Brief Honeymoon

JC barely contained himself until they made it to the hotel elevator. When the doors slid shut, he backed Gabby up against one wall to devour her mouth. She was his! All his – 100% legally his – forever his. He was elated in a way he dare not analyze too closely. Despite the fact the ceremony itself had been a hurried, inelegant affair, Gabby was his bride. So what if the minister had looked bored?...Okay so they had been surrounded by faded ugly silk flowers... and the pianist had been horribly off key. None of that made the vows they had spoken or the paper they had signed less valid. Princess Gabriella du Gautier was now Missus Joshua Scott Chasez!

His princess had been a stunning bride. Dressed in a simple white linen suit with a fuchsia colored silk blouse, she fairly glowed. Her gray eyes sparkled with excitement as they met his unwaveringly. She seemed to want the marriage as badly as he did! He was so glad he had paid the bland photographer to capture the wedding on film.

When, at last, he slipped the diamond wedding band on her finger, a single tear had slid down her cheek.

“Baby?” JC had whispered, concerned.

“I am so very happy,” she had replied softly.

“Mon cheri, is an impatient groom, non?” Gabby teased breathlessly when he let her up for air.

“I’ve never been a groom before.”

“I have never been a bride before, so this is unexplored territory for both of us.”

His hands swept over her body. “This is territory I am going to explore thoroughly,” he promised.

“I believed you already had.”

“No, baby, not nearly enough.”

One of Gabby’s fingers followed the trail of buttons at the front of his pale blue shirt until it disappeared into his dark blue slacks. She picked up the trail at his zipper and stopped at the bottom of its track. “And this, Joshua, is something I plan to know with my eyes closed,” she vowed as a shiver of arousal sifted through him.

“A day,” he muttered. “I wish I could give us a week, hell, a month...”

“We do have a lifetime, non? Is that not what we promised one another?”

“Yeah...” If only she would stay with him after her father was no longer a threat...

When the doors opened, JC scooped her up. Gabby squealed in surprise, then looped her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked on a giggle.

“I have to carry you over the threshold or it’s bad luck,” he told her as he strode to the honeymoon suite. He figured someone would discover them before they left the next day thus paving the way for an official response, he had indeed married Princess Gabriella, that she had run away to be with him. Without releasing her, he managed to slide the key card in the lock and open the door.

Gabby gasped in surprise as she took in the dimly lit bedroom. The draperies had been drawn to simulate night. The only light source in the room was the myriad of candles floating in water-filled bowls throughout the room. Any surface, not holding candles, was covered with vases of red roses. The large canopied bed had rose petals strewn over the ivory satin sheets, for the covers had been pulled back in preparation for the lovers. “Mon cheri, this is beautiful!”

“I wanted, at least, this part to be romantic for you, baby,” JC told her. The ceremony had lacked any sort of romance!

“You are wonderful.” She kissed him softly. “And most romantic.” She smiled. “Now, set me down so I might make my preparations.”

“Your preparations?” JC lowered her feet to the carpet and released her. He watched her snatch up her overnight bag.

“Mais oui. This is my wedding day. But we shall pretend it is a long, delicious night – a very long delicious night.”

“How long will it take?”

“Not long. You might consider disrobing while I prepare. With that, Gabby disappeared into the bathroom.

JC shed his clothes, then reached for a single rose. Carefully, he de-thorned it and set it aside. He looked to the bathroom when he heard the door open.

She was a goddess. The simply cut gown of pure crystal white silk fit her to perfection, clinging lovingly to every curve before it ended just above her toes. The color was a sharp contrast to her raven hair and luminous gray eyes. At that moment, she had to be the most beautiful creature on earth.

“Mon cheri?” Gabby inquired at his silence.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmured huskily as he opened his arms to her. “You’re so beautiful you make a man weak.”

Going to him, she let his arms close about her. “Non, I do not want you weak, Josh. I want you wild and hungry.”

“Don’t you worry about that, Gabs.” The feel of the body-warmed silk rubbing against his erection did nothing to diminish it.

She reached down to stroke him firmly, making him moan. “This does not feel weak.”

“Vixen,” he muttered, running his hands hungrily over her body.

“Am I your vixen?” she taunted.

“Yeah...how do I say that in French?”

“Ma renarde – girl fox.” She nipped at his throat above his medallion. “Mon lion.”

“Ma renarde. You are definitely my little girl fox,” JC assured her.

“And you are my virile lion.”

“Baby, I am so turned on…I don’t know where to start,” he whispered against her neck.

“You might begin by taking me to bed,” she suggested.

Lifting her in his arms, he laid her among the red petals. The scent of crushed rose and Gabby’s fragrance wreathed around them. They were in their own world of night, scent, and each other, where time didn’t exist. JC leisurely kissed and caressed her as if he were taking her for the first time. Tender. Slow. Driving her insane with need.

“Joshua,” she pleaded, lifting her silk-clad hips to him.

“Easy, baby,” he crooned.

“Mon cheri, I must have you...”

“We’ll have each other. I’m not going any where.”

JC slid the thin strap from one shoulder, making love to that flesh with tongue and lips, then repeated the same on the other shoulder. He tugged the gown to bare the top curve of her breasts. Kisses, licks and caresses once more. By the time the gown had been lowered inch-by-inch to her toes, Gabby was squirming, pleading incoherently in French and English. Reaching for the rose, he trailed it along her neck and shoulders. He swirled it in ever tightening spirals around her breasts until the velvety petals caressed her tightly furled nipples. He stroked it delicately down her body and limbs before sweeping it along the tops of her legs. Her thighs fell open readily to accept the glide of the rose along her feminine cleft.

“Josh...Oh, please,” she begged as she writhed.

“Want my mouth there?” he whispered in her ear.

“Oui! S’il tu plait, mon cheri!” she moaned.

JC knelt between her legs and lifted her to his mouth, her calves draped over his back, her little butt resting against his chest. He nuzzled, kissed and licked at her outer petals until her shy jewel presented itself. Tracing his tongue around it delicately, he made her whimper softly.

“Oh, Joshua...I cannot bear much more...” Gabby had never known such fierce arousal could exist. If he didn’t relieve her soon, she feared she would die from the tension!

“You’re okay, pretty baby,” he crooned just before he placed his lips around her anxious bud.

“Mon Dieu!”

As he sucked at her tenderly, he let his tongue tease the treasure. He felt her quickly tense in preparation for her coming climax.

Her back arched, then her entire being shook from the top of her head to her toes. “Josh-u-ah!” She cried as she as swept away in a firestorm of rapture.

JC lapped up her love offering as if he had been dying of thirst, then he rested her bottom on his thighs.

“Mon Dieu, mon amant!” Gabby exclaimed breathlessly.

“English, baby,” he ordered as he put his hands beneath her shoulders to lift her body to his.

“My lover,” she said as her arms went around his neck. “Shall I take care of that?” she offered, feeling his rock hard manhood prod her.

“You will.”

“Comment?” How in this strange position?

JC rearranged her legs so she was kneeling astride him, the tender inner faces of her thighs against his lean hips. “Lift your butt.” He guided his shaft to her hot center. “Ease down on me.”

Doing as she was told, Gabby lowered herself on his thick, hard length. “Mmm...you are so big and wonderful,” she purred, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she savored the feel of her lover buried in her body.

That was his baby, he thought, lavish with the praise. “Yeah, it feels fantastic.”

“If we did nothing more. This is…tres magnifique.”

“There’s more, princess,” he promised. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

She opened her eyes and met his hot blue gaze earnestly. “How might I pleasure you, Josh?”

“Ride me.”

“Ride?…”

With one hand on her hip and one beneath her, he lifted her then brought her back down, making both of them moan.

“Like English saddle,” she murmured as she repeated the motion several times.

“If that’s what it’s called, yeah. Ride me English saddle.”

It didn’t take Gabby long to catch a rhythm that seemed to delight JC. Once in awhile, she would rotate her hips or roll them forward to add to his satisfaction.

“Baby girl...Oh, you’re so good at this...I always wanna be the horse you ride!” He began bucking up on her downward motion.

“Ah!”

“C’mon, baby. I can’t hold off much longer.” He urged her to quicken her pace. Reaching between them, he inserted one finger to rest on her pleasure pearl. With every movement, he rubbed her just right.

“Josh!”

JC felt her body tighten and clench him as once again she was swept away by ecstasy.

“Gabby! Damn, baby!” He exploded within her then followed her into mindless pleasure.

As she struggled to catch her breath, she melted against her lover, her head on his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her hair.

“You are a fine stallion, Joshua,” Gabby pronounced.

“Then I guess you are my spirited mare, huh?”

Lifting her head, she kissed him lingeringly. “I believe I will enjoy your stable.”

Tenderly, he eased her back on the pillows, staying locked within her body.

“You–you are still...” Gabby’s eyes were wide. How could he still be hard!

JC began moving, rocking into her slowly. “Sorry, baby, that was just for starters.”

Gabby gathered him close. “Non, mon cheri, I am not sorry in the least.”

“I wanted to tell you before the press gets a hold of it,” JC told his mother of his quick marriage over the phone as his new bride slept, recovering from the first round of lovemaking of their marriage.

“You married her?” Karen Chasez questioned. “I saw her on the news. She’s foreign royalty...”

“You know that is not Gabby, Mom.”

Karen had seen her son with his Gabby. The threat of deportation might have been the catalyst, but marriage had most likely been his ultimate goal.

“She needs me.”

“Whose idea was it to get married?” she asked.

“Mine. She had already resigned herself to going back.”

“Do you think this is the answer for her?”

“I can protect her until her father cools off – and as for the sonofabitch she as supposed to marry – he hit her, Mom. Split her lip. She’s so little...”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt, Josh. That’s what matters to me.”

“I needed to do this for Gabby.” To keep her with him, to keep her safe.

“You know your father and I will back you no matter what.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s what’s so great about family. I wish to hell Gabby had known some of that.”

“She’s part of our family now,” Karen reminded him.

“Yeah, I guess, she is. She’ll like that.”

JC glanced over at Gabby’s naked back. Suddenly, his mouth needed to taste the vulnerable flesh of her nape. “I’ll talk to you later, Mom. Thanks for understanding. Give my love to Dad.”

“Bye, Josh.”

Gabby woke to the feel of JC’s mouth on the back of her neck, his hard, warm body against her back.

“Good afternoon, Missus Chasez,” JC purred against her ear once he noticed she was awake.

“Bon jour, Monsieur Chasez.”

“Do you want to stay in and call room service or go out for lunch?”

“I prefer staying in bed with my new husband,” she whispered breathlessly as he unerringly found the spot on her neck that melted all resistance. “Oh, Joshua...”

“You know how hot it makes me when you call me that?” He scraped his teeth along her neck, then licked soothingly.

“You told me to...”

“Yeah...” His mouth moved lower, traveling along her spine, nibbling and licking. “Your skin is like warm satin.”

Gabby’s breath caught in her lungs as his mouth skimmed over the globes of her buttocks. She didn’t know a man would want to put his mouth there – or that she would want him to do so!

“Ready to try something new?” he asked as his mouth made the return trip to her shoulders.

“You are a marvelous lover. I am certain anything you wish would be wonderful.”

Gently, he rolled her to her back to kiss her hungrily. “You are damn good for my ego.”

She reached up to stroke his hair. “Mon cheri, I only speak the truth. You have never left me wanting. You never will.”

“Gabby...” Her words humbled him.

With her hands on his chest, she pressed him back to the pillows. They shared a hot, leisurely kiss, their tongues mating and teasing. She rubbed her body against his, undulating on top of him, each movement a caress. Reaching down, he pressed her hips down against his raging arousal.

Lifting her head, Gabby smiled wickedly. “I believe someone is trying to capture my attention.”

He grinned. “You think?”

“A very demanding fellow.”

“Knows what he wants.”

“Oh? What does he want?”

“You – in every way possible.”

“Hmm...sounds like a challenge.”

“More like a fervent request.”

She eased to his side and began toying with his hard, hot manhood. Firm strokes. Feathery touches. Swirling a fingertip around the crown. All the while, she watched his eyes as he moaned. “How many ways are there, Joshua?”

“Don’t know. Never tried them all.”

“Fifty? A hundred?”

“At least a hundred.” JC groaned and closed his eyes as she began pumping him. This was not what he had planned when he woke her!

“I have neglected to taste you.”

His eyes shot open when he felt her lips take the head of his shaft. “Baby...”

Gabby sank her mouth further down as her tongue danced along his hard length. Curious, she pressed the tip of her tongue to the hole at the end of its head. If his gasp was any indication, he liked that.

“Fuck! Where in the hell did you learn that?” The sensation nearly had him jumping out of his skin. Damn, but she was talented!

Then she began to suck on him, moving her head up and down to caress him with her lips at the same time. She added a new sensation by letting her tongue glide over the ultra sensitive underside with each stroke.

“Gabby...” he murmured breathlessly. “Baby, you’re making me crazy.” His hips left the bed in cadence to her retreat. “Just a little more...Jesus, you do this so damn good...Yeah! Oh, baby!” Thrusting up at her one more time, JC was rocketed into bliss; it continued to pulse through him for several minutes.

Gabby swallowed as she released him, then lay her head against his hip as he reached down to pet her.

“Hard to believe that a few months ago you thought you’d break it off if you touched it,” he mused quietly.

“I am not that child any longer.”

“No, you’re a woman, my wife.”

“What does that mean, Josh?”

“What does what mean?”

“Being your wife – beyond lovemaking.”

“I don’t know really. I guess on tour, it means you won’t be rooming with Lance anymore, You’ll ride my bus. You won’t be left with the crew; you’ll always be with me.

“But you do not tour all the time, do you?”

“No, we’re taking the summer off this year and part of the fall. Off tour?...” JC sighed, deep in thought. “You’ll be where ever I am. I have houses in LA and Orlando. Orlando is home for me.”

“Will I be allowed to try and be a housewife?”

“Allowed? Gabs, you can do that if you want. If not, we can get a housekeeper.”

“Non. I should like to try.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank me? Mon cheri, you will most likely need to patience of a saint.”

Just then JC’s stomach rumbled mightily, reminding both of them they hadn’t eaten since the plane.

Gabby giggled. “More than one part of your anatomy is demanding!” She lifted her head to meet his eyes sparkling with laughter. “One hunger is assuaged and another rises.”

“How about I order cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate milkshake for my bride from room service?”

“They know,” JC announced when he rolled the service cart into their room.

“Who knows what?” Gabby asked. She had reclaimed her gown and swept the bed of most of the rose petals.

“The hotel management knows we got married.” He indicated the champagne on ice and the small cake that accompanied their lunch request.

“Oooh! I love champagne!” She rose to her knees when he rolled the cart to the bed. Grabbing a French fry she popped it in her mouth and chewed. “No strawberries? No cream?”

Gabby, champagne, strawberries and cream. The idea had merit. “We’ll save the champagne for later and I’ll order whatever you need for accompaniment,” he told her huskily. Damn! She’d been a virgin so how could she possibly know how sexy and seductive those foods were?

“Come, my husband,” she said taking his hand, urging him on to the bed. “I shall serve you.”

JC stretched out, propping his shoulders up against the headboard as she balanced the tray of their order and set it between them.

“Do you like these?” Gabby asked as she plucked the stemmed cherry from top of the whip cream of her milkshake.

If anyone else had said that, he would have heard a double entendre. “Yeah.”

Teasing him, she held it just out of the reach of his mouth. She laughed when he growled and grabbed her wrist so he could snatch the cherry from its stem. “Messy boy.” She leaned in to sweep a bit of cream from his upper lip with her tongue. At his moan of pleasure, she murmured, “Oui, strawberries and cream.”

“Dammit, princess, the food’ll get cold if you make me any hotter,” he complained.

“Mais non! French fries are best hot.”

It was like some sort of erotic food fantasy, JC decided. Sultan and the slave girl maybe. He rested back while Gabby fed him. A French fry. A bite of cheeseburger. Lifting the straw to his lips so he could drink the milkshake. Every thing she did was all about pleasing him. It was a new experience for him. He wondered if it was the European in her or just something she was naturally. There wasn’t any real submissiveness, just open, adoring sharing.

“Are you satisfied?” Gabby asked when all but a bit of milkshake remained.

“I’m not hungry for food anymore,” JC qualified.

“Not everything is about sex you know, Monsieur Chasez,” she reminded him as she removed the tray from the bed.

He gave her a wicked smile. “Sure it is. It’s our honeymoon.”

She snuggled against him. “I suppose, mon amant.”

She was calling him “lover” again. That made his gut tingle.

“What other wickedness do you have planned for me?” she asked.

“Anything you’ve ever wanted to try?”

She shook her head. “All I know I have learned from you, Josh. I do not know what else to ask for.”

“Well, we’ve done the missionary position any number of ways...”

“Missionary?”

“Me on top.”

“I am fond of that.” She grinned impishly.

JC chuckled, “Yeah, I noticed. You riding me, you know the regular way–“

”I learned English saddle,” she said brightly.

“Definitely one to keep in our repertoire. We go down on each other...”

“Delicious. So wonderfully selfish to receive and so wonderful to give.”

Gabby’s running commentary was making him hot – she seemed to like everything.

“We’ve never done it standing up.”

“How does that work? You are taller.”

“Any old wall will do. I lift you against it.”

“Oooh, might we try it?”

“I am sure we’ll get around to it.”

“What else?”

“We’ve only made love in bed. Now that you’re more experienced, we can do the wild thing just about anywhere.”

“Where would my husband like to do to the wild thing?”

The chime of his cellphone prevented his answer. He snatched it up. “JC.”

“I’ve lost count of the people who’ve called me about you,” the NSYNC manager announced.

“So, it’s out there. Good.”

“I don’t know why in the hell you wanted to be so public about it.”

“So Gabby’s father wouldn’t try to grab her.”

Johnny harrumphed. “I hope she’s worth all this, JC.”

“She is.” JC smiled down at the dark head resting on his shoulder. “You’ll have to meet her when we get to Orlando.”

“Well, a couple of magazines want the story – the Princess and the Popstar – they think it’s romantic.”

“Pick one and tell ’em we’ll give ‘em an interview in a week or so.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks.”

“So are congratulations in order?”

“That’d be nice.”

“If you’re happy...”

“I am.”

“Congratulations on your wedding.”

“Thanks, Johnny. Talk to you soon.” JC rang off.

He was about to answer Gabby’s last question when he noticed she was asleep. Gently, he eased her to the pillows and retrieved the sheet to cover them. His poor baby girl wasn’t use to the time zone changes – or the bedroom activity.

“Joshua?” she mumbled, barely awake as he wrapped himself around her.

“Get some rest, Gabby. You can fulfill my fantasy later.”

“D’accord,” she sighed. “Je t’aime.”

He grimaced. Either she was going to have to explain herself or he was going to have to learn French!

It was JC’s turn to be awakened with kisses. For a moment, he didn’t even open his eyes, enjoying Gabby’s exploration of his chest with her mouth. “Mmm...what time is it?”

“Nine o’clock by your watch.”

“Which means it’s eight here.”

“We have missed yet another meal, mon cheri.”

They had been very late for lunch.

“Wanna go out?”

“Non.”

“We can order from room service.”

“Strawberries and cream?” Gabby asked hopefully, kissing her way back to his mouth.

He let her taste him thoroughly before he could speak. “For dinner?”

“Snack?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You?”

“That you got already.”

Gabby gave him a bright smile that went right to his gut.

“Joshua, you never told me how you wanted to make love next.”

“Phone rang and you fell asleep.”

“Tell me now,” she urged.

“I’ve had this fantasy since we met...”

“That night?” Her eyes went wide.

“The next morning. I was already wanting you – and you treated me like I didn’t have a sexual thought in my head.” He smoothed her hair with both hands. “I jerked off fantasizing about you when I was in the shower.”

“But I was...”

“In the tub. Happy as a little mermaid humming and splashing and making me nuts.”

“What was your fantasy?”

“That I would pull you out of the tub and make love to you on the bathroom floor – and that you wanted it as much as I did.”

Gabby frowned, that didn’t sound comfortable.

“But the best part of that fantasy already came true.”

“Which part?”

“You wanting me.”

“I do, mon amant.”

“Doggie.” JC remembered a position he’d forgotten.

“Pardonne?”

“Doggie style.” He flipped her to her stomach. Her gown had ridden up to her knees as she slept so he knelt between them. Lowering himself against her, he held his weight off of her with his arms as he rubbed his lower body against her backside.

“Josh?” Her voice was a little tremulous, uncertain.

“I don’t mean your butt, baby. I mean entering you from behind.” He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, nibbling at her hot spot.

“Joshua...”

“Will you let me love you that way, Gabby? I’ll be good to you, I promise. And if you don’t like it, we won’t ever do it again.”

“I am certain it will be wonderful.”

JC brought her to her knees, her back to his chest. Their mouths mated in a sensuous dance as he caressed her body tenderly. Breaking the kiss, he muttered, “This gown hasta go,” and swept it from her body. His mouth tasted every inch of her neck and shoulders while his hands stroked and fondled her flesh. One hand stayed with her breasts while the other traveled lower to caress her inner thighs and above. “Open for me, baby,” he crooned, urging her to part her thighs.

Gabby moved her knees in a wider stance, allowing his talented fingers to pleasure her. “Mmm...mon amant...” she moaned softly.

He rubbed his hard shaft against the cleft of her bottom. “You’re so hot and wet for me, Gabby. I love how you match me. Want for want.”

“Oui. I want you, Joshua.”

“Now?”

“Oh, oui!”

He reached around to pile several pillows for her to rest on, then urged her down, her hips elevated by the pillows. He leaned over her, kissing and nibbling his way down her spine.

Gabby hadn’t known her rear was an erogenous zone. As his tongue licked and teased, she squirmed, helplessly aroused. “S’il tu plait, mon cheri,” she whimpered. “Take me now!”

JC adjusted her legs as he knelt behind her. Lifting her slightly, he entered her in a slow glide. “Yeah, Gabs,” he murmured at her slick tight heat. “This is good.” He began moving, he moved in and out in a deliberate, leisurely pace until she started to shove back against him.

“Joshua, are you trying to drive me insane?” she complained.

He chuckled. “So much for going easy on you.” Reaching beneath her, he sought her pleasure package and began to stroke her in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, Joshua!”

“Feeling me, baby?” He bent over her back to nip at her neck. “Likin’ this, princess?”

“Oooh, oui!” she gasped as he accelerated his pace, driving into her. “Cheri!”

“C’mon, baby...” he growled against her ear. “...Let me feel you fly apart for me.”

A moment later, Gabby’s tightened to the breaking point just before he pushed her over the precipice of rapture. “Josh!” She quaked beneath him.

“I’m right behind you baby!” he assured her. One. Two. Three more lunges into her quivering walls and he followed her over the cliff. “Gabby!” He collapsed upon her.

For a long moment, they lay panting and shaking and sweaty.

“Do you believe dogs enjoy it as much as you and I?” Gabby asked, the first to recover her breath.

JC chuckled as he moved to her side. Meeting her sparkling gaze, he asked. “Another keeper?”

“Oui, mon amant. I am beginning to believe that there is nothing I would not enjoy with you.”

“Thanks, baby.” He leaned up to kiss her tenderly.

“Why are you thanking me? You are the talented one.”

“Because no one has ever said those things to me before. It’s great to know that I am pleasing you.”

Gabby shifted off the pillows to lie in his arms, her head on his chest. “You go far beyond merely pleasing me, Joshua. If those women did not appreciate you, they were stupid, ignorant women.”

Tears nearly threatened as JC felt his throat tighten with emotion. He sent a prayer up to heaven. ‘Please, God, let me keep her,’ he implored. ‘I am beginning to need her.’

“Josh?”

“Yeah, Gabby?”

“I believe we should order our strawberries and cream now.”

“I have a feeling it could get messy.”

She raised her head to meet his gaze and grinned impishly. “Then perhaps we can fulfill your bathroom fantasy!”