by Penny Blush
I took my future wife in my arms and slow danced with her in the moonlight streaming into the kitchen.
We didn’t speak just slow danced. Swaying in each other’s arms locked in a loving embrace with her head resting over my heart.
“Happy Birthday Baby Girl,” I whispered kissing the top of her head. “Did you have a good day?”
“Umm-humm,” she sighed. “I had the best day and the very best birthday. Thank you for my party.”
“I have a birthday present for you I just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone.”
“Baby, you didn’t have to get me anything. My party and my beautiful engagement ring was more than enough,”
“This one is a little dorky,” I said, starting to second guess myself. Everyone had gotten Hedge the most amazing thoughtful gifts. I began to worry that mine would seem lame. “You probably won’t like it. I don’t know what I was thinking, actually.”
“Baby, I’m sure I will love it,” she said taking my face in her hands, “will you show me?”
“Okay, go wait in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”
I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and ran downstairs to the shop, returning with the gift I had hidden in my private tattoo room.
I had spent hours working on the tattoo design that I had been thinking about for the past year. I hope that Hedge would like it.
I had been racking my brain forever trying to come up with the perfect birthday present. I even asked Cass and Tabby for help, but after spending an afternoon with them, otherwise known as ‘the three hours of hell’, looking at engagement rings, I was left to my own devices for the gift.
I found the future Mrs Blue curled up in the middle of our bed. She was still wearing her dress but had kicked off her shoes. Her hair was fanned out on the pillows. Poor Baby must be all tuckered out between the spa day and the party she must have been utterly exhausted that she had fallen asleep.
Hedge looked so beautiful and at peace as she slept that it made my chest ache. I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and take a picture. A smile was raising the corner of her mouth at the sound of the shutter. I placed the phone and the file on the bedside table, kicked off my shoes, lay down behind her gathering her to me. She laid her arm over mine and sighed contentedly.
“Baby Girl, we really should get you out of that dress.”
“But I like my dress,” she murmured.
“I know you do, but you will be more comfortable and be able to sleep better if you’re out of your lovely dress,” I explained kissing her cheek.
“You just want to get me naked,” she replied.
“Baby Girl, I always want you naked, but this time, I just want you to be comfortable.”
“And naked,” she giggled rolling over to kiss me. “Did you get it?”
“Get what?” I asked. Distracted by her kissing me and her dress riding up her leg and she slid her leg over mine until her knee rested on my hip.
“My birthday present silly.”
“Oh, right, it can wait until the morning,” I said wanting to keep kissing her.
“No, it’s still my birthday,” she begged. “Give it to me, and then you can give it to me,” she giggled again rocking her hips, grinding against me.
“Stop teasing me and I will,” I moaned.
“Yay!” she cried sitting up on her knees on the bed clapping her hands excitedly.
I didn’t say anything to her as I gave her the file marked Hedge. She opened the file, looking through the sheets of paper and drawings inside.
“Baby, these are beautiful but what is it?”
“It’s a tattoo design,” I said quietly, suddenly very nervous.
I have never been nervous showing someone one of my designs, but this was different, this was Hedge. The thought of her wearing one of my designs had me uncomfortably hard. I studied her face to see what she was thinking. I was more nervous about the tattoo than proposing!
“You designed a tattoo for me?” she asked.
“Yes, I wanted to give you something unique that was from me. It’s something I have been thinking about for a while. Do you like it?”
“Where would it go?” She asked spreading the design pages out on the bed.
“On your right side. It would run from just below your breast down your right side. Curving over your hip finishing about mid-thigh.”
“So, from here to here,” she knelt up on the bed running her hand down her side where I had dreamt of placing the tattoo. I nodded. “And would it be these colors?” She pointed to the colour version of the design that was a riot of blues, pinks, greens, and purples.
“The designs not locked in. I can make any changes you like.”
I was still looking for a sign of some type as to what she thought. She was still looking at the pages with the same concentration I had seen when she reviewed a report.
“Can we start now?” She asked finally looking up at me, her excitement making her eyes sparkle.
“So, you like it then?”
She threw herself at me wrapping her arms around my neck smothering my face in kisses. “Oh my God, Baby, it is beautiful I love it,” she squealed scrambling off the bed.
“Baby Girl, where are you going?” I laughed sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out catching her around the waist pulling her back to me.
“I’m going down to the shop so that you can get started, let’s go!”
“No, Hedge,” I laughed at her enthusiasm, “we can’t.”
“Why not?” she demanded.
“Because you have been drinking. Hell, I’ve been drinking. You know I won’t tattoo someone I know has been drinking. I definitely will not come anywhere near you with a tattoo gun when I have been drinking.”
“Damn you for being all responsible and stuff,” she grumbled, sounding disappointed.
“Baby Girl, I need to make sure that the design will line up correctly and see if any changes need to be made. I need to see if I have to make any adjustments so that I can be confident that it will flow with your gorgeous body properly,” I ran my hand along her body where I planned to place the design. “I want to make sure it is perfect,” I said kissing her neck.
“How do you do that?” She sighed tilting her head allowing me better access to her sensitive skin.
“Well, you need to be patient with me and allow me time.”
“Time for what?” She gasped as I cupped her breasts through her dress.
“Time to study every, single, luscious curve of your body,” I whispered in her ear.
“Please don’t let me disturb your artistic process,” she moaned as I ran my hand up her thigh.
“I think we should get started don’t you think?” She nodded. “Stand up Baby Girl.”
Gripping my thighs, she reluctantly stood with her back to me. Grabbing hold of the zipper on her dress my lips trailing soft kisses down the exposed skin of her spine as I slowly lowered the zip. The dress slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet.
“Baby Girl,” I gripped her hips.
“Yes, Baby.”
“Where are your panties?” I asked staring at her very naked ass.
“I forgot them,” She giggled. I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra because the back of the dress dipped low at the back.
“What do you mean that you ‘forgot’ them? Have you been completely naked under this dress all night?”
Looking over her shoulder, she gave me a naughty smile, “maybe.”
Chapter 20 Hedge
“It’s your fault you know.”
Memphis growled at me again which just made me laugh harder.
“How? How is it my fault that you had nothing on under your dress?” he asked incredulously.
“Well the stunning dress that you picked out for me dipped so low down at the back that there was no way that I could wear a bra.” I pointed to the beautiful dress pooled at my feet.
The back of the dress was open in a V, exposing my back
to hip-height. Even if I want to, I couldn’t wear a bra unless it was one of those suction cup ones and they do little to contain the girls. The material of the dress was so comfortably snug that my boobs weren’t in any danger of bouncing all over the place.
“Okay fine, but you could have at least worn some form of panties, a thong even.”
“Baby, the dress hugged my body so tightly, that it didn’t matter what underwear I had on, you could see the line of my panties.” I wiggled my ass a little just to tease him. “And yes, before you ask, I tried on every type of knickers I own.”
I’m not normally the kind of person to leave the house without any underwear on, but with the dress, Memphis picked out, I decided that I was safe. It was form-fitting but comfortable. Tea-length, so it hit me below the knee with a short slit at the side, so the chances of me accidentally flashing anyone where minimal.
Plus, when I decided that commando was the only way to go, I sat on my bed in front of the full-length mirror in every position imaginable to make sure that there wasn’t any gratuitous vjay-jay action.
Between my Jane Fonda lunging workout (to make sure that I didn’t flash anyone on the dance floor. And so that I could be confident that my boobs wouldn’t join the party) and then my Basic Instinct montage. I was convinced that all my naughty bits were well and truly securely contained.
“I didn’t want to ruin the beautiful lines of the dress. The dress that you picked out for me that was perfect. I wanted to look perfect for you.”
Memphis was quiet for a while, his hands on my hips, his thumbs massaging small circles on the small of my back. I sucked in a breath when I felt his lips on my skin, kissing his way down my spine. His beard adding another layer of sensation to my already overheated skin.
“You looked perfect. You looked perfect when you are all done up standing in front of me as I propose to you. You look perfect when you first wake up in the morning, your hair is a mess, and you have creases on your cheek from the pillow. You look perfect when you are all hot a sweaty from a run. You look perfect when you’re sitting on the couch reading. You look perfect when you are naked in my arms. You are perfect. You will always be perfect to me.”
Seriously, this man!
I don’t think I could have swooned any harder as he said those words to me while placing more feather soft kisses along my spine. I turned around in his arms to find Memphis had a weird look on his face.
“Baby what’s with the sad look on your face?” I asked looping my arms around his neck.
“I’m a little mad, to be honest,” he mumbled.
“Why are you mad?” I asked, softly combing my fingers through his hair.
“I’m mad that I didn’t know that you were naked this whole time,” he grumbled.
“Why would that make you mad?” I asked. “If you didn’t notice then, there is no way that anyone else noticed, and I sat very lady like the whole time.”
“I’m mad because I could have had you whenever I wanted. I’m mad that I could have pulled you into the shadows of the house at any time. Dragged that beautiful dress up your thighs and over your fantastic ass,” his hands skimmed over my skin as he spoke. “I could have had my hands on your body. I could have had my fingers inside you, teasing you, pleasuring you, making you cum.” He lightly ran his fingers down my stomach and over my mound just enough to tease but not enough to provide any relief. “I could have sunk to my knees in front of you,” his voice deepening as his hand run up the front of my thigh. “Or behind you,” he ran his hand over the back of my thigh playing with me. “Licking you, sucking you, eating you like a starving man. Fucking you with my fingers and tongue. I could have had my cock buried deep inside your amazing body. My cock that has been hard for you all night, ever since the moment I saw you looking like a goddess. My goddess. Baby Girl, I could have been fucking you all night.”
I moaned as his fingers teased me. I could feel the slickness of my need for him pooling between my legs. His fingers expertly worked me playing only with my outer lips. I needed his fingers inside me bringing me relief. I needed him to stop talking and fuck me. Memphis apparently wanted to keep talking, keep teasing me.
“But, I’m also glad that I didn’t know. Because if I did, I don’t think I would have gotten to propose, let alone to the birthday cake, without having a piece of you,” Memphis said his hands continuing to tease me. “I would have thrown you over my shoulder carried you away and had my way with you, and everyone would have known what was going on. Especially when they heard you screaming my name as you came.”
“Well,” I moaned as he pushed his knee between mine making me widen my stance, giving him greater access to my body. “I’m glad that you didn’t know because I loved, I loved,” I moaned again, “the… The cake,” I chuckled.
“Just the cake?” he asked raising an eyebrow in question, his fingers moving between my folds.
“I loved your proposal Baby, it was perfect,” I said brushing my thumb under his right blue eye, he sighed closing his eyes. His criminally long eyelashes skimmed across my thumb.
“I loved it, I love you, and I absolutely adore my ring Memphis, it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it before, where did the blue stone come from?” I asked holding my left hand up to admire the gorgeous setting once again.
“Not now,” he muttered.
“What? Why? Tell me,” I pressed. My focus momentarily on the ring he had given me when he asked me to be his wife and not what his hands were doing.
“Baby Girl, I can’t concentrate enough to discuss the ring right now,” he growled.
“Why not, what is there to concentrate on?” I asked again, slightly confused. “C’mon Memphis tell me, please. I want to know. The blue stone is just so uniquely beautiful.”
“Because your very naked boobs are in my face. My fingers are in your pussy, and all the blood that my brain requires to function normally is currently residing in my dick.”
I laughed, tilting his head back so that I could kiss him, “is that so?”
“Yes, it is, and it’s all your fault,” he grumbled. His hand moving between my thighs, still moving achingly slowly and nowhere near where I needed him to go.
“Are you blaming me again Baby?”
“Yes, because it is your fault. Baby Girl you really have to stop being so damn sexy,” he smirked. “Occasionally my brain needs that blood for other stuff.”
“Well now,” I kissed him again bringing my hands to his chest unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s see what we can do about your little predicament shall we.”
“Baby Girl, there is nothing little about it, and you know it,” He growled, smacking my ass and bringing his fingers that had been teasing me with his mouth sucking them in, licking them clean.
Watching Memphis licking my essence off his fingers is just as hot to watch as when he has his face buried between my legs. I bent down and kissed him smiling against his lips.
“I do Baby, I do. Now stand up.”
Memphis stood and looked down at me with such intensity. “I can’t wait until you officially say those words to me. ‘I do’ and officially become my wife.”
If I weren’t completely, madly, deeply in love with him, already I would have fallen right then and there at his words.
As it was, I think I just fell a little harder in love with him. Memphis Blue, my friend, my lover, my fiancé. The one person I trusted above all others, with my heart, body, and soul. He didn’t judge me because of my past, he accepted me and loved me unconditionally in spite of them.
On the inside, the super girly version of myself was gushing and swooning and blushing and giggling all while jumping up and down squealing that he loves me, he really, really loves me!
But outwardly, I just crushed my lips to his kissing him with everything I had.
“Baby, I don’t need a long engagement or a big wedding all I need is right here. In our apartment, in our bed, in my arms.” I kissed him again, getting lost in the
love I have for him. “Memphis in my heart you are already my husband we could go to the courthouse tomorrow and get married. But, I also can’t wait to stand up in front of our friends, family, and the world and say, ‘I do’ letting everyone know you’re mine, forever.”
“If you’re happy Baby Girl, then that makes me happy. If you want an enormous princess-style-wedding or if you just want to get married just us a celebrant, Jax, and Cass then I’m in. Whatever your heart desires.” Memphis brushed his lips against mine in a sweet, fleeting kiss. “All I want is for the world to know that you are mine now always and forever. Mrs Blue.”
Oh, God! Swoony-McSwoon-Town!
I had no idea how much of a turn on it would be having him call me Mrs Blue, claiming me as his for all eternity was.
I could feel myself becoming wetter and more turned on at his words. I reached up taking his face in my hands and kissed him, our tongues dancing. I let my hand slide down the wall of muscle that made up his chest and abdomen. Undoing his belt and his pants I shoved his pants and boxer briefs down, freeing his rock-hard cock. He moaned into my mouth as I took his hard length in my hand stroking him from base to tip.
Memphis cupped my ass in his hands, deepening the kiss. His hands explored my body as I continued stroking him, without breaking the kiss. Memphis put his hand over mine, using both our hands stroking his hard cock.
I could feel him getting harder, longer thicker with each stroke, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Our fingers squeezed and stroked him a few more times before he removed our hands, then he picked me up bridal style and laying me back on our bed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and could feel his muscles ripple and flex as he moved, our lips staying connected. We continued kissing, with me in his arms. Memphis placed one knee on the bed lowering us to the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his hips as his body settled against mine.
I could feel his hard length against me and dug my heels into his ass and flexed my hips trying to get him closer. I needed him closer. I needed to feel every single inch of him claiming me as his.
“Baby, make love to me,” I breathed.