by Taryn Steele
“I think she thinks they’re fighting not dancing,” she tells me.
I look back over to the crowd and Jameson has her by the arms, looking sternly at her face. It appears he’s speaking firmly to her. She bows her head shaking it back and forth. She’s saying something to him, waving her arms around but Jameson’s face appears pained.
“Well it looks like the guys mosh pit fun got ruined,” the DJ announces. “Why don’t we gather the single ladies around for the bouquet toss?”
The DJ pulls me from my fury at Marcie for ruining Jameson’s fun. He has me searching for my toss bouquet the florist made me so I could hold on to my bouquet with the white and red sox lilies that I walked down the aisle with. The single ladies gather on the dance floor bouncing around in anticipation to catch the bouquet. The nineties classic “Jump” by Kris Kross blasts through the speakers and the women erupt louder. I stand with my back to the crowd waiting for just the right moment to toss it over my head. I can’t help but want to stay in place and dance for a while enjoying the song, and the moment. I make three fake attempted tosses and then let it go. I quickly turn to see where it lands and see Christian’s date Stefania jumping up and down with the bouquet in her hand. Seconds later, out of the corner of my eye I see Lily limping off from the dance floor back to our table.
“Hey, what happened to you?” I ask, running as I catch up to her.
“That twat waffle stepped on my foot with her cheap ass heels.”
“Why were you even on the dance floor? You’re not single. You’re engaged.”
“I’m not married so therefore I’m technically single,” Lily barks back.
“You’re ridiculous is what you are.” I say as I walk back to the dance floor where I’m being beckoned for the traditional removal of the garter.
I sit in a chair that the hostess had placed on the dance floor with Jameson kneeling at my feet with a naughty grin. I hope he doesn’t have anything silly planned, like pulling out a huge pair of granny panties. “Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer starts playing throughout the room. The DJ tells Jameson to ‘get to it’ and the hooting and hollering begins. I lean back in the chair giggling as Jameson buries his head under my dress. He’s playing with me, trickling his fingers up my calf to my thigh, taking a nip with his teeth. I gasp at the pleasure and the pain. My lacy white bridal panties are immediately wet. He slides my garter down my leg, and over my heel. Standing on his feet he swirls the garter over his finger showing everyone his success in retrieval. The single men gather around ready pounce. One guest even jumps on another guys shoulders. Jameson doesn’t wait. As soon as he turns his back to the men he flings the garter over his shoulder. What appears to look like at least two dozen men vying for one small item only one can win, Christian dives and grabs it. I’m not sure if it was because his date Stefania got the bouquet or not, but that’s how it ended and I think that’s great.
I take time throughout the remainder of the reception to just stand back and watch everyone dancing and conversing with each other. It makes me feel better to see that all of the guests are having a good time. I look to my right and see my cousin Kelly in her short five foot one stature stepping up on her tippy toes to put her arms around her boyfriend as they grind on the dance floor. Straight ahead I see the table where all of my coworkers sit drunk with laughter and I smile. When I turn to my left I see a table with two of Jameson’s aunts and two of his cousins. It appears that they are all crying. My brows furrow in confusion and worry as to what could be wrong. As if he can sense I’m troubled no matter how far or near he is, Jameson comes up from behind me with a kiss to my cheek asking if I’m okay.
“What’s up over there?” I ask with a tip of my chin toward the table where his family shedding tears.
“I’ll find out,” he says in a growl and walks away.
I turn on my heel and head towards the bar feeling that this might require alcohol. I ask the bartender to make me something sweet and strong. Seconds later he hands me a glass with ice and bright blue liquid.
“I call it Horizon Blue Skies”, he tells me.
I thank him, and then head outside to find someone with a cigarette. There’s at least a dozen people outside smoking, drinking and chatting away. I see Ronny and his wife Missy in the corner quietly talking to each other. I don’t want to interrupt whatever they are privately talking about so I turn in the other direction and see Lily and Bevan.
“Hey guys. Can I bum a smoke?”
“Chicken head, why do you look so stressed out?” Bevan asks as he hands me a cigarette.
“Ugh, a bunch of Jameson’s family is sitting at a table crying over God knows what. He went to check it out, so I’m handling it by drinking and smoking.” I say with a coy smile.
“What are you drinking by the way? That looks interesting.” Lily asks.
“It’s good. The bartender says it’s called Horizon Blue Skies. What orange concoction are you drinking?”
“Mmm, it’s so yummy. It’s called an X-Rated Tangerine Touch. Try it,” she says while handing it to me.
“Oh damn, that is good.”
Just as I’m about to hand her my drink to taste, Jameson approaches us with his classic Red Death drink in hand. That can only mean one thing. Whatever conversation was had in there had boiled his blood enough to require a strong drink like that.
“It went that well, huh?” I ask pointing toward his drink.
“It was stupid. They’re freaking crying because I didn’t invite my uncle to the wedding.”
“Are you fricking kidding me?”
“Wait, the uncle that got into the pushing and shoving fight with your mom last year at Thanksgiving dinner?” Bevan asks.
“Yup.”
“Well, isn’t that self-explanatory enough?” Lily asks.
“Apparently not.” Jameson answers, taking a long drag of his Marlboro Light.
KAREN THE WEDDING COORDINATOR tells us that the DJ is gearing up to play the last song of the night. The moment is bittersweet for me. While I’m sad my wedding day is coming to an end, I cannot wait to get out of these heels, and take this dress off so I can pee like a normal person. When we initially met with our DJ to discuss specific songs, and he brought up the last song of the night only one song came to mind. Being a huge fan of the movie “Dirty Dancing” I wanted “(I’ve Had) Time of My Life” for our last song.
Taking Jameson by the hand, I pull him to the dance floor. With one hand resting on his shoulder and the other clasped in his hand I lay my head on his chest, close my eyes and move my feet to the music. I feel at peace with my hand in his and his other hand on my lower back. A smile forms on my lips and he quietly sings the lyrics to me. I’m lost in the moment in the four short minutes of the song. The DJ pulls me from my tranquility as he announces the end of the reception, well wishes for Jameson and myself and safe driving home for those who are not staying at the hotel.
Some of the hotel staff begin loading up a luggage cart that was loaned to us by the hotel with our gifts. Many of the guests are hugging us goodbye and telling us what a great time they had. Other guests are asking us to come to the pool with them, while others are planning on continuing the party at the hotel bar. All Jameson has planned is consummating our marriage.
When we get up to our suite I see gifts stacked up high in the living room area as soon I walk in with Jameson right behind me. There is a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket to our left, with a note for best wishes from Karen our wedding coordinator. Jameson and I walk through the living area to check out the bedroom. I gasp when I see the bed covered in red rose petals in the shape of a heart. It’s beautiful and makes me a little teary eyed. I’m a small town girl; to me this is so extravagant and thoughtful.
As I wipe a single tear from my cheek I feel Jameson at my back. His strong hands run up and down both of my arms. He places two small kisses to my neck. The sensation instantly makes me wet. Somehow with his magical hands as quickly as he turns me to him
my dress is whisked off over my head. As he holds on to my hand he takes a step back to admire my bridal lingerie that I have been hiding all day beneath my gown. He lifts my arm and spins me around to get a view of the entire package. I stand there before Jameson to let him admire the special lingerie I picked out. The set was vintage inspired with floral lace creating an instant hourglass silhouette with an extra-long bustier shaped by flexible spiral boning, while the sweetheart neckline and moderately low U-back accommodating for my wedding night.
“You look incredible. The lingerie is sinful but wearing it in white, you look like an angel,” he tells me.
“I picked it out just for you.”
The smile on his face tells me he’s happy, but the dark look in his eyes tells me something mischievous is about to happen.
“We’re married now,” he tells me closing the short distance between us while unbuttoning his white button down tux shirt.
“Yes.”
“You belong to me now.”
“Yes,” I reply again breathlessly loving his domineering words.
We stand face to face, mere centimeters between us. Jameson grabs either side of my face and crushes his lips to mine with urgency. It’s the kind of kiss that feels like you’ve lost all of your breath. The one that you never want to end, the one you don’t want to let go of but you know you need to take just one breath to keep alive but hope that other person will breathe for you. His tongue pushes in to my mouth and I gladly let it, swirling it with mine. I grab hold of his arms to steady myself because the intensity of his kiss is making my knees weak. Jameson keeps his hands on mine while stepping me backwards towards the bed. I feel the back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall back. Standing above me, our lips no longer connected, Jameson removes the rest of his suit. I feel myself getting wet when the muscles in his arms flex as he removes his shirt. His pants are dropped to the floor; boxer briefs gone, socks disappeared across the room. His cock is rock hard and standing at attention making its presence known, not that it needs to. I am well aware of it. I can’t take my eyes off of it. He stalks towards the bed where I’m lying there still in my lingerie anxiously awaiting for him to feast on me. He crawls on top of me like a gray wolf out to claim its prey.
“As arousing as this lingerie is, it’s gotta go.”
Jameson unsnaps the garter straps then pulls my stockings off one at a time, and tosses them on to the ground. He flips me on to my stomach; while gently placing kisses on my bare shoulders he’s unclipping my bustier. He slowly unsnaps the backing and massages his hands up and down my back briefly. Just as he pulls the bustier out from underneath me, he flips me onto my back again. He has a wicked grin on his face and I can’t help but smile at what’s to come. He starts moving back down towards the bed, placing kisses along my stomach. When he reaches my belly button he looks up at me with a smile. I know I’ve mentioned at least once to him that area is off limits. Its super sensitive and he better not touch it.
“Don’t you dare Jameson Michaels,” I say sternly smiling at him warmly.
He continues past it, relief spreads over me that he was just joking around. Seconds later his teeth are grazing at my hip bone. I look down and Jameson has my string bikini panties in his mouth. He starts pulling them down my body with his teeth. He keeps his eyes on me the entire time. The look in his hooded eyes has my body on fire with arousal. Jameson stands before me, in all of his naked glory with my panties hanging from his mouth. It is one of the sexiest fucking things I have ever seen. He takes the panties from his mouth and tosses them on the floor. He retreats back to the bed, grabs me from behind my knees pulling me to the edge of the bed. He sinks down to his knees and without any warning he devours my pussy with his mouth. I gasp in complete shock and pleasure. Licking at my folds, gently nibbling sending the pain and pleasure though-out my body. When he starts circling my clit with his thumb is when I find myself grabbing on to the sheets with my hands as if they are a life line. I’m losing control. The fire is erupting in me, he knows it. He won’t let me cum without him. He climbs up on to the bed, grabs me by the wrists and pins them on to the bed above my head.
“I’m gonna take you hard and fast my beautiful bride. I hope you’re ready.”
Without a second to respond he slams in to me, a loud groan coming from both of us. He takes one of his hands from my wrists and grabs underneath my thigh for more access. Still not able to touch him since he still has my wrists pinned with one hand, I find myself utterly aroused by this controlling side of him. The look of dominance on his face, the haziness in his eyes has me dripping wet. Jameson’s panting matches mine, short and fast.
“Harder Jameson, please. I’m so close,” I beg him.
He let’s go of my wrists knowing I want to be as close as possible when we climax. He wraps his arms around my back pulling me closer, just as I wrap mine around his. Thrust after thrust the fire is burning inside, every “Oh God” and “Yes” is said on repeat from both of us. One final thrust and we both erupt. Jameson collapses on top of me, panting heavily. I swear I’m seeing stars with elated dizziness. I can still feel Jameson quivering inside of me. I love that it sends tingles all over my body. With his smoldering eyes, Jameson lifts up from me and says, “Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.”
FRESH FROM OUR SHOWER together for round two we decide we should probably call the front desk to set up a wake-up call. It’s already two o’clock in the morning and we don’t want to sleep through check out.
“No one is answering at the front desk. I’m going to go down there.” I tell Jameson.
I feel a little awkward going to the front desk in my pajamas but a part of me doesn’t really care either. When I step out of the elevator I see the reception desk directly in front of me, still no one there. There are two open doorways on either side of the wall so I peak my head around each hoping I find someone. The first door way is empty. As I make my way towards the second one, a young looking brunette female comes out.
“Good evening Mrs. Michaels. Is everything to your liking in our bridal suite?”
A smile appears on my face at the fact that she knows who I am without having to say anything.
“Hi, yes everything is perfect. I was trying to call to request a wake-up call at 9am but there was no answer,” I tell her.
“My apologies. I’m the only working these late hours, so your call probably came in when I briefly stepped away for a moment. I will put you in for a wake-up call at 9am. We will have a large breakfast buffet in the dining room. Please help yourself before you depart.”
“Breakfast is my favorite meal. I wouldn’t miss it,” I tell her with a big smile.
As I’m about to head back to the room I hear raucous laughter to my left coming from outside on the patio. With the outside lamps illuminating the area I see a large group of our wedding guests outside I have a mini internal battle with whether or not to go out there to say hello to everyone. I shrug my shoulders and say “why the fuck not” to myself and go for it. I open the French doors and I’m greeted with a loud “Heeeeeyyyyyyy” from everyone.
“What’s up guys? Still partying it up?” I ask.
“We’re having a great time, didn’t want the night to end just yet. The reception was awesome!” Beth, our ring bearers’ mother tells me.
“We even had Beth’s mom pick up Julian to have him sleep over so we could stay,” her husband Bill tells me.
I’m elated at all of the positive things I’m hearing about how much everyone loved our wedding ceremony and reception.
“Wait a minute. Why aren’t you upstairs consummating your marriage?” I hear my coworker Marianne asking from the other side of the patio.
“Leave it to you of all people to ask that Marianne, and I took care of that already – twice.”
“I guess both of the Nowal kids are getting busy tonight,” my cousin Kelly’s boyfriend John mumbles under his breath but I hear it loud and clear.
“What d
oes that mean? My brother didn’t have a date.”
“He might not have brought a date to the wedding but he ended up with two of them in his room tonight,” Jeff tells me.
The small crowd erupts with laughter, hoots and hollers.
“Let’s just say two out of the four of your bridesmaids came with their significant others. The other two now have your brother.”
“Oh-My-God,” is all I can say.
With utter shock, and a bit of disgust now having that mental image in my head of my brother, I turn go back to my room.
JUST AS REQUESTED, we got our 9am wake-up call. We didn’t want to get out of bed, but it was worth it after our amazing sexual encounter on the bathroom counter in our room. Hand in hand we walk to the dining room for breakfast. I’m happy to see so many of our wedding guests as we enter. Some appear happy and well rested; others appear extremely hungover which to be honest makes me happy as well. We are seated in a quiet corner at a small table for two by the window looking out to the garden. We sit, holding hands with each other across the table. Our waitress arrives with two tall glasses of ice water and our own carafe of hot coffee for the table. When you can get your own pitcher of hot coffee without having to ask you know it’s going to be a good day. While we enjoy our eggs, pancakes and fresh fruit multiple people stop by our table to extend their well wishes to us. After all of the stress of finding vendors, dress fittings, picking out flowers, saving money for all of it hearing that people enjoyed themselves makes it all worth it.
Standing up from our table to leave we hear our names being called out. We turn to see our flower girl Rory’s parents, Sonia and Donald approaching us.
“Hi guys. We just wanted to stop over real quick and tell you what a truly wonderful time we had last night. We have been to a lot of weddings and this one ranks right at the top,” Sonia gushes to us.