“I know it’s probably going to take a while before you accept me Sally but I am willing to wait,” Sara told the woman earnestly. “I hope in time, we can be friends.”
“My dear, I hope in time, we can be more than that,” Sally said with a smile. “My son loves you no matter what happened and if he has forgiven you, who am I not to?”
Sara settled back against her chair, a smile of relief on her lips. She had crossed this hurdle; the only thing left now was to convince David that she was not going anywhere.
They had lunch and Sally took her into the garden to show her some prize roses she had planted. She spent the afternoon with David‘s parents and the feeling of discomfort and uncertainty she had felt when she came had slowly melted away.
She got home at a quarter to three and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. With a quiet resolution she went to work. The kitchen had her mother’s stamp on it and she realized it was time to redecorate. She was not coming back and they need to move on. The first thing that had to go was the tablecloth that she had never liked in the first place; rummaging around in the linen closet she got out a plain linen tablecloth to replace it. Then she went to work taking down all the artwork that was on the wall and put up some murals she had acquired while she was away. With great satisfaction, she looked around the kitchen and living room and noticed the vast difference.
The phone rang just as she was about to make some dinner. It was David. “Hey you,” his voice sent shivers down her spine.
“Hi,” she said softly, sitting down on the stool and cradling the phone at her ear.
“I heard you went to see my parents,” he teased. “Were you asking for my hand in marriage?”
“They told you,” Sara said resigned. “Maybe I should have, would you have said yes?”
“Are you asking?”
“If you’ll say yes I would,” she told him seriously.
“Sara what are you doing to me?” he asked her hoarsely.
“Maybe the same thing you’re doing to me,” she told him huskily.
“I can’t wait to see you,” he muttered before hanging up. Sara sat there with the phone in her hand. She couldn’t wait to see him either.
Chapter 7
He took her out to dinner. The restaurant was new and fancy and it had opened after she had left. She had dressed in an outfit courtesy of her modeling days; a rose colored satin dress flared at the waist and did not reach her knees. The shoulders were bare and made her slim neck appeared even longer. Her face was made up to perfection and looked flawless; she had on rose lip gloss. Gold earrings dangled at her lobes and she had on matching bangles.
“It always amazes me to see how beautiful you are,” her father said with a shake of his head. It was Saturday night and he had come home and eaten and went straight to his comfortable chair in front of the television. He had noticed the changes she had made in the house and had nodded his head in approval.
“Thanks Dad,” Sara gave him an air brush kiss.
“So I suppose I should not expect you home tonight?” he asked her gruffly, patting her bare arm.
“I don’t think so,” Sara said with a small uncomfortable smile.
“My dear, you have nothing to be embarrassed about; you’re a grown woman and that man has been in love with you all his life,” his eyes were twinkling.
“Thanks Dad, you’re the best.” She told him softly. She just knew he was going to fall asleep right in front of the television; like he always did.
Just then there was a knock on the door and for a minute she felt nervous; like a teenager out on her first date.
“Have a good time,” Deacon Williams waved her away.
“Goodnight Dad, don’t fall asleep in front of the T.V.” she warned him.
He smiled at her and she went to open the door to admit David. He looked stunningly handsome in a dark blue jacket suit and light blue shirt with a red and blue striped tie. He stood there staring at her, his breath caught in his throat. “You take my breath away,” he murmured throatily.
“Take care of my daughter David,” her father called out from the hall.
“Always sir,” he called back with a grin. Taking her arm he led her outside. A shiny black BMW was parked outside and Sara turned to look at him. “You have a car.”
“I have a car,” he told her teasingly, opening the passenger side for her to get in.
“With bucket seats as well,” she murmured, running her hand over the seat.
“Mom shamed me into buying it,” he admitted wryly, starting the car, the engine purring.”She said one day I will be going on dates and no woman in their right mind will want to go out in the truck I use to transport fruits and vegetables in.”
Sara laughed; leaning back against the headrest. “She was right.”
“How are you?” he asked her softly, sending a quick glance her way.
“I am well on the way to recovery,” she told him.
“I am glad,” he told her; turning his concentration back on the road.
The restaurant had just a few people already seated and dining and they were shown to a corner booth and given menu cards.
Sara perused the menu and her eyes widened at the prices – even the simplest thing was expensive.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned her; reading her expression correctly.
“What?” she asked defensively; putting aside her menu.
“Order what you want Sara, I can afford it,” he told her dryly. “Don’t worry, we won’t be asked to wash and dry dishes,” he added teasingly.
Sara gave a shrug then she burst out laughing. “You’re going to regret telling me that,” she told him. She stopped, caught by the expression on his face. “What?”
“I had forgotten how much your laughter lights up your face,” he murmured. “You’re incredibly beautiful, do you know that?”
“Thanks David,” she reached for his hand on the table and squeezed it gently. “Thanks for another chance.”
“You’re welcome,” he said huskily.
Sara ordered the deep fried lobster and tossed vegetables and David had the lobster in lemon juice and sweet potatoes. They talked and he told her that this was one of the restaurants he supplied to; so he gets a special discount.
They finished off with wine and chocolate mousse that had her mouth watering. They left shortly after and Sara found her heart hammering again; which was ridiculous because this was David, fancy clothes aside, this was her David that she had known and who had taken her virginity all those years ago; the same David she had made love with several nights ago.
He took her wrap as soon as they were inside. “Want something to drink?” he asked her, his hands still lingering on her shoulders.
Sara shook her head no and turned around to face him. “I want you,” she told him bluntly. She had stepped out of her rose colored heels and had to look up at him.
David stared at her; he had gone still. Then he pulled her against him. “I kept telling myself it was no use dreaming of her, she is way out of you league, she was too beautiful; she deserves some rich executive, who could give her anything she wanted. I spent the years after you had gone, killing myself to become that rich executive and would one day claim you and prove that I was man enough to keep you. Ironically, I managed to amass a comfortable living but I did not want to be an executive; I hate the suits and offices make me claustrophobic. I love you and I hope it’s enough for you.” He bent his head, his breath stirring against her lips, and then he took hers slowly, deliberately, his tongue touching hers, playing with hers. But Sara wanted more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her body closer to his; capturing his tongue with hers. He groaned inside her mouth, his arms tightening around her small waist. He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and slid it down; Sara pulled away from him and stepped out of the dress.
“I was wondering all night what you had on underneath that dress,” he said ruefully, his hand reac
hing out to touch her small round breasts. Her panties were so minute that it showed much more than it hid. He lifted her and carried her up to the bedroom, placing her on the bed. He quickly took off his clothes and Sara found herself staring at his aroused penis; and as he climbed back on the bed she reached for it; running her hand up and down its length.
“Sara,” he murmured huskily, hovering over her. He bent his head and put his mouth on one of her breasts; circling the nipple with his tongue. Sara gasped and arched her back; she had let go of his erection and had dug her hands in his dark hair. He moved to give the other one his full attention. By this time, Sara was moving restlessly under him; the pressure building up inside her.
“David please,” she gasped, almost pulling his hair from the root. He released her breast and came over her, going down the length of her stomach to her pubic area. “No,” she muttered, uttering a sharp cry as his tongue touched her before plunging inside, working deep inside her, savoring her essence. Sara was almost hysterical with need and she begged him to take her.
He knelt over her and guided his erection inside her wet warmth. She closed around him like a vice and with a deep moan he started moving inside her. Sara wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands reaching up to clasp his neck. “I love you,” she cried out.
He went still and Sara looked at him in confusion. “Say it again,” he demanded hoarsely.
“I love you,” she repeated hoarsely.
“You’ve never said that to me before,” he told her softly. “Tell me again, please”
“I love you David Graham,” she kissed him softly on his lips. His penis was pulsing inside her and she felt as if she could stay that way forever. “I love you.”
With a shudder, he took her lips roughly, his hips moving rapidly against hers. She matched his thrusts with hers, her body on fire for him. She wanted more, so much more of him; she could not get enough. He gave her all of him, not holding back; he held her to him; not wanting to let go as he showed her with his body what he was afraid to say with his voice. They came together, their cries mingling together inside the room. David shuddered with the magnitude of his pleasure and even when he had emptied himself inside her, he could not stop, could not let her go.
Sara combed her fingers through his soft dark hair as he rested his forehead on hers; trying to control his breathing. “I can’t move,” he told her softly.
“I don’t want you to,” she murmured.
“Good, I don’t want to either,” he sighed.
“When are you going to make a decent woman out of me?” she asked him casually as he rained soft kisses on her cheek. She felt the stiffening of his body and she knew she had caught him off guard. He had told her he loved her but she knew as far as asking her to marry him; she would have to bring that up.
“What are you saying?” he whispered, his head rearing up to look at her.
“I am saying that I love you and I want to be your wife David.” She held his face with both her hands. “I am saying that I want us to live together as husband and wife.”
He took a deep shuddering breath. “Are you sure?” he asked her, his eyes intense. “When we do this, there is no turning back Sara, no saying to me that you want to go and explore; I won’t let you go again without me, so are you sure?”
“I am absolutely sure,” she told him with a smile; one hand caressing his strong jaw and the growth of dark hair there. “It took me leaving you to know that there is not and never will be another man for me but you and I want to stay here with you and be your wife.”
“I have waited so long to hear you say that,” he muttered. “I love you so much Sara that I don’t know how to behave around you sometimes. I am vulnerable around you and I want you to be my wife baby.”
She captured his mouth with hers; her tongue touching his and inviting his touch. David sighed with pleasure and deepened the kiss; his mouth moving over hers slowly. He felt himself hardening inside her and he started moving slowly, one hand reaching down to cup her hip; guiding her against him as she moved, taking as well as giving.
He continued kissing her even when he had emptied himself inside her; waiting for her to reach her peak and when she did, he captured her cries inside his mouth; his body moving against hers in unison. They fell asleep shortly after and woke up at about a quarter to eleven, still in each other’s arms.
“How about two weeks from now?” he asked her lazily, they had reversed positions and she was lying on top of him while he gently ran a hand down her back.
“Are you kidding me, David Graham?” she asked him, lifting her head to look at him.
“Too long?” he teased her, lifting his head to nip her chin with his teeth.
“Try again,” she told him darkly.
“Three weeks,” he murmured. “Three weeks, Sara,” he reiterated as she made about to protest. “I am not waiting any longer.”
Sara looked at the determined expression on his face and smiled in acceptance. “Three weeks it is, I’ll try and work my miracle.”
“Nothing big,” he told her.
“Good luck with that,” she informed him. “Our church family will all expect to be at our wedding darling and who are we to say no?”
“Say it again,” he murmured huskily.
“What?” she stared at him puzzled.
“Darling,” he clarified.
“My darling, my love,” she murmured, staring into his eyes.
With a broken sigh he brought her head down to his and claimed her lips in a devastatingly tender kiss.
*****
He took her home the next morning and came in with her. She was going to get ready for church while he spoke with her father; he was already dressed for church.
“Hi Dad,” she kissed her father on the cheek as he came in the living room to greet them. He was still in his bathrobe and had on his socks and slippers which meant he was in the process of getting ready for church.
She hurried upstairs to put on her church clothes, she had already showered at David’s. She smiled as she remembered how long the shower had taken because in between they had made love several times.
With a frown of concentration she opened her closet door; looking for something suitable. David had told her that he was going to ask pastor to announce their upcoming nuptials at church today and he had called his parents and given them the good news. Sara had made sure and called Callie and told her that she expected her to be her maid of honor. Her friend had squealed loud in her excitement and had told her it was about time.
She decided on a pale green figure hugging dress with a slim hem. It had small cap sleeves and the fabric was soft and clingy. She added white accessories and white heels with a minimum amount of make-up.
There was a knock on the door and she turned to see her father framed in the doorway. He was already dressed and had his Bible in his hand. “I am ready now dad,” she told him, picking up her white clutch from the dressing table.
“I have just been told the good news,” he told her, his eyes glistening with tears. “I am a very proud father, my dear and could not ask for a better son. That young man is going to make you a fine husband.”
“Thanks Dad, I know,” she reached up and fixed his tie. “I just want you to know I have no intention of leaving again and I won’t leave you alone.”
“I know that my dear,” he told her with a smile. “Now let’s go down before your young man gets impatient.” He took her arm and they walked downstairs together.
David stared at the picture she made as she approached him. “I never can get over how incredibly beautiful you are,” he whispered as he took her hand in his. He was driving his car and her father was going to go in his.
“You had better not,” Sara whispered back, as she tightened her hand in his. She could not believe how happy she was and could not help comparing today to that Sunday several months ago when she had just came back and was going to church; how lost she had been. Now she was about to get marrie
d to the man of her dreams and she had to thank God for that.
*****
There was a flurry of excitement when their wedding was announced at church. David had insisted she sit beside him up front and Pastor Phillips had bid them to come up to the altar while he prayed God’s blessing on their union.
There were so many well wishers coming over to congratulate them and asked what the arrangement was. David’s mother had pulled her aside and gave her a quick hug. “You have made my son very happy my dear,” she smiled. “And I expect a few grandchildren later on,” she grinned.
Sara blushed and hugged her. “Thanks for your forgiveness.”
“Nothing to it,” Sally linked her hand through hers. “Now about the catering…”
Callie came over as soon as she had finished discussing the catering with Sally who offered to stand the cost and deal with the whole aspect of it and had waved away Sara’s protests. “My only child is getting married, it’s the least I can do,” she had told her.
“You expect to plan a wedding in three weeks?” Callie demanded, dragging her away from David, who had pulled her in beside him as soon as she had finished talking to his mother. “What world are you living in?”
“It can be done,” Sara told her firmly, “We will be looking for the dresses tomorrow and Sister McLean and Sis. Bryan has offered to decorate the church. The reception will be in the church hall. We do not want a big wedding Callie; we just want to start our lives together and we want to do it properly.”
“Okay, fine,” Callie said resignedly. “Pick me up in the morning. I will take Benjamin over to Paul’s mother's for the day and I expect a huge lunch,” the girl warned.
“You will get nothing less,” Sara grinned at her.
“Congratulations girl, I am so happy for you.” She hugged Sara tightly before going over to her husband.
“Hey you,” David came up behind her and pull her back into his arms. “I have something for you.”
“What is it?” she asked him curiously, turning around in his arms.
“You’ll see,” he told her mysteriously.
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