to enter him. I was taking it slow, not wanting to risk hurting him. I hadn’t thought it was possible to love Chris anymore than I already did, but I did at that moment, as cliched as it may sound.
Once I was all the way inside of him, I paused to let him adjust. I kissed his lips. “How are you doing, baby?”
He smiled, and placed a hand over the back of my head to kiss me. “I love you. You feel so good already.” He kissed me.
I hungrily kissed him back, licking my lips when we broke it. “I love you too. So much… Just tell me when you want more.”
He grinned, and stroked my hair, my head still in his hands. "I'm ready for you,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” I asked
He kissed my lips again. “More than sure.”
I slowly began to move inside of him then, making sure that every thrust was pleasurable for him.
His hands had now moved to my back, and I could feel them gently pressing into my skin.
Together we moved, kissing almost the whole time. His muscles clenching around me was almost too much to take, but I held off, wanting to make sure he got all the pleasure he needed and more.
“You feel so good… Love you so much…” he whispered against my ear.
“You feel so good too. I love you so much too,” I said.
We kissed some more until the pleasure was becoming too overpowering. I quickened my pace, making sure I was giving him more and more pleasure with every thrust. I knew I was getting more and more pleasure with every thrust.
Our moans and gasps filled the room until, I felt the sensation that made my toes curl. It shot all the way up my body, and soon I was coming, crying out Chris’ name and burying my face in his shoulder. Only seconds later, he came too, and cried out my name as well, pressing my head against his shoulder with one hand and gently digging his fingers into my back with the other.
It was moments before I finally had the energy to slip out of him. I collapsed down beside him.
Our breathing was rugged, we were both still out of breath.
Finally, we regained our normal breathing, and he got up and got a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He came back into the room and got onto the bed next to me, where he then proceeded to wipe off first my chest, and then his own. When he was finished, he brought the cloth back into the bathroom, then came back out to me. He got onto the bed, lay down, and pulled me into his arms.
We kissed.
“So,” he said with a grin. “I’d say our time making love as husbands was a success. What do you say?”
I nodded. “I’d say it was too.”
We grinned at each other and then kissed some more. Eventually, we were too tired to make out any longer.
I climbed out of bed and put on a pair of boxers, and Chris did the same thing. Then we got back into bed together under the covers, and took each other into our arms again.
We kissed one more time.
“Good night, Christopher Michael Lewison,” I said, snuggling with my head resting on his chest.
He kissed my forehead and pulled me tighter to him. “Mm… Goodnight, Blake Collin Lewison.”
We closed our eyes, and then slowly drifted off to sleep.
B∞C

The next day, we went to the beach. The beach was so beautiful. It was the most beautiful beach I had ever been to. The water was so blue and clear, and the sand was so white. It was perfect.
We lay down our beach towels side by side and touching. I sat with Blake in front of me so that I could massage the sun block onto his back.
“Mm, that feels good. Between the sun and your hands, this is the life, baby,” he said.
I smiled. He looked so sexy in his Bermuda shorts and sunglasses. I was wearing Bermuda shorts and sunglasses as well.
“Being married to you is the life,” I said.
He turned his head and grinned at me.
I grinned back.
When I finished applying the sun block to him, we switched places, and he put it on me.
“You know, we should have done this in the bedroom,” he said.
“That would have led to more, and we would never make it out to enjoy the beach,” I said.
“Who need the beach when we have each other?” he asked.
“Good point. Still, if were going to be here, we might as well enjoy the beach,” I said.
“I’d rather enjoy you, he stated simply.
“There will be plenty of time for that later,” I assure him.
He finished applying the sun block to me, and flipped the cap closed. He set the bottle aside. “Want to go in the water now? That in-pool bar is looking pretty nice.”
I nodded. “It is, isn’t it? All right. Let’s go.” I stood up and offered my hand to him. He took it, and then we headed into the water.
The water was lukewarm, and it felt so nice.
“We should have brought our photographer with us,” I joked. We had had a professional photographer take our wedding pictures on the boat. He had gotten pictures of us dancing, cutting the cake, etc... We had posed on the beach for a few shots before we had left. I forgot to mention that. We only got a couple on the beach, and it just took minutes.
“We can take pretty good pictures. We don’t need him. Besides, having him here with us would have put a damper on things when we wanted to get intimate,” Blake said.
I laughed. “Very true.”
We swam for a bit, and then we stopped at the bar and got drinks. It was such a great experience to be able to sit at the bar in a middle of a pool.
After our drinks, we went in the hot tub and relaxed.
“It will be nice to be able to come home to our new home,” Blake said as we sat side-by-side.
“Yeah, I’m glad we finally got everything unpacked,” I said. We had ended up buying that house we looked at on the Internet. It was a five-bedroom house with three full baths, not counting the one in the master bedroom. It also had a den, family room, living room, full size-kitchen, dining room, and spacious basement. There was a two-car garage. The back yard was wide. It had a shed and an in-ground pool, and was surrounded by a tall, cherry wood fence. Blake was happy to have his fire place bedroom and a hot tub in the master bathroom. “It’s good to have a home that is ours. No more moving around.”
“Except for our Virginia Beach home. Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten that we plan on getting a house there too.” He took my hand in his own and kissed it.
I smiled, and kissed his hand back. “You know what I like the best about our Washington home?” I asked.
“We can live there and be legally married?” Blake asked.
I shook my head. “Well, that’s one thing, but not what I was thinking of.”
He grinned. “We have a fireplace in the bedroom and a hot tub in the bathroom?”
I laughed. “That’s nice too, but no. I was thinking that we have plenty of room for kids if we decide to adopt one day.”
He grinned. “That is a good thing! Though I still want a boy first though.”
“I still want the girl,” I said with a wink.
“Well, we won’t be having kids for a while yet, so we still have time to decide,” he stated.
“We’re still having a girl first,” I said.
“Boy.”
“Girl.”
“Boy.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.
“Mm… Okay.” Kiss
B∞C

The rest of our honeymoon went by too fast. We had a week, but still, it went by fast. We swam with the dolphins, went snorkeling, shopped, and did some tours. We also spent a lot of time in the bedroom of course.
Our last night there, we held hands as we walked along the beach.
Chris smiled when he saw a four-poster canopy bed covered with white sheets. The canopy was sheer. He pointed to it. “Look! I saw that on the television commercials. That is one of the things I liked about this place. I always thought it would be cool to make love on that bed at nighttime.”
I grinned, and looked around. “There aren’t too many people on the beach. Why can’t we?” I raised my eyebrows up and down suggestively at him.
“No way! I’m not making love when there are other people on the beach. Any one of them could come over and see us,” he said.
“It’s not like people haven't seen us before. Hello? Sex tape,” I reminded him.
He groaned. “I’m not looking into making another one. Not a public one anyway.”
“Well, how about we make out on it at least?” I asked. I really wanted to do this for him. Plus, that bed was looking pretty nice…
He thought about it for a moment, and then grinned at me. “I can’t believe I’m saying yes to this.”
I laughed. “Yes!” I got onto the bed, and patted the spot beside it.
He sat down beside me, and we lay down on it, wasting no time in kissing. We never were fans of wasting time.
I ran my hands up the back of his shirt, for he was on top of me.
He moaned, and began unbuttoning the first buttons of my shirt.
“Did you change your mind about going further?” I asked against his lips.
“No. I just want you feel your skin. I love how soft it is,” he murmured.
I sucked on his lips. “I want to do more.”
“Me too, but we can’t.”
“Please?” I nipped down the side of his neck.
“Baby...” He trailed off. “We can’t. We could get in trouble with the law.”
I rolled my eyes. “Then they shouldn’t put a bed out here. Let’s get a picture of us on here, and then we can go finish what we started in our room.”
“Taking more pictures in our room you mean?” He grinned.
“No. I man you screw my brains out,” I said.
“Okay, let’s go,” he said.
I laughed. “Let’s get our picture first.”
We lay on our backs, and he held out the camera as he took a picture of us.
“I can get one of you two if you’d like.”
We looked over to see a woman with a man, whom I assumed was her husband.
“Would you? We’d appreciate it,” Chris said.
“Sure! I’m a big fan of you guys. I heard rumors you two got married recently. Is that true?” she asked.
“Yeah. Wow. Word spreads fast,” I said as Chris handed her the camera.
“I know. I wish tabloids would leave celebrity couples alone. I only heard because it was reported on Entertainment Tonight,” she said. “Pose how you would like.”
I lay on my back and pulled Chris down on top of me. We kissed, and she took the picture. I figured it was no use in hiding it now. She already knew we were married.
She took the picture. “Now you guys should switch places.”
Chris and I grinned at each other, and then did so. We kissed again for the picture.
Next, she took pictures of us lying in each other’s arms.
“All right, I guess we’re going to head back to our room now. Thank you so much for taking those,” I said, taking the camera back from her once we were finished.
“You’re very welcome. You have a good night,” she said.
Chris and I thanked her, and then went back to our hotel room.
“Well she was nice,” Chris said to me.
“Yeah, she was. “Now I wanna ride you,” I said, pouncing on him so that I was on him like he was giving me a forward piggy back ride. I brought my lips to his ear. “I’m not talking about this forward piggy back thing either. The riding I’m thinking of includes us both being naked with your hard cock inside of me.”
He moaned, and I could feel him hardening beneath me.
“I want you right now,” he said, his eyes dark with desire.
“Then take me,” I said.
He brought me to the bed and did just that.
B∞C

“Well, here we are. Home sweet home,” I said as Blake set down our bags in front of our new, Washington home. “It will be our first time living it is as husbands,” I said with a grin.
He opened the door. “Can I try to carry you over the threshold one more time? Please?”
I sighed. "I don’t know. We could end up hurting ourselves even worse you know.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he said, looking a little down.
I sighed again. “How can I say no to you?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Really?”
I grinned back and nodded.
He got the door open, and then picked me up. He shook a little, and for a moment, I thought he was going to drop us again, but then he brought me into the house and set me down. He smiled happily. “I did it!”
I laughed. “I guess you did!”
We kissed, and then brought our bags in.
As soon as we had the bags in and our door shut and locked behind us, I picked Blake up.
He laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold of our bedroom so we can christen our bed as a married couple.
His eyes lowered. “Who am I to complain?”
We kissed, and then I carried him up the stairs and into our bedroom. I then lay him on the bed, and showed my husband just how much I loved him. I knew that he and I would be together forever, and I knew that that feeling would only grow stronger between us for all the days of our love.

∞♥♥∞ *The End* ∞♥♥∞
- 31
- 32
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Days of our Love