After relenting for a long time, she agreed to take a short break. We decided to go on a week-long cruise. It may be a short time but enough to give us a breathing space.
"This is magical!" Helena said, opening her arms and embracing the sea breeze sweeping her now shoulder-length wavy hair. I gazed at her silhouette against the crimson horizon.
"Indeed," I replied as I wrapped my arms around her. She giggled as I buried my face between her neck and shoulder.
"What are you doing? Von will see us!" she warned when my hands began exploring her body.
Von was one of my brothers in the Suits and I hired him--- rather his time to captain the yacht much to his delight. And it didn't come cheap. I didn't care much because aside from his high skills that would keep us safe regardless of the weather, he has a tight lip. As a matter of fact, he's known as the Brotherhood's keeper because of it.
"Nevermind Von! He is more aroused by the ocean than anything," I said.
"Really?!" she asked in amazement.
"Yeah! The founder even got so concerned that he played a matchmaker. He introduced him to pretty women from different walks of life, but the ending was always the same," I explained. Helena gasped in disbelief.
"Is...," she cleared her throat, "Is he... maybe... he's,"
"Gay?!" I asked, putting her thoughts into words. She nodded. "Nope. He just has not found his match yet. Besides, he enjoys flirting and casual sex when he's not piloting or captaining but never fancies a steady relationship."
"Whoah!" Helena exclaimed.
"I just don't know where his self- control is coming from. You know, sailing for weeks or even months means no sex for a long period of time," I exclaimed. Then, we were both startled by an "Ehem", coming from behind us.
"Anderson, it takes an immense self- discipline. Anyway, aren't you hungry?" Von said.
"How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Just in time to find out that you're talking about me. C'mon, I'm hungry... for food of course. Clearly, you're hungry for something else," he said with a straight face. Then, he turned around and went straight to the kitchen. A proper English sarcasm.
I looked at Helena who was clearly embarrassed by what just happened.
"Well, he's right. I am definitely hungry... but not for food," I whispered, making Helena's cheeks into scarlet.
Before long, I was kissing Helena hungrily in our cabin. We were both panting and moaning from the pleasures we were creating.
"Helena, I can't promise to be gentle," I whispered huskily as I nibbled her ear. Since her miscarriage, we never made love, causing body yearned for her.
She smirked before she turned around and pushed me on the bed.
"What~,"
"Silence!" she whispered. "Don't move. If you make any movement, you won't get what you want," she continued with her evil smile. Still confused, I did as I was told. Well, I wouldn't miss this chance so I watched as she slowly stripped her floral dress off her glorious body, teasing me, driving me crazy, and making me want her more.
I lost count of how many times I cursed when she began taking off my shirt and kissing my bare chest down to my belly button, following a thin line of hair.
"I wonder what's in here," she playfully said as she unzipped my jeans.
"Fuck, Helena! I'm gonna let you pay for this," I groaned when the throbbing pain on my lower belly began to increase. She chuckled, especially when my carnal desire was so evident after she pulled down my pants.
I saw her swallow as he gazed at it then she looked at me, equaling the ardent passion in my eyes.
"You're one naughty girl, Helena. I wonder what I should do to you," I groaned when she straddled me and gave a long passionate kiss. She smiled.
"Do as you please. I'm yours," she replied which cut all the strands of my self-control.
"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed when I was finally inside her. She whimpered in ecstasy. Our body began to sweat as my speed build-up.
"Ride," I said when I flipped her on top of me. Seeing Helena scream in pleasure drove me crazy. She called my name over and over as we made ours to heaven. She literally fell on my chest out of exhaustion.
"Hey, we need to wash up," I said, shaking her gently.
"Give me a minute, please. I'm so exhausted," she whispered. I chuckled.
"Okay," I replied then I hugged her tight. "Take a rest coz' I don't have any plans on sleeping tonight."
"Mmmm... the beast is out, hmm?" she replied in her sleepy voice.
"Yeah, and it's looking forward to a proper feast," I said. She giggled as she moved closer to me.
Our holiday was full of passion and love. We made sure to make most of it before facing our next challenge--- wedding preparation.
For the next six months, Helena dedicated most of her time to her garden and the wedding preparation.
"Oh hi, Marie. Good morning! Yeah, I want the first floral arrangement you delivered. But, instead of a white rose, can we use magnolia instead? Yeah... thank you so much. I will pay you a visit tomorrow after our fitting appointment," she said as she sat at her desk under a small Japanese inspired kiosk in her garden.
"Honey, I brought you some tea," I said as I handed her a hot cup of tea.
"Thank you, honey," she told me as she took a sip. "Seems Leigh and Sheryl are going serious," Helena commented. Sheryl often denied their relationship, but they should have tried harder to hide it as it was plain to see their attraction.
"Too soon to tell," I replied. Helena tilted her head after taking another sip.
"Sheryl deserves someone who can give her the love that you can't provide," she said. I sighed.
"I know. But, I am not sure if he is the right person for her," I replied. "I mean, Leigh is a good business partner but I am not sure whether he's a good person. I don't want my sister to go through that pain again."
"I understand but loving someone is a choice. Whether we keep it or break it, it's our constant choice. Just let Sheryl choose her path and carve her own future," Helena advised. I chuckled so she furrowed her face.
"Sorry. I just can't contain my happiness for marrying a wise and beautiful woman," I explained. She smiled.
"Well, you must be one lucky guy!" Helena exclaimed which made me laugh even louder.
As the date approached, she worked harder than ever, becoming more involved in the planning, especially the catering, decorations, and clothes. The pressure was pushing her to the limits that she collapsed one morning.