by ME Carter
In the meantime, she sits in the box with Quincy and the other WAGS. She says it was uncomfortable at first, knowing that all the women in the box were wondering the same thing: did she sleep with their husband? Almost none of them had the balls to ask her, except one.
Santos’s wife, Mariana, finally built up the nerve to ask Tiffany about his “party favors.” When Tiffany told me about it after the game, she said it was a horrible conversation to have. She never felt so much guilt, but she answered Mariana’s questions honestly. Then she apologized and admitted that at the time, she wasn’t thinking about anyone but herself. Surprise of all surprises, Mariana hugged her and thanked Tiffany for telling her the truth.
Then Mariana went home, packed her stuff, and filed for divorce before the game was even over. Santos didn’t even know until he got home that night. It was tense in the locker room for a couple of months after Mariana left. Santos blamed Tiffany—hell, so did everyone else—but eventually he came to terms with the fact that he was the one who had cheated on her, not Tiffany. Tiffany played her part in it, but ultimately, if it hadn’t been Tiffany, it would have been someone else. Eventually enough time had passed that we could all start to move on.
Here we are, in Fiji on vacation.
As I watch her sleep, I stroke my hand up and down her naked thigh, and I keep thinking the same thing over and over: I’m the luckiest man alive. This amazing woman is all mine.
I drift into that place between awake and asleep, where memories are more vivid, remembering….
“Mm,” she says as I rub sunscreen on her lower back. “That feels really good. But shouldn’t I be rubbing this on you? You’re gonna turn into a lobster if you aren’t careful.”
She’s lying on a lounge chair on the beach, waves lapping the sand a few feet from us. Palm trees provide shade as the breeze moves the fronds back and forth.
“I reapplied while you were in the water. Plus my skin has gotten used to the sun over the years.
“Are you putting sunscreen on me or giving me a massage?”
“I got sidetracked by your ass.” I run my hands over her cheeks, which are barely covered by her red string bikini. I feel the vibrations deep in her chest as she chuckles.
“You don’t need any excuses to grab my ass, you know.” She rolls over so the rest of her bikini clad body is on display. I massage lotion into her stomach.
“I know. But this way I can pretend I have some self-control.” I reach for the tops of her breasts and rub when she bats at my hands. “Why are you pushing me away?” I say with a laugh. “I’ve seen them before.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “I know. And every time you have, you leave me hanging.” I laugh and work on her thighs. “If you want to keep yourself pure, you’d better stop pushing me to my limit, buddy. You may have self-control, but I don’t.”
“What if I don’t want to control myself anymore?” I ask in all seriousness, rubbing the same spot on her calf over and over as I assess her reaction. I wish I could see her eyes, not just the reflection off her sunglasses.
She swallows, and her legs twitch, like she is restraining herself from spreading them and taking me right here. It’s been a long year for her. As good as oral has been—and it’s been fucking fantastic—I know she misses sex. My girl has an amazing libido. And if she loves me as much as I love her, she won’t be missing out for much longer.
“Stop teasing me, Rowen. It’s not funny.”
“I’m not teasing you, babe. I’ve decided. I want you in every way I can have you. Every single one.” I move her foot off my lap and onto the lounge chair, reaching into the beach bag we brought down from the room.
“Rowen,” she pleads. “I get frustrated sometimes when we only do certain things. But really,” she says as she sits up on her lounger so our knees are touching. “I’m okay waiting. This is important to you. I don’t want you to blow it now.”
I flip open the top of a black velvet box.
Her breath hitches. “What is that?” she whispers, not taking her eyes off the ring inside.
“This,” I say, pulling it out of the box, “was my grandmother’s engagement ring. She wore it for fifty-seven years, until she passed away. I hope you’ll wear it for fifty-seven more.”
She moves her sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Tiffany, I love you,” I continue. “I love your brain. I love your beauty. I love your resting bitch face.” A giggle bursts out of her, and she quickly slaps a hand over her mouth. “I love your strength and your wit and your love of sports. I love that you work so hard at your job because you love it so much. I love your loyalty. I love your heart.”
“I… how did you get this ring?”
“My mam sent it to me a few weeks ago. When I told her I wanted to marry ye. Maimeó gave it to her a few months before she passed away, so I could give it ye.”
She looks up at me. “Your accent is coming out.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“Because I don’t want ye to think this is about sex.” I take her left hand in mine and slide the ring over the knuckle of her ring finger. “Even if I had to stay a virgin the rest of my life, I’d still want to marry you.” She looks from me to the ring on her finger. There are tears in her eyes.
“I want to marry you so badly, Rowen. I can hardly wait.” She launches herself into my arms, throwing us backward on the lounger. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she chants as she kisses me over and over.
I hold her tight, enjoying her affection until I can’t take it anymore. “Babe, I need you to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in a bathing suit on a public beach and you’re rubbing all over me in a string bikini.”
She laughs and pulls away. “Sorry.” She sits back on her chair, looking at the ring again. She admires it, and I admire her. “When should we get married?”
I clear my throat before speaking. “Tonight.”
“Tonight.” She freezes. “With no guests.”
“I thought about what you might like. After everything that’s happened, I figured you’d want to stay out of the limelight for this, so I set a few things in motion. But only if you want to,” I tack on quickly.
She watches the ocean, twitching her nose like she does when she’s thinking. “A couple of years ago, I would have wanted a big wedding. With my mom and our friends and me being the center of attention. But something changed when that picture came out. I don’t ever want to be the center of attention again.” She looks at me. “I want our private moments to stay private.” She takes my hand and kisses my palm. “You know me better than I know myself sometimes, Rookie.”
“So we’re getting married tonight?” I ask.
She nods. “We’re getting married tonight.”
She rolls away from me on the bed, waking me from my half-sleep. The sun has sunk, and I know I should wake her for dinner.
Her bare back has faint tan lines. Her ass is a lighter shade of the same color. I can barely see the cleft between her legs peeking out. If I’m not careful, I’ll be waking her up for something besides dinner. Instead, I drift back into my haze of memories…
“I can’t believe you had all this planned.”
We walk hand in hand down the beach as husband and wife. The wedding photographer follows us and directs us every once in a while, depending on the lighting, but for the most part, he wants us to be candid.
“I wish I could take credit for it all, but I had a little help,” I admit, rubbing my thumb over her wedding ring.
“Really? Who?”
“My mam.”
Tiffany pulls me to a stop. “Your mother knows we got married?”
“She helped me set it all up.”
“She didn’t want to be here?”
I put my arms around my bride and turn her so we’re facing the sunset. “She wanted to, but I think she knew it was something we needed to do on our own.” I kiss h
er softly on her shoulder. “When I called her about the ring and told her I was going to propose to you, I happened to mention that I didn’t know if I could wait until we got back to marry you.”
I feel Tiffany smile as I nuzzle her neck. “I can’t believe she did all that.”
“Do you know those actors, um, Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott?”
“Who doesn’t?” she says sarcastically. “You think we have a relationship riddled with scandal. They’re in the news practically every other week with crazy shit happening.”
I chuckle. “They got married in Fiji a while back, just the two of them. My mam read all about it and said it was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen, and if she had to do it all over again, that’s the kind of wedding she’d have.”
“So we got married at the same place Tori and Dean did?” She turns in my arms and clasps her hands behind my neck.
“Hell no,” I say with a laugh. “That resort was way too expensive for us, but that’s where the idea came from.”
“I think it was really sweet of her. I especially liked the three-course meal in the private cabana. The decorations were beautiful.” She leans up and kisses me sweetly. “And that it was only us and a couple resort employees.” She kisses me again. “And that there were several white dresses waiting for me to choose from today.” Kiss. “And that there was a mani-pedi and hair person scheduled.” Kiss. “And I especially liked that couples massage we had this afternoon.” She kisses me even deeper. “But now I think it’s time for me to massage something else.”
I groan deep in my throat and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. After several minutes of a lewd make-out session that we’ll see pictures of later, courtesy of our photographer, we break way and catch our breath.
“Are you ready for me to de-flower you?” she asks with a grin. I smile back.
“I’ve been waiting my entire life.”
We say our goodnights to the photographer and return to our bungalow. She gives us a knowing smile as we walk away. Normally, I might be embarrassed by someone knowing what Tiffany and I are up to, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.
After we walk through the doors, I turn to close them. If I’m honest, I’m trying to keep my hands from shaking. I want this to be good for her. Will she compare me to the others?
No.
There is no place for them here. She is my wife. She is mine.
She stands next to the bed, her long dark hair flowing over one shoulder. She’s so fucking gorgeous, she takes my breath away. She also looks nervous.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I take two steps towards her and run my hands down her bare arms.
She gives me a shy smile. “It sounds crazy, I know, but I want this to be good for you.”
I smile in relief. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“You were?”
“Well yeah. I don’t….” I pause. I want to make sure I use the right words so I don’t ruin this moment. “I have almost no experience in this department, and I’ve been waiting a really long time for this.” A giggle escapes her. “I want the first time with you, the first time with my wife, to blow the lid off anything you’ve ever experienced. I want there to be no doubt in your mind we are going to have a long and very satisfying sex life.”
She kisses my palm and places my hand on her breast. “Rowen,” she says gently. “No one has ever made love to me.” My breath hitches, and I squeeze her breast. “I want to make love to my husband. And I want to make sure my husband is satisfied. Always.”
She leans up and kisses me, slowly at first but picking up intensity the more I explore her body. I move the shoulder straps aside and the dress slides down her body and falls to the floor.
“Oh my god, you’re so beautiful.” She stands before me in a white lacy strapless bra and panties. Her tan skin glows in the moonlight. She smiles and reaches for me. I let her take control as she guides me to pull my shirt over my head. Her fingers gently run down my chest and she leans in to lick one of my nipples, making me shiver. She kisses her way down my stomach before dropping to her knees.
“What are you doing, baby?” I ask, stroking her hair. She glances up at me through thick lashes and undoes my pants.
“I’m undressing my husband,” she responds and pulls my pants to the floor, taking my boxer briefs with it. My cock gets harder under her gaze. As much as I want her mouth on me, I want something else so much more.
“No way.” I pick her up off the floor and wrap her legs around me while kicking my pants aside. “Tonight I get to have you for the first time. We’re not wasting time with a blow job.”
“Did you just say a blow job is a waste of time?” she chides playfully as I lay her down on her back and lie on top of her.
“Not normally, but tonight is about us. Let me love you.”
Her bra and panties join the rest of our clothes on the floor. I’ve seen her naked before, but not like this. Not as mine completely.
I kiss her all over, loving every inch of her.
I’m so hard I feel like I could explode, but I’m determined that she come first. I spread her thighs and rub my nose on her clit, making her squirm. She runs her fingers through my hair as she waits for me to give her what she wants. Finally, I give in and run my tongue slowly across her pussy, tasting her. Loving her. I push two fingers inside her and listen as she moans. It makes me ever harder. I curl my fingers over and over while my tongue strokes her outer areas. Within seconds, her flavor begins to change and I hear the sounds I’m looking for.
“Roweeeeeeeen,” she moans and pulls my hair, arching her back as she comes. It’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, with the possible exception of seeing her say “I do.”
I kiss my way back up her body, wanting to make this last as long as possible all while wanting to be inside of her as soon as possible.
She stares into my eyes. “Are you ready?” she whispers to me.
“Are you?” I line my cock up with her opening and push gently, feeling her heat squeeze around me for the first time.
“Oh my fucking… uuuggghhh… You are never allowed to give me a blow job again. This is so much better.” I’m practically incoherent.
“Rowen,” she whispers, her breath catching. I realize she has tears in her eyes.
I immediately still. “What’s wrong, baby?” I kiss the tears sliding down her face. “Why are you crying?”
She tries hard to hold in a sob, but she can’t hide the emotion from me.
“Nothing’s wrong. Don’t stop,” she says and I start moving again. “I just never knew it could be like this. This… connection.”
“Oh, baby.” I smile at her. “This is what it’s supposed to be like.” I kiss her again. I kiss her while I thrust in and out of her, feeling her touch me everywhere. I kiss her while my orgasm builds.
“Tiff,” I groan. “I want you to come with me, but I don’t think… ohmygod… I don’t think….”
“Shh….” She takes my face in her hands. “We have forever to perfect the art of coming together.” She arches her back again and her eyes roll back as I continue to thrust. “Take me, Rowen. Take me harder. This time, it’s for you.”
I thrust harder, just like she says.
“Faster, baby. Hit it faster.”
I do as she says. I push harder and faster.
“Push up on your knees, Rowen,” she directs. “Take me, Rowen. Please, please, please take me.”
One last thrust with my knees under me is all it takes, and a groan like I’ve never heard before comes from deep in my chest, the nerve endings all over my body standing on end as my orgasm races through me. My cock pulses over and over as I spill into her. Into my wife, making her mine in a very primal way.
I slow and look into her eyes again, seeing the love shining in them. I don’t bother pulling out before kissing her again. This time it’s slow, loving kisses, the kisses of a couple w
ho have such a deep spiritual connection, they will never get enough of each other. The kisses of a couple who are madly in love. The kisses of a couple who shared an emotional experience no one else in the world will ever be privy to.
My dad was right. There’s nothing in the world like making love to your wife.
“What are you thinking about?” She startles me out of my thoughts when she rolls over.
“I didn’t know you were awake.”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” she says, the words muffled against my chest. “I was listening to you think.” I chuckle. “So what were you thinking about?”
I stroke her hair. “You. Me. Us. Last night.”
She kisses my chest. “Last night was good.”
“Mm,” I say in agreement. “All four times.”
She pulls back. “You were so worried you didn’t have enough experience to keep me satisfied that you forgot the one huge benefit to marrying a virgin.”
“What’s that?”
“You waited so long, you can go more rounds than anyone else I know.”
I smile. “I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
“You sure do,” she says, kissing me and rolling me on my back. “I think we can work on it right now.” She straddles me and rubs that beautiful pussy on my cock, making me hard almost instantly.
When she slides down onto me, we moan together. I make mental notes: the way her skin feels, the way her breath brushes my face when she kisses me, the way her back arches as she rides me.
My teammates may have seen the freckle on her nipple, her face when she comes, and may have tasted her, but they’ve never kissed her tears of joy the first time they were together. They’ve never felt her caress them as she takes possession of their body. They’ve never stared into her eyes and seen her soul split open, letting them inside to connect in a way she has never connected with another human being.