Laurel’s lips were liquid magic and he quickly found himself lost in the moment as he devoured her neck and squeezed her ass at the same time.
She somehow maneuvered herself out of his embrace, even in her inebriated state. “We are so not doing the bent-over-a-sofa routine. Take me upstairs and fuck me properly.”
Will followed her up the stairs as she discarded pieces of clothing along the way. By the time they reached the bedroom, she only wore a scarlet La Perla thong and a smile as turned to face him.
“Do you plan to take off your clothes? Last time I checked, I can’t make love to you if you’re wearing your jeans.”
“Yeah, of course,” he stammered before he begin to strip out of his clothes. His dress shoes were tossed into the corner along with nylon socks before he took off his jacket, dress shirt and slacks.
Laurel sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread open as he strode towards her. She caressed his chest before her fingers scraped lightly down to his belly. Her simple actions made him harder than he’d been in a long time. She kissed his stomach before her tongue dipped into his belly button.
Her hand surrounded his shaft and caressed his gently yet with enough pressure for him to feel like a teenage boy in need of relief. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted her lips wrapped around his dick, he’d rather please her and then give it to her nice and slow before he really took her on a rollercoaster ride of pleasure.
Will knelt down in front of her, which forced her to let go of his cock, and he pulled off her lace thong. She was there, exposed and ready for him. Laurel was one of the few women he’d seen whose pussy was bald. She didn’t even had a landing strip. Her genitalia was completely exposed to him.
There was something extremely erotic about her being completely nude before him and she possessed no shame about her body.
Will leaned toward her and breathed in her musky scent buried beneath the expensive perfume and body wash she used. In fact her whole body was perfect for him even if she wasn’t. He parted her plump lips with his thumbs and licked her clit as she breathed deeply. His eyes wandered up to her face and her eyes looked down at him as she caressed her breasts with her fingers.
His mouth surrounded her hard nub as he slid two fingers inside her and caressed her G-spot. Her pussy was like a vacuum that caressed and clamped around his fingers and he realized why he liked making love to her. There were men who couldn’t control their anal muscles as well as she did her kegel muscles.
Far from being a whore, she was experienced, and that was refreshing. There was none of that “deer in headlights” from her. She was completely comfortable with her sexuality and that is what made her so attractive to him.
Will brought her to an orgasm though not an earth shattering one. He wanted to save that for later when he was buried deep inside of her.
As he stood off his knees, she pushed herself further on the bed and she rolled over onto her side as he laid behind her and brought her leg to rest on his own leg as he thrust into her slippery wet pussy from behind. She felt like liquid heaven and he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his pace to match hers as she held him inside her like a vice.
She turned toward him and his lips found her own as he continued to fuck her slow and precise strokes that caressed every part of her. His fingers wandered down to her pebbly hard nipples and squeezed them as she moaned into his mouth.
He realized he was finally home even if it wasn’t exactly the future he envisioned. However, every time he looked into her gorgeous eyes, he knew they were meant to be together.
Laurel rolled on her stomach and he slipped out of her as she got on all fours. “Come on, baby, fuck me any way you want. My body belongs to you.”
Instead of that sounding creepy, it was actually a turn on. He was behind her before he realized it. Her ass was perfect and her asshole was lovely and still tight but he wanted to fuck her only inside that warm cunt that felt so fucking good against his cock.
He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock back inside her as she breathed heavily. Her moans were soft whimpers, and he knew she was close to coming soon; his dick hit that spongy tissue of her G-spot. She thrust her ass against him as he continued to pump his hard cock into her over and over, faster and faster until he could feel his own balls tighten and he withdrew and came all over her back in thick, creamy spurts.
Will wasn’t worried about pregnancy but he did have this fantasy of licking his cum off her body.
He started at the “tramp stamp” tattoo—the only ink she had on her body—and worked his way up her gorgeous back. She still breathed hard as he reached his fingers between her splayed legs and caressed her clit as he lapped up every bit of his cum off her. Afterwards, he kissed her back before she turned around and faced him.
Laurel’s greedy mouth seized his own and they devoured one another, all tongues, teeth and lips as the salty-sweetness of his spunk filled her mouth. She licked on his tongue as he brought her to another orgasm with his fingers pressed against her clit alone.
“I love you,” she said as they reluctantly parted and he continued to kiss her neck and collarbone.
“I love you too.” His voice was mumbled as he caressed her breasts before his mouth grabbed a hold of a nipple and suckled on it greedily.
“And it’s not just what you do for me in bed. I love your mind, your heart, your soul, your group…everything that makes you…you.” She pulled his face toward hers. “I adore you and think you are the best part of my life. You’ve saved me in so many ways and I want you to know that I won’t ever take you for granted.”
“I never thought you would.” These kind of declarations of love weren’t his strong forte but he would do his best. “You are the reason why I work so hard because I know you support me whole-heartedly and you appreciate what I do. I don’t think I can ask for much more than that. Every day, I think this was the way it was always supposed to be; I no longer wonder why I’d been so excited to board that yacht to play for Syd’s birthday. I knew here,” he said patting his heart with his free hand, “that I would meet my soul mate. I never believed but now I curse myself for doubting such a thing exists because she’s staring right back at me.”
Laurel smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. “You fucking bastard, you’re not supposed to have me balling my eyes out. Tell me the room in your heart is there for me and I won’t ever leave you…not for anything.”
“There’s always been enough room in my heart for you, baby. I just didn’t realize I had it because it was just an empty chamber that caused me pain and self-disgust. But we aren’t our pasts and I can finally accept that. I’m not nothing because I belong to you and there is a huge space in my heart that was meant for you and you alone.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t want a big wedding. I just want you to do one thing…marry me tomorrow before the New Year’s Eve concert. Please?”
Will had a million errands to run but his calendar was free now that he was with the woman he loved. “Fuck yeah. New Year’s Eve is a great day to marry you…my drop-dead gorgeous sexy bitch. ”
She laughed out loud before kissing his delectable mouth. “You sure do know how to sweet talk a woman.”
“About that dirty rice…” he trailed off.
“Fuck it, we can eat it some other time. I’d rather dine on that delicious cock of yours…but give me a half an hour to recuperate first from our last fuck session.”
Laurel embraced him and lay her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her naked body as close to his as possible.
Chapter Nineteen
Laurel
THE FOLLOWING DAY, Will and I gathered at The Little White Chapel with my parents, his parents and his siblings—who’d flown in on a red-eye flight—Grant, and Sasha.
Grant was the best man and Sasha was the maid of honor.
I wore a simple ivory silk dress which barely fell below my knees and a pair of matching Yves Saint Laurent five
-inch heels.
My sister helped me put my hair up in a pretty chignon while I did my make up with shaky fingers.
She stood next to me and grabbed my hand. “Listen, I’m sorry. I know it won’t erase the shitty move I tried to pull and I know we’re always going to fight like cats and dogs but I need you to forgive me for my reckless behavior.”
I turned toward her. “Sweetie, I forgave you a long time ago. Can you forgive me for not being perfect? I’m sorry I couldn’t follow in your footsteps. I apologize for being a selfish, shitty sister who only cared about having a good time. I was so…shallow and I don’t want us to have an acrimonious relationship. I hate it. I just want it to be like it was when we were kids before teenage hormones ruined everything between us.”
Sasha tried to stop the tears in her eyes before I embraced her and kissed her forehead. “You’re still my older sister and I love you so much. Thank you for being here for this occasion.”
There was a knock at the door and Grant walked in before he closed the door. “We gotta get this show on the road. There’s another wedding after you two and both Will and I have to get to Vogue Hotel and Casino. There’s a run-through for tonight. Did I mention you two are supposed to be there too?”
Sasha gazed at me, and rolled her eyes before we both laughed out loud.
Of course, she had to out-do me, even at my own wedding. Her maid of honor dress was magenta silk overlaid with lace and a pair of magenta and black Christian Louboutin four-inch heels. Her hair was also up and her makeup understated yet perfect for the occasion.
“Let’s do this. You know when to come out, right? Dad is right outside the door and when the cheesy music begins to play then you meet up with him and he walks you down the aisle. Now Grant and I have to have a lavish, over the top million-dollar wedding just to scrub the whole distaste from you and Will getting married at a common Vegas chapel on New Year’s Eve. Mom was scared to sit down—can you imagine?”
“Actually, I can.”
Sasha touched my cheek softly before she turned and left.
The door closed behind her and I looked in the mirror one more time. I looked beautiful and I could do this. It was no sweat and I was marrying the man I loved with all my heart and soul.
I balled my hands into fists and then released them quickly. All the tension left my body and I instantly felt better.
The music began to play and I walked toward the door and opened it.
I couldn’t get to my father fast enough. I couldn’t wait for him to walk me down the aisle and hand me over to Will. How could I be nervous about marrying him when he was all I wanted?
By the time I joined arms with my father, he stared at me and smiled brightly. He reminded me of an older version Will with his silver-blond hair and sky-blue eyes, tall build and lean frame. He was still in great shape in his mid-fifties.
My mother looked uncomfortable next to Will’s family in her expensive cherry-red Chanel suit and matching three inch heels. She reminded me of an ethnic-looking Anna Wintour; her perfectly styled chocolate-brown bob was perfectly coiffed, she wore expensive Dior sunglasses indoors, hiding the disapproval in her amber brown eyes and although her honey-colored skin glowed and made her look much younger than her fifty years, she had one of those ageless appearances.
My parents were “perfect on paper” but it was living with them that had been the hard part.
Although Will came from a respectable family, they weren’t “our kind”; moneyed, high-society or East Coast. It didn’t matter how much money Will was worth now.
“New money,” my mother would sneer as if we were still living in the dark ages and one generation from being upper middle-class was too close to the proletariat, or “commoners.”
I smiled at her brightly and she looked away quickly before she shook her head sadly.
My father and I finally reached the altar; he glared at Will coldly and whispered to my fiancé, “You break my daughter’s heart and I’ll slice your pansy cock off.”
Will stared back in return before he said in a low voice, “I would never do that, sir. Laurel is my life.”
“You better damn well mean that. Remember, she’s half Viking and I’m a full blood—I’m not afraid to spill a little common, Celtic blood. We did it for centuries…remember that when the urge to leave my daughter for a man enters your mind.”
“Papa!” I exclaimed quietly. “Stop it this instant.”
My father smirked before he stepped back and the minister who married us was pleasant enough. I just wanted him to hurry up and from the way he spoke, he worried our wedding would clash with the one following it.
“With the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I declare you two husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Will wrapped me in his arms and kissed me deeply, tongue included and I grabbed the back of his head as I felt the heat of our union as much as he did.
My mother cleared her throat loudly and we realized we weren’t alone.
We stopped our public display of affection and kissed chastely on the lips again before there was a modest amount of clapping.
There were two limousines waiting outside, one for our family and the other for the four of us who were all due at Vogue Hotel and Casino.
I bid good bye to my parents and Will did the same. The reception would be held on New Year’s Day where the whole band and our friends would be attending. Rory insisted it be at Vogue Hotel and Casino therefore my mother wouldn’t be such an uptight bitch since Syd’s mother and grandfather would be there. We would have a fair share of attendants from our crowd and social circle to commiserate and satisfy her craving for “her kind of people.”
“I hope you’re happy now.” Mother didn’t bother to remove her oversized, chic sunglasses. “At least you’re married and you won’t be spreading your legs for every man who wants a piece. Have a good night at your New Year’s Eve party.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
She pecked my cheek quickly before my father led her into the limo and we walked to ours where the paparazzi was gathered and busy snapping as many photos as they could. We ignored them and didn’t answer any questions from them as Sasha politely explained there would be a small press conference the following day.
“Thanks. Ugh, they drive me crazy.” I sighed and settled in next to Will in the limo.
“It’s my job.” Sasha smiled slightly. “Mom will come around. She’s always been a bit hard to please. You know that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I AM SO fuckin’ pissed at you! You invite your family but I’m your best friend and you were in my wedding. What the fuck was that? You get married and I don’t even get to witness it? That’s not fair, Laurel.”
I stopped photographing sexy, neo-soul star Damian Phillips, who happened to be a tall drink of water with wheat blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes who rehearsed on the stage. Syd was genuinely pissed because her eyes had gone almost completely gray and although she looked gorgeous in a pair of blue skinny jeans and a scarlet vicuña sweater, her anger outweighed pretty much everything else right now, including my ability to photograph.
“Are you serious? I just wanted to get it over with and we barely managed to get everything done in time. It was a quickie but we’re having a lavish reception here tomorrow. The hotel’s paying so free booze and all our friends and family will be attending, you included.” I picked up my camera and began to take a few more photos of Damian Phillips.
She crossed her arms against her chest. “That’s not the same thing and you know it. I understand your parents are in town but I also know your mother is a bitch on wheels. I could have been there for you—”
“She would have fainted if she glimpsed a tattoo, Syd. The woman is beyond a social snob. She’s got some kind of allergy to people who don’t make Fortune and Forbes yearly social register, also known as the ‘net worth’ issues for those magazines. I try not to subject
my real friends to her more than necessary. She’s gotten worse over the years.”
“I find that hard to believe.” My best friend reached into her oversized Louis Vuitton hobo bag and pulled out a flask. “It’s Grey Goose. You want some?”
“Hell yes.” I grabbed it from her hands, opened the container and took a long swallow. “I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through the day without not wanting to attack Will.”
“Hey, you two can fuck tonight after the concert. He’s not going anywhere.”
“True.”
We both looked at one another and laughed out loud. Syd finished the vodka in the flask. “Fuck, they don’t hold much, do they? Looks like I am gonna have to go get us some real drinks. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
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