Virgin Honeymoon (The Honeymoon Diaries) by Nicolette Lyons Read Free Book Online Page A

traveled during that time for his job so that has helped but...   after all this time... I don’t want Sean laughing at my attempts to dress for him and our oh-so special night. I wonder if the outfit is too much? Not enough? Maybe I should’ve purchased something a little more... risque? Or simply wait for him in bed, naked as Eve? Something he will remember when his job keeps him away from home for a week or more at a time.
    I finally decide that the outfit is fun, and I need to stop obsessing about it.
    Dressed, I sit in miniature vanity chair in the bathroom and slip on sparkly, four-inch heels. Thanks to them I top out at five-nine, still five inches shorter than Sean, but better able to meet his kisses without hanging onto his neck like a child.
    Standing, I wobble a bit until I get used to them. Definitely higher than my norm.  
    Once more, I look in the mirror and feel my body begin to heat with excitement. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to ease the awareness, but instead the move makes it worse.  
    Oh no. If Sean touches me there... He’ll be able to feel the slickness beginning to form.  
    I’m not sure what to do about that so I keep moving, dressing, preparing for my wedding night.  
    The baby doll nightie fits tight around my boobs with bits of lace but flares out from there, the see-through white material ending at my hips and revealing intriguing glimpses of the barely-there lace panties beneath.  
    My makeup needs freshening but Sean prefers a more natural look and I don’t want to smell like cosmetics. I do add a bit of shine to my lips, knowing he loves the flavor and it will disappear rather quickly during the first kiss.
    “Hey. Can I come in?” Sean asks, his words followed by a soft knock at the bathroom door.
    My nerves kick into overdrive and it’s everything I can do to breathe properly.  
    Because honestly? My junior high students know more about sex than I do. “I... I’ll be right out!” I call, desperate for a few more seconds alone.  
    I say a quick prayer, suck in my stomach and try to remember all the things my female friends have talked about over the years regarding sex and what men like.  
    Sean turns to face me the moment I open the door, and my pulse goes crazy. After the wedding and reception on the beautiful beach, Sean walked me to our honeymoon suite, leaving me to get ready with claims he had some mysterious thing he had to do. Apparently the to-do list included having some of our wedding cake to be delivered to the suite.  
    Other than the one bite shared between us for pictures, I haven’t eaten anything all day. “You’ve been busy,” I say.
    Sean opens his mouth but remains speechless for a moment. Speechless! Maybe the outfit is a hit after all.
    “You look... Ah, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.”
    He holds out his hand and waits for me to take it. I smile at the gesture, thrilled at the sight of his wedding band. My bands sparkle and flash like a lighthouse in the candlelight, making me want to do that silly thing women often do and hold my hand out just so I can admire the newly added diamond band. It isn’t just the ring that I like, but all that it stands for. I’m bound to Sean now, and in the realm of marriage and intimacy, nothing is off-limits.  
    The thought alone makes me giddy. Sean has said some tantalizing things to me during our time together. Oh, my.
    “Are you hungry,” he asks. “You didn’t eat much at the reception.”
    How could I, knowing with every second that ticked by we grew closer to being able to say goodbye to our guests and head to our room? “No, I’m...”
    “Nervous?”
    I can’t stop the laugh that leaves me.  
    “Don’t be nervous, love”
    “Easy for you to say.” The words slip out before I can stop them and I immediately shake my head, wishing I could retract them.  
    I don’t want to ruin the mood. I have no anger toward Sean for not coming toward our marriage bed a virgin. Truthfully,