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“Let’s call it delayed gratification and have lunch first.”
“Bastard,” I mutter.
“You like to call me that, don’t you?”
“I do it because it’s so fitting.”
Foster turns to unload the silver trays from the cart, ignoring my protests as he places them on the rectangular dining table opposite the kitchen. In all, there are four trays, and I wonder if my husband remembers there are only two of us.
“What did you order?”
“Sit and find out.”
He helps me onto one of the padded white chairs and removes the covers, one by one. The first hid a platter of sliced tropical fruits: pineapple, passion fruit, kiwi, guava, and mango. The next hold several varieties of muffins and petite rolls with several jams and jellies, while another is revealed to be charcuterie, and last, petite pastries and chocolate-covered strawberries.
“You’re going to make me fat with this spread.”
“You’re sexy and beautiful. A few pounds won’t hurt.” Foster hands over the accompanying silverware and white china with gold edging before leaving for the kitchen and coming back with a bottle of Dom Perignon and two glasses.
“Champagne?”
Foster smiles as he sits down and works on opening the bottle. “It is our honeymoon; champagne is in order.”
I wait impatiently while he expertly pops the cork, not spilling a drop. I’ve never had such expensive champagne before. Foster pours some in my glass and motions for me to taste it—and it’s exquisite.
“Delicious!”
“This is your first taste of Dom?”
“That is correct.”
He laughs a bit, adding, “Let’s eat.”
I gorge myself on fruit, charcuterie, and muffins. By the time I finish, I have little room for the strawberries Foster wants to feed me.
“Maybe later. I’m stuffed.”
“I’m losing out today.”
“You?!” I exclaim. The pulse is still present between my legs, and it’s becoming annoying. The only thing that can relieve it is Foster’s cock, but I’m not going to be the one to give in. If he wants to play this little game of delayed gratification, he will be the one begging by the end. At least, I hope he’s the loser.
As time passes, I am more aware that Foster isn’t giving in. After lunch, we share the rope hammock on the lanai, gently swinging back and forth together while we digest our meals. As I settle into my husband’s arms, I coyishly dart my tongue out to lick his nipple. Foster pretends he isn’t affected, so I do it several more times.
“What are you doing?” he asks sleepily.
“Trying to get you in the mood.”
His large hand slides down my back, ticking my skin along the way to its destination, my ass. When he gets there, he roughly cups it, squeezing it in his paw.
“I love your ass, but only for me to see.”
“Should I get on all fours?” I ask with hope.
Foster’s face remains passive. “Maybe later. I like it out here.”
In the distance, a rumble of thunder cracks across the sky. The few clouds we saw when we arrived have multiplied and begun to darken.
“It’s going to rain soon,” I comment absently.
