Michael looked over at her. "I don't care if we got married at a drive thru chapel. All I care about is your happiness. Plus, they say the woman has the wedding day, while the man has the wedding night." He wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Lisa laughed at his funny expression. "You know, we probably aren't going to get our romantic date night tomorrow, and I am just to tired to drive home tonight, so would you mind if I sleep over at your house tonight?"
"Darling, you can move in if that would make you happy. I think I can arrange to have the hot tub started up for us." Michael said.
Lisa looked at him shyly. "No, I think I want to go straight to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow. So do you, so you better come to bed with me."
"You know, now that you mention it, I am rather tired. I don't want to fall asleep while we are tasting cakes tomorrow. That could get messy." Michael told her.
They pulled up to Michael's house and walked hand in hand into the house. "Come on, let me show you to the bedroom." Michael told her as they walked together.
He took her to a large suite of rooms that started as a sitting room and opened into the bedroom with a king sized bed sitting in the middle. It was an antique style bed with four high posts. It was made with a black comforter, and dark red pillows at the head. Someone had scattered roses on the top of the comforter and around the bed. Candles burned on the bedside table, with a bottle of champagne and strawberries in a tub of ice. "I believe Greta has left us a gift." Michael said, picking up the bottle and pouring them each a glass. "To us." Michael toasted. They drank the glasses down to almost empty. Lisa reached over to grab a strawberry but Michael intercepted her hand. "Allow me." He dipped the strawberry into the remaining champagne and ran it over Lisa's lips before she sucked the tip of it into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the red berry and sucked the end more before biting into it and licking his fingers. "You are so very sexy." He told her. He sat her down on the bed and began removing her top. He took off her bra, exposing her taunt nipples to the air. He dipped another strawberry into the champagne and ran the wet, cold berry around her nipples, causing them to become even harder, leaving a small amount of champagne behind which he then licked off. He dipped the strawberry again and ran it down her stomach, his tongue following close behind. He unfastened her skirt and pulled it down over her full hips. He then pulled off the small panties she wore for him. He dipped the strawberry once more into the cold champagne, and used the chilled berry to trace along her heated core. The feel of the cold against her skin acted as a lightning bolt to her passion, feeling as if it had set her on fire. He licked and sucked the chilled drink off her throbbing center.