His eyes were on the young brunette’s svelte frame as he intently observed the ever changing expressions on her face, graceful movements of her slender body and listened to every word she spoke. He was looking for cues to make sure she was not uncomfortable with the intimate situation they were in. He had been satisfied so far, Grace looked amazing in the tight outfit of white satin blouse and dark plaid miniskirt. His daughter-in-law was a stunning woman, and he grinning ear to ear, not able to hide the excitement of having her trapped in the bridal suite for the entire wedding weekend.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened with nervousness, lips parting with surprise at the sight of the honeymoon suite and Manny clicked his tongue with amusement. He was starting to feel the sexual tension between them and wondered if Grace did too. The lack of doors, walls covered with mirrors, sheets adorned in rose petals, the champagne bottle chilling in the silver basket on the counter. Every hint of romanticism and sensuality was in the air that was hard to miss. Her boyfriend had taken extra effort to make the wedding memorable for the bride, not realizing his father was going to reap the fruits of his labor.<br/><br/>“Yes Grace. It is beautiful, honeymoon suites are supposed to be sexy.” He teased her. “But, you don’t have to worry about the lack of privacy. I will not come in your way, unless you want me to. If I do, it will be our little secret, no one has to know. Not even James.” He smiled, but knew that word would get around and his son would be sure to find out. It would be hard to keep something as scandalous as the bride sharing the honeymoon suite with her father-in-law a secret. The hotel staff and the wedding planner knew. If the bridesmaids come over to the room to dress the bride, they would know too. “There is nothing to explain to James, unless he finds out and asks. Explaining to him would mean we are going to do something wrong or forbidden, are we?” He walked closer and locked his dark brown eyes with her bright blue ones, in askance.<br/><br/>His eyes followed her to the balcony as she pirouetted and walked through the french doors into the balcony. His eyes widening at the sensual sight of her luscious rear, straining against the thin fabric of her tight skirt as Grace leaned against the iron railing. She beckoned Manny to join her and gladly complied, licking his lips at the mouth watering opportunity in front of him. Her ass was perfect, with not a hint of panty line, was she wearing thong underwear or none at all? His mind started to wander, his breathing getting heavier, his manhood stirring with excitement. Manny wanted to touch Grace, to press against her, to feel the warmth of her soft skin against his. His urges were getting harder to curb, wanting to flout the norms and the taboo of their relationship.<br/><br/>“It’s a beautiful view, Grace. We should forget what people will think and let’s make this work, enjoy ourselves.” He whispered and walked closer, standing behind her in the narrow balcony. His large hands reached for the railing from either side of her thin waist and covered her delicate fingers. She felt soft, and smelled amazing. The floral scent of her feminine body hitting his nostrils as his face brushed against her soft hair.<br/><br/>“I cannot get tired of this sight, a perfect compliment to the romantic suite.” He whispered and pressed closer, letting her curvaceous buttocks nestle against his muscular hips, making no effort to hide his excitement, making her feel his strength. Grace was trapped in his arms with nowhere to go. The iron railing in front, his huge frame behind her, muscular arms on either side. Even slight movements from her would make his manhood graze her ample bottom.<br/><br/>“So, what would you like to do Grace? Pop open the Champagne bottle and toast the beautiful evening? Relax in the hot tub? Or both? It would feel amazing after a long day. I could get it ready for you.”