46: Bonus 4
Bonus 4: HONEYMOON HORRORS
A year after Holly and Colt were engaged, they married in her home state of Tennessee with friends and family in attendance. Holly was excited to get her Honeymoon night underway. Nervously she called Isis while the makeup artist she hired finished her body paint in the luxury penthouse suite they had rented for the night.
“WHAT? Sorry for yelling. What’s wrong now?” Isis was getting annoyed with her cousin calling or texting every five minutes.
“Are you sure this stuff is safe?”
“Yes. I promise. Gage and I have used everything you bought.”
Holly grunted. “Let’s not forget, little miss sunshine. You burned off your husband’s nipple.”
Holly could hear Isis grumble something under her breath. “That was an accident. You said you wanted to do something special on your honeymoon night. Well. Colt will be up soon, so you better get ready. This was your idea after all.”
“Maybe I should just settle for regular sex. Your kinky stuff is a little scary.”
Isis ran her hand over her face in annoyance. “Just finish painting yourself. Your plan isn’t even all that big of a deal. It’s just sexy.”
“All done.” The makeup artist turned her to the mirror. “I better go before he gets back.”
Holly nodded to her. “Thanks. I like it. It’s cool, but this latex paint better come off.” She turned the conversation back to Isis. “I thought you didn’t wear this stuff, Isis?”
“You picked it out. Gage doesn’t like full-body latex suits or latex paint. I used it once. He says latex reminds him of old horror movies.”
“Well… I’m seeing his point. But she did a magnificent job. It’s pretty.”
The lady had painted the last bit of latex over her body in a sexy pattern to make it look like lingerie painted on. “I’m going to either look really sexy or incredibly creepy.”
“Why didn’t you just go with a pretty white wedding lingerie and have a normal night?”
“Colt mentioned he likes the idea of roleplay. I wanted to surprise him by trying it out. Besides me in the fetish outfits for work gets him hot. I can’t imagine how keyed up he will be when I walk out in body paint. I’m worried about this practice trapeze stand we set up, though. It looks scary. I’m down with doing a burlesque dance for him, but I don’t want to kill myself.” Holly swung the portable trapeze ring back and forth and tugged on the bars. “I can’t believe we got this thing in here. It takes up a lot of space. Good thing we rented an enormous suite.”
Isis flopped her head against Gage’s bicep as he was waiting for her to get off the phone. They were camped out in the lobby to let Holly know when Colt had got back. “Listen. I just saw Colt heading back up to the room. I can’t believe you convinced him you needed feminine products on your wedding night.”
“I had to get him out of the room. I kept sending him to the wrong places so it would take longer. I got to go. Wish me luck.”
“Good. Don’t call again unless someone is dead or dying.” Isis hung up on her.
Holly looked at her cell phone. “How rude.”
Holly paid the makeup artist and sent her out the door. After turning on a sexy music mix, she perched herself in the trapeze ring, ready to give Colt a show. Swinging back and forth to get herself used to the swing, she thought maybe this might be fun. She heard the door open and steadied herself to get in place.
The door to the luxury suite swung open as he walked in. Not yet noticing what was happening, he locked the door. Colt was holding the bags from the store and turned back to face Holly. His mouth dropped open, and the bags fell to the floor.
He was speechless, and she looked amazing.
Black swirls of paint covered her body except for a matching pair of panties.
“Wow.”
Holly pointed to a chair she had set up in the middle of the room for him to watch his own personal striptease. As he sat, Colt just blinked rapidly, gawking at her. He grabbed some gum from his pocket and started chewing as fast as he could. His eyes never leaving hers. Holly smiled and started her sexy sideshow trapeze dance.
Holly and Isis had taken classes for weeks to learn it. She was so proud of herself for what she had done and hoped it went well tonight.
As her body swayed and curved around the hoop, she looked sultry and alluring. Colt raised in the seat with his hands clasped, smiling at his gift. She was amazing. The ring turned in circles as she moved to each pose.
As she did her biggest move at the end of the dance, she circled down to her feet. Slowly, she walked away from the trapeze and to Colt as the music transitioned. Holly got to her knees, crawling to her man.
“Remember your last lap dance?”
Colt sat back as she approached him. “I remember it didn’t end so well.”
“I remember being on your lap. The first time I felt you pressed against me.” Holly went to his lap to get in the position she was the night they had gone to a strip club. “I remember when we met. How we pretended to hate each other. Truth was, I wanted you. Even then.”
Holly slid onto his lap with her back facing him. Leaning back, Colt put his arms on the back of the chair, not touching her just as he did that night at the club. “I remember. I wanted you too. I remember going back to my hotel room alone wishing I were with you.”
“I remember how your body reacted to me that night.” She danced and ground against him. “How your hips met mine when I danced for you. How you made my body feel.”
Colt reached down, grabbing her hips the same as he did that night, pressed his hips toward her. “I remember how hard you made me. How much I wanted to be inside you.”
Holly moaned as he pushed himself to meet her body. “Mmm. And now?”
Colt nipped at her ear as she leaned her body back to him, giving him a lap dance. “I want you even more. Because you’re my wife. My everything. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”
“I would do anything for you. Do you like it?.” Holly turned, continuing her dance to straddle his lap.
“I love it.”
Holly reached down to unbutton his dress pants. “I want you, Colt. Now.”
Colt picked her up and wrapped her legs around him. Taking her to the bedroom, he placed her on the bed as he removed his tuxedo. “I want you so bad right now.”
“Hurry. I need you,” Holly pleaded.
Once he was down to his boxers, he crawled over and kissed down her body. Licking across her body. “Will the paint be okay?”
“It won’t come off until I remove it. Don’t stop.”
The second of permission is all he needed. He started exploring her body, inch by glorious inch. He relished in how her body moved to his touch. Colt ran his hand down her torso, from the curve of her neck to the hilt of her sex. She arched like a cat to his touch, pleading for more with just a moan. He quickly slid her panties from her body and threw them to the side.
“You are so beautiful.” He reached for his pants to find a condom and Holly stopped him.
“No. I need to feel you. I want us to try for the baby.”
Colt felt his heart clench with joy. “Really? Are you sure?” He hoped she wouldn’t change her mind. It was everything he wanted.
“I’m sure. Make love to me.”
He went back to her removing the last of his clothes and placed himself over her. Slowly, he eased inside her core. Rocking slowly to the soft music that was still playing. Their bodies swayed to every beat. Every sound of their lovemaking mimicking the sounds of the harmonies. It was like the world was spinning just for them, and music matched the pounding of their hearts.
What could have been moments seemed like hours. Making love in a way they never thought they could before. As they reached the height of ecstasy, Colt collapsed over her. Kissing little trails over the drawings on her body.
“I love you, Mrs. Wesson.”
“I love you, Mr. Wesson.”
***
A short time later they were laying nude watching TV and chatting, basking in each other’s presence. Holly had showered and cleaned off the body art, and they were relaxing after a long wedding day.
Colt scratched his skin and cleared his throat several times.
“Colt, sweetie, are you okay?”
“Yeah. My throat is a little dry. I’m going to go grab some water. Want one?”
“Sure.”
“I loved the dance. That was so sexy.” He choked as he talked to her.
Clearing his throat again as he grabbed the water and went back to Holly. He started scratching his chest as he handed it to her. “I’m itchy. My throat seems a little swollen too. Hope I’m not getting sick right before our honeymoon.”
Holly looked up, discovering something had broken Colt out in hives from head to toe, his eyes almost swollen shut.
She jumped up in a panic. “Colt! Look at your skin. You have a rash all over.”
He looked down. “That’s weird. I haven’t broken out in hives in years.”
“Are you allergic to something?”
“Just latex.”
Holly’s eyes got wide. “COLT! Why didn’t you tell me? That paint is latex!”
He went into a panic. “I’m having trouble breathing. Call someone.” He sat down, scratching the hives.
Holly rushed to grab her phone to call Isis.
“What? Geez, why are you not having a sexy time with your husband? I told you not to call unless someone was dying.”
“ISIS! He might be! Colt was allergic to body paint. Help!”
Isis shoved Gage off the bed. “We have to go. NOW! It’s Colt!”
Gage grumbled as he got up from the floor. “What’s wrong?”
“He was allergic to the latex body paint.”
Gage grabbed his pants and threw on his clothes. He ran out the door before Isis could respond. She pulled on her clothes and tried to catch up. “We’re on the way.”
Holly cried, “Call Slade. Have him meet us at the hospital.”
“On it.”
***
Sitting in the waiting room, Slade and Gage paced the floor.
Colt’s parents came out of the ER. “He’s fine. The rash should fade in a day or two. We are heading back to the hotel.”
Gage shook Colt’s father’s hand and walked him to the door.
Everyone relaxed as Holly and Colt walked into the waiting room. Colt looked a mess but to everyone’s surprise, he was smiling from ear to ear eating a popsicle.
Holly was still upset and wouldn’t look at anyone.
She ran to Isis and buried her head on her shoulder. “I almost killed my husband.”
Isis cringed. “Sorry, Holly.”
Colt said happily, “It’s no one’s fault. I had a blast tonight.”
Holly turned to look at him. “I’m so sorry.”
“Are you kidding me? That was the best night of my life. The rash will heal.”
Slade started laughing and put his arm around Candy. “I’m so glad my wife doesn’t do things to kill me. You and Gage need a safe word. Or security.”
Candy tried not to laugh, but he was right.
Holly walked over, looked him straight in the eye, and punched Slade in the nuts. She walked away and headed to the exit. “I’m going on my Honeymoon.”
Colt shrugged and followed her, smiling again.
Gage yelled at Colt. “Hey! Colt? Was it worth it?”
Colt smirked, looking back over his shoulder. “So worth it.”
Even in pain, Slade had to smile. Their girls were worth every crazy moment.
