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Zion
Six Months Later
“How did I ever let you talk me into this?” Bill asked.
I looked over at him and laughed. I punched him hard on the arm and stuck my tongue out at him. “You are such a weakling.”
“Yeah, right. I’m a weakling because I don’t want to go bungee jumping.”
“Yeah, you don’t take any risks anymore. The man I fell in love with loved to take great risks.”
“I don’t remember ever being such a guy,” Bill said. He was smiling, but I could tell he didn’t really want to do this. Truth be told he didn’t want to do this because he found it boring. I wished I found it boring, but I was not an adrenaline junkie like my brand-new husband. Husband... I was still getting used to using that word and thinking that way. I wasn’t sure how much longer it would take before it felt natural, but I loved it. I loved the way it sounded. I loved the way it felt. It was really amazing.
We’d tied the knot three days ago and were now in Paris on our honeymoon. I had set the whole thing about bungee jumping up a few days ago and we were ready to embark on this amazing adventure. And tomorrow we were jumping out of airplanes. The day after that was rock climbing. And then we were going to relax with some golf.
Something had happened to me that night, when the Rayne gang as they came to be known had tried to kill me. Come to find out the men were responsible for a wealthy client of the firm and they had killed Tyler because he hadn’t paid them their proper cut of the money owed to them. And of course, they had to kill me just because I was there. They were relentless. That means I must have scared them to death knowing I was out there trying to bring them to justice. That should have made me feel empowered and it did after it was all said and done.
And after I shot the bastard, it felt even better.
I had trouble sleeping for the first several nights. I tossed and turned. I woke up screaming thinking I was still in that fight, that it was that same night, and Bill would have to shake me awake fully and help me calm back down. I know he must have thought I was a full-blown nutcase now, but he didn’t. He was so sweet and understanding. He just wanted to help me. He wanted to be with me. I loved him and he loved me back. He was no longer afraid to show that. And that comforted me. That helped me get back to my actual self again. Without him I don’t know what would have happened to me. He taught me how to fight them and then he showed me how to fight my way back to myself.
Then one night Bill had dinner fixed for me when I got to his place after work. I’d basically moved in with him, but I still had the lease on my place for a bit longer. I was going to let it go out and live with Bill full time. We both wanted that.
He had fixed steak and potatoes which was starting to become one of our favorites. We had a romantic dinner and afterwards, Bill got down on one knee completely out of the blue. He asked me to marry him. I couldn’t believe it. I was so shocked that I actually forgot to answer.
I eventually answered with a resounding. “Yes! Yes! Of course!”
We embraced and then made some sweet love in the bedroom most of the night off and on. It was one of the most amazing nights I’ve ever had, possibly the most amazing night.
And then four months later we tied the knot. We invited our friends and families from both sides. To my delight Chelsea agreed to be my maid of honor. She looked amazing. I couldn’t believe how well she was doing after everything. It took a few weeks, but especially after she heard that Bill and I killed her attackers she started to improve dramatically.
The wedding was so much fun. Bill looked amazing and I thought I did as well, or at least that was what everyone kept saying. It was such a beautiful day and I would hold it so tightly in my memory forever. I never wanted to forget even a little bit of it.
“Well, you were such a guy and it was an incredible turn on. I think you should get back to being more like that.”
He pretended to be offended and pouted his bottom lip out. It was hilarious some of the crazy faces he made sometimes. Bill had changed a bit since I first met him. He was a lot happier acting, much more outgoing, and he didn’t see the world as if he lived in a total warzone. He’d just come a long way towards becoming such a great human being all around, or at least a lot more open.
“Ok, I guess I’ll have to go full on swashbuckler for you now. Got to keep your oven lit,” Bill said. He smacked me hard on the ass. It felt good but it did sting a bit.
I couldn’t stifle the giggle. The guy knew exactly how to push my buttons.
We were standing at the top of a huge cliff looking down several feet to the ground below. It was very daunting now that we were actually up there, but I’m no quitter and I was more than ready to do this. It was something on my bucket list, something I’d always wanted to do. And now we were doing this.
Our guides went over the instructions again as they hooked up the harness and tested everything to make sure we didn’t meet our untimely deaths while attempting this feat. But it was still a strong possibility.
“OK, are you ready to do this?” Bill asked as we stood there waiting for the right moment.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said.
Bill leaned over and kissed me softly. “Good luck. I love you.”
“I love you.”
And with that we leapt off the cliff.
The sensation of freefalling so far and wondering if the cord was going to break or if it would be ok was exhilarating beyond anything I’d ever experienced. It was an adrenaline rush in such a positive way. I’m not sure where I ever got the itch to do this, but now that I was there I wanted to experience it to the hilt. And it was better than I ever thought it could be.
As the cord swung free and I saw across from me Bill also falling with a huge smile on his face, I felt freer than I’d ever felt before. We were swinging down together. It was wonderful, and it felt like our souls were becoming intertwined. I wanted to be with him until the day I died and I wasn’t sure I cared if it was this day. As long as we were together I was not afraid of anything. I knew that he would always take care of me no matter what.
The cord suddenly snagged as I hit the end of its length and then the slingshot action catapulted my body back up through the air and I felt a whole new sensation of falling, but I was falling upwards. It was incredible. I felt like I was actually flying and I was soaring with the eagles. I was free above all else on the earth. I knew that out there in the air away from the touch of the terrestrial world I had found a kingdom I had never known existed.
And I never wanted to leave.
But leave I had to. Eventually, the ride came to an end. And we were back on land and walking towards the car. I was still full of adrenaline pumping through my veins. I wanted to run. I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream from the heavens what I’d just done and that I was actually unstoppable in anything in the world that I wanted to do.
“Wow, that was insane!” I yelled to Bill. I punched him hard in the arm and he hugged me tightly before kissing me.
“Yeah, it was insane,” he said. “I mean, I felt my heart leap into my throat and then it came right back down. It was magical. I have never wanted anything to never end before, but that was it. I really want to do it again.”
“So, do I. We should make it like a weekly thing, or maybe just yearly. I think that might be more special.” I was talking a mile a minute but I couldn’t contain myself. The adrenaline was racing through me and I wasn’t sure how I was going to sit still in the car.
“Maybe, but I am worried that it’s never going to be that good again. Like, we will chase that high and never conquer that level of feeling ever again, you know? I’m not sure how we can top it. We will have to do something else.”
“Then let’s go skydiving sometime soon. I think that will top it. That’s like bungee jumping to the extreme, right?”
He laughed. “Wow, I think I’ve created a monster of an adrenaline junkie over here.”
“Yeah, I love it. I feel like I’ve never lived before. I want to do more and more.”
“Yeah, but that can become something that is just too much, too.”
I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, I know what you are talking about. But don’t rain on my parade. I want to keep having fun. This honeymoon has been the best!”
He hugged me tightly to him. I loved the feeling of his strong arm around me. We had ways to walk to the car, so I did have a bit of time to get the adrenaline out of my system. Shit, I wanted to run, jump, dance and do everything I could to get out of my system. It was an incredible high. I’d never done a drug before but I could see how one could become very addicted to a feeling like this.
“So, how are you otherwise?” Bill asked me.
“What do you mean?” I knew what he was getting at.
“Well, I’ve noticed you are much more prone to this element of danger and excitement in your life since that night. And you refuse to really talk much about that night. And your shrink, you only went to him twice. He agreed that you need to talk about it and you refused. I just want to make sure you are ok.”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“You keep saying that, but I would love to hear more of an elaboration on your part.”
I groaned. “I’m tired of talking about this. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“You won’t talk about it, honey. I’m worried about you. I know it’s eating you up inside. You had to kill. That sort of thing doesn’t just wash over you. It sticks with you until you find a healthy way to deal with it.”
“I’m dealing. Can’t you see?”
“I can see you are hiding from your feelings, trying to mask your pain with adrenaline. You are running, you are staring death in the face because you are still scared.”
I sighed. He was right. I knew he was and he was hitting the nail on the head. He was so good at figuring people out, at pinpointing their weak spots and going after them. He knew I was struggling and so did I. And I was so damn tired of it.
“Ok, you’re right. I am scared. I’m afraid that I am able to kill someone. I’m afraid that I crossed that line and I’m not sure I can go back. It changes you. It gets inside of you. And I’m afraid I’m not really me anymore. And I’m afraid that somehow this isn’t really over. I’m afraid that someday I’m going to have to be forced to fight for my life again and I don’t know if I can allow myself to do it because then I will be forever lost, so I might as well be gone. I’m just so confused. I’m so mixed up.”
“Then you need to talk to a professional. But you have to trust. You have to drop your guard. You have to open up to them.”
I sighed. I hated having this conversation and why now of all times did he bring this up? Fuck. But I knew it was important and he was doing it because he loved me and he wanted to see me back to my old self again. I wanted that as well.
I hugged his arm tightly as we walked along. I was feeling so loved. I was constantly reminded why I married this man and why I loved him so much. He really cared and he would always be there for me.
“I just don’t know what to tell them when I’m on that couch. They are just sitting across from me staring me down, judging me, and expecting me to open up to a complete stranger. It is beyond daunting. I don’t know how to do that.”
“You just have to pretend you are talking with a friend. You have to droop your guard and let them in. It’s their job to help you.”
“Ok,” I said. “I’ll try.”
We got in the car and drove to a great lunch spot. The food was amazing. I ate so much I felt like I was going to split apart at the seams and fall by the wayside. It felt good. Vacation was a time in your life when you could indulge in all the bad foods you wanted without feeling at all guilty and just go completely nuts. That was what I was doing now. I loved it. And after the honeymoon was over I’d hit the salads and the treadmill for a few weeks to drop the weight.
We finally made our way back to the hotel suite and settled in for the afternoon and evening to watch some television and just relax with each other. I wanted to do more but I was really tired. I was having a blast with the honeymoon, sightseeing and trying all these new and wonderful things, but I was really ready for something else. I wanted to get back to our regular lives, back to my work and really just back to some normalcy. The past few months had been such a hectic whirlwind as we tried to get everything ready for the wedding. It was a nice distraction for me to work on all this stuff so I didn’t have to worry about the crazy memories and thoughts in my head. I could just forget about the pain I was in and focus on something positive. But now that was kind of over and the pain was still there. Bill was right; I had to talk to somebody.
After a little bit of television Bill and I decided to get active since it was still early. I was tired but I knew that I needed something to bust me out of this little funk I was in after the adrenaline crash. So, we decided to go down to the hotel gym and get a workout in.
I got dressed in my workout clothes, a tank top underneath a ripped up old sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. As I worked out on the elliptical I could feel Bill’s eyes on my ass from the treadmill he was running on behind me. Oh, he liked what he was seeing. And I liked that. I loved to feel him watching me, wanting me. He would get the most animalistic, crazed, lust-filled look in his eyes and I knew it was go time.
When we got back to the room we were both sweaty messes, but neither of us cared. We started making out hot and heavy and began to strip each other bare as we made our way to the large shower. Once inside the shower under the hot water we began to soap each other up. The way his rough hands felt gliding over my body soaping me up so deeply turned me on like crazy. I was so wet inside and out that I felt like I was gushing down my legs.
I grabbed his cock and rubbed it hard with my wet, soapy hand. I rinsed the soap off it and then I bent over to allow him full access to me. He instantly plowed his hard cock into my tight pussy. I loved the way he fucked me. Oh, it was so good. He knew all the right buttons to push. He knew me inside and out.
Occasionally he would reach up and grab a handful of my soapy breasts. He squeezed them and pulled at the nipples, sliding his hand over the full weight of the tit. I moaned with delight. His touch turned me on so. And my breasts were especially sensitive.
Bill pulled out of my tight pussy and then I heard him soaping up his cock. I glanced back to wonder what he was doing. “I thought we’d try something new,” he whispered. I thought I had an idea of what he had in mind and I decided to let it happen. I was damn curious and the idea turned me on.
Bill pressed his hard cock against my asshole and began to ease it inside of me. At first it was very tight and I wasn’t sure it would work, but I relaxed took some breaths and pushed out with my sphincter muscles to delete the natural resistance and then his cock eased right inside my nerve riddled asshole.
It felt incredible. It was like taking the biggest, best shit of my life and then adding some sexual sensation transmitting over from my pussy as well. I could feel him in both places at times. It was mind altering. I bucked my hips back to force his cock up my ass even faster. He was so big and had me so stretched out, but I didn’t care. Even the little bit of pain was fine with me. It was sexy and exciting. I was doing something so naughty, so forbidden that it made me giddy with delight even.
“Fuck my ass...oh shit!” I moaned.
He was pumping into my asshole nice and deep with each stroke, moving fast but not too fast. The soap was providing the perfect amount of lubrication. I loved the sensation. It felt grainy and tight, the pressure inside of me was unreal. I occasionally let out a little fart sound. I had always been curious to try anal, but I was afraid. With Bill I was afraid of nothing.
“I’m gonna come!” Bill roared.
“Come inside my ass!”
“Yes!”
Bill released his huge load inside of me right then. It felt so strange, like having a sexualized enema. I loved how it made me feel a bit dirty and just very naughty all at the same time. I enjoyed being his little fuck slave, only his. This was my husband. This was the man of my dreams and my dreams were all coming true with him. I loved the way he made me feel about everything at all times.
I fucked my ass harder against his cock, trying to swallow it as far inside of me as I possibly could. He pumped his cock faster and faster as he came harder and harder into me. Oh, it felt so damn good. Fuck... yeah..
I reached between my legs and fingered my clit as he fucked me. I was almost there as well. My orgasm was built, it was ready to break through the dam and flood me with total bliss. Oh, yeah... fuck... there it was...
“Yes!” I screamed as I came hard on my pulsating hand. Bill was still pushing his cock in and out of my tight asshole and this further amplified my orgasm. Oh, fuck... so good...
I finished off the orgasm and I could barely stand up. I slumped down in the shower to the bottom and Bill guided me down to the floor of the shower as well. He was on top of me still, his cock still sliding into my ass. He had come as much as he could, but I could tell he loved the feeling so much he didn’t want to stop and I didn’t want him to.
We made our way out of the shower and dried off a little bit. Then we finished up in the bedroom. Between the covers, Bill entered my asshole missionary style. It felt even better face to face as he kissed me and held me, effectively making love to me through my tight asshole. I continued to finger my pussy as we made our way towards another orgasm.
I never wanted to leave this place with him.