The two weeks had passed after Larry was cleared to travel from the doctor, and we were finally landing in Puerto Rico. As I stepped off of the plane, the sun hit my skin and the tropical air instantly became familiar. Larry and I were greeted by a driver he and Beyonce` must have arranged to pick us up, in a stretch limo. I smiled and shook my head as I thought of how out of place the limo must have looked driving up and down the poverty stricken streets to get to us.
"Hola Mr. and Mrs. Bourgeois," the driver said as he opened the door to the limo. Larry motioned for me to get in first as he soon followed me. The inside of the limo was beautiful. The ceiling was a mirror in which gold lights adorned the corners of it. The interior was leather except for the polished, wooden table in the corner of the limo that held champagne and glasses. Larry reached for the bottle and two glasses. He began to try and pry the cork from out of the bottle, I watched him struggle for a good three minutes before offering to help.
"Wait, you cannot drink this Kacey...I forget you only 19," he said as he stuck his tongue out at me and set the champagne bottle back in the tub of ice. I just laughed as I picked it back up.
"The legal drinking age in Puerto Rico is 18, and I'll be 20 soon, thank you." I poured my glass first then Larry's after he got over my comment. Before I could bring my lips to the glass, he stopped me to intertwine our arms together.
"Like we do for the wedding," he said. We took two sips from our glasses like that before he took my glass and his glass and set it back down.
"You know, we have like...a hour ride in here Mrs. Bourgeois," he said as he scooted closer to me.
"Really? That's nice," I said playfully as I looked down at my nails, pretending to be bored. Out of nowhere, Larry picked me up off of my seat and placed me on his lap. He's obviously made a full recovery, he has every ounce a strength that he use to have back...if not more.
"Yes, really," he said before placing his hands on my hips. I took in my surroundings one more time. The windows to the limo seemed to have been tinted and there was a black wall separating Larry and I from the driver. I turned to look at Larry, he was biting his lip as he looked me over. He then picked me up and laid me down on the seat next to us. He lowered himself on top of me as he began kissing my neck. It wasn't long before those kisses turned into him hungrily pulling at my skin, I'm pretty sure leaving black and blue marks. I found myself pushing his shirt up to admire his torso. I traced the outline of his abs with my finger, letting it trace over his scar from his surgery. I guess he got tired of me having to repeatedly push his shirt up or got irritated over the fact that I touched his scar because he sat up, took it off, and flung it to the floor of the limo.
"There," he whispered in my ear as he found the zipper on my shorts. I quickly reached down and prevented him from going any further, it was sort of just a reaction.
"Relax, nobody see us," he whispered again. His breath sent chills down my spine as I moved my hands and let him continue. In one motion my shorts and panties were by my ankles. I started to feel uncomfortable. Not that this is my first time, obviously but it's my first time doing anything like this. I'm still new to all of this, I'm still delicate and timid. It's awkward for me to still feel this discomfort being with Larry, after having twins. You would think all of this would come easily now, not really. I got pregnant my first time and have used every excuse to sort of avoid this moment because I ultimately wanted to avoid this feeling I have now.
"You oki? I stop if you no want to do this." I must have been wearing my thoughts on my face. He looked just as disappointed as I felt, we go through this every time.
"I'm okay," I said as I tried to smile. He just shook his head as he pulled the clothing by my ankles back up.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I ran my palm down my face. Larry just picked his shirt up and pulled it back over his head before sitting down, facing me.
"Kacey, why you so scared? I mean, you my wife...you look like you force to do this with a stranger. I no understand. Do I....hurt you?" his expression held so much concern and confusion.
"Larry, no no no no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just, you're so experienced with this and well...I'm not. Even after all this time, I feel like I still don't know what I'm doing. It's a little embarrassing for me," I told him.
"You no feel embarrassed, I think is cute...you so, shy and all. You no worry about anything, I do all the work. You...trust me?" he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Yes, I trust you Larry."
"Oki, good. I know what I do, I go slow. You just be calm, relax," he said as he slowly placed us in the previous position. I just took a deep breath and went with it, I trust him. Once again, he slid my shorts down and pushed my shirt up. He kissed a trail from my chest down to my stomach. He stopped and looked up at me before kissing the inside of my thigh. I felt like it was my first time all over again, in a good way. Larry was so gentle with me, he made me feel so special that day, hopefully this day will be the same.
"Mi amor," he whispered. I smiled to myself as he must have practiced that just for today because it sounded perfect. I then felt his tongue slide across my center and I shivered.
"Donner pour moi (Give in to me)," he said softly but with a hint of aggression as he slid me closer to him. I understood. After all the listening I've done to him speaking in French, I understood. I went ahead and just stopped thinking and went with what my heart wanted. I laid back as I felt his finger slip inside. At first I was hesitant but I then found myself moving my hips to match his rhythm. I wasn't even aware of the soft moan that escaped my lips as he placed another finger inside. He reached up and gently covered my mouth with the other hand.
"Shhhh, Vivre un peu. (Live a little)" he said as he dropped his hand from my mouth, reaching inside his pocket for his wallet. He then passed it to me and I knew exactly what he wanted me to get. We both agreed on being cautious with this every way possible, which is why I was on the pill as well. I struggled to get it out of the wrapper before finally passing it to him. He pulled both fingers from me as I began to unbuckle his pants for him, once again...I wasn't even aware I was making such advances, it shocked him too.
I finally got his belt and pants undone as he placed it on himself. He then leaned down and kissed me passionately, trying to distract me from what he was really doing. I gasped against his lips as I felt him. As promised, he took it slow. Time felt like it came to a complete stop as this moment seemed to last forever. He was more gentle than I could have ever imagined. He made me feel special in more ways than one. Every ounce of insecurities I realized I had, that kept me from letting this moment exist, disappeared as I saw the admiration he had for me dance in his eyes. Every ounce of embarrassment from not being experienced flew out of the window as I watched his eyes roll from pleasure, maybe I was doing something right.
"Te...amo," he said as if he had practice that for weeks too, simply for today. I knew he meant it. I knew he meant it on our wedding day and the countless other days he's said but with every flaw I thought I had being showcased, right here...right now, he still managed to look at me like they didn't exist. My body is no longer how it use to be, I gained a few pounds, along with stretch marks during my pregnancy and then the hideous scar I have from the C-Section doesn't make it any better. But, when he looks at me...I feel like he looks beyond all of that and sees something so beautiful in me, something completely worth loving.
