by Marie James
The beautiful tinkle of Lorali’s laugh makes me turn her in my arms so I can see what caused the reaction. I see Garrett holding Alexa hard against his body and chuckle myself at the strained look on his face.
I know your pain, man.
The gorgeous solitaire on Alexa’s left hand catches the light from the chandelier and sends fiery prisms around the room. We were all shocked when she showed up for a Labor Day cook-out with that rock on her hand. Even Lorali and Josie, who know her better than anyone, never guessed she would say yes. Answering the question is only half the challenge; now Garrett has to get her to the altar and it’s been a month and they have not even talked about a date yet.
Everything stemming around Garrett’s arrest two months ago has been settled and his record remains untarnished. He and Alexa have been collaborating on some type of spa retreat they plan to build east of Denver. The whole thing is very hush-hush but I get the feeling that it will require a very exclusive membership and some kinky predilections. To each their own, I guess.
Kaleb and Josie spin around the dance floor, pulling my attention from Alexa’s hand. They seem blissfully happy. Josie’s stomach has expanded just a tad more. She’s just a little over half way through her pregnancy and every report from the doctor has been great news. I smile down at Lorali and picture her stomach swollen with my child and it brings me pure joy. I. Can’t. Wait.
So much has happened over the last ten months. Garrett and I both found the loves of our life; a feat on its own considering our previous train of thought regarding relationships. Josie also found her partner and other half, a man I consider a close friend.
So much tragedy has also tried to tear us apart. First, Alexa’s shooting which snowballed all of the other events. Josie’s abduction was emotionally devastating to everyone. None of us wanted to give up hope in finding her alive, but nineteen days is an awful long time to go without considering it. Garrett’s arrest was enough to tear any small group apart and somehow we managed to battle through and come out mostly unscathed.
After we complete the customary tasks involved in every wedding reception: bouquet toss, garter throw, and cake cutting, I spend the rest of the evening on the dance floor with my amazing wife. I can’t even describe how light I feel now that I know that Lorali is mine for the rest of our lives. Totally cheesy, I get that, but never in my life have I felt this content. I vow to spend the rest of my life making sure she’s happy and completely spoiled, well to the extent she will allow.
***
After what feels like a hundred years, we are finally back home as our jet doesn’t take off for the Maldives until first thing in the morning.
“I have a gift for you,” Lorali smiles mischievously.
“Is that so?” I slide my tuxedo jacket off because I hope her gift includes us both being naked.
“Well, two actually,” she amends.
“Let’s get started then,” I tell her and begin to unbutton my shirt.
She laughs. “Not so fast Casanova.” She places her hand on the center of my chest to halt my undressing. “Have a seat.” She points to the seating area of our bedroom suite.
I oblige her even though I can think of nothing more than getting her out of her spectacular wedding dress.
I stalk her with my eyes as she disappears into the walk-in closet, only to return a minute later with a flat box wrapped in white, silver embossed paper with simple but elegant purple bow.
Please let it be kinky lingerie.
She hands it to me and bites her lip. She’s nervous it seems, which only piques my interest even more.
“I hope you like it,” she whispers as she releases her hand from the box. I watch her sit gingerly on the edge of the bed I, no doubt, will be taking her on very shortly. My cock is hard just at the anticipation of imagining what my bride would consider an appropriate wedding night gift.
I slowly untie the bow without breaking eye contact with her. She fidgets on her spot on the bed.
“Why are you nervous, Baby?” I tease her.
She gives me a bright smile but doesn’t answer me.
I turn my attention back to the box in my lap and pull the top of it off and fold away the purple tissue paper, revealing a black, leather-bound book. I nearly come in my pants when I flip the front cover open and see a picture of my beautiful wife wearing nothing but a long string of pearls, looking seductively into the camera.
“Lorali,” I gasp and run my fingers over the image of her flawless skin.
The picture is erotic without being pornographic. I run my finger over her delicate neck and trace the pearls down between her breasts. The picture cuts off right where I know her pert nipple starts. I lick my lips and envision my finger lightly teasing her hardened bud.
“There’s more,” she promises from across the room.
I don’t take my eyes from the book as I turn the page and groan at the sight before me. Lorali is strategically positioned so her breasts and the heaven between her legs don’t show, but she’s wrapped in the same veil she wore when she became my wife just a few short hours ago. I’m breathless.
It is then that I recognize the signature of Jody J placed stealthily in the corner. This knowledge doesn’t make things any easier in my pants. Not only am I now picturing her naked but I can also taste her on my lips. Jody J is the spectacular artist who took the pictures for the private showing I enticed Lorali with on our first official date. I somehow managed to seduce her into letting me slide my fingers in to the beautiful pussy of hers and lick her essence off of her neck. My cock is throbbing.
I groan and look up at her because I know where this is going. Just like the Orchid showcase we attended back in January, I anticipate these pictures gaining speed and increasing in seductiveness with each turn of the page. I don’t know if the zipper holding my erection back will be able to tolerate the strain; the tux is Armani so hopefully the workmanship is top notch.
I close my eyes and turn the page, waiting a few breaths before opening them again. Two things happen at once. First, I start to drool at the sight of my wife standing in nothing but a pair of purple stilettos, facing out over the skyline of Denver. I trace her gorgeous naked back and down her toned thighs with a shaky finger.
Secondly, I smirk when I realize she’s had this picture taken in my office at work. This sneaky minx managed to fly under the radar and have boudoir pictures taken in my place of business. The same place I hold business meetings and try to woo other business men into my way of thinking as well as the same office where I’ve had to fire and take the upper hand of a situation countless times before. Now, when I walk in here the only thing I’ll be able to picture is my naked wife in fuck-me heels. I’ll have to remember to thank Susan who undoubtedly played a part in helping make this happen.
I turn page after page, looking at picture after picture of Lorali like I’ve never seen her before. The best part? I’ll have these pictures forever. Not only are the images seared into my brain but I can pull this bad boy out any time I feel the urge to ogle my bride.
The last picture is the pièce de rèsistance, just how I knew it would be. Wearing her long flowing veil she’s sitting with her legs spread-eagled and her knees bent. Her right arm is crossed over her front, hiding her perfect pink nipples but doing nothing to disguise the lower curve of her supple breasts. Her left hand is cupping her sex softly. Her eyes speak of passion and erotic promise. I close my eyes and try to will away her hands from covering her magnificent body needing desperately to see her wholly.
I lick my dry lips and close the book softly. “Best fucking gift ever, Lorali,” I praise her.
She slides seductively off of the bed and prowls toward me. “Hold that thought,” she offers as her hands reach behind her and she unzips her designer wedding dress. I swallow roughly when she releases the fabric and it crumples at her feet, revealing the sexiest purple lingerie I’ve ever seen.
“Baby,” I pant as she unclasps the bra barely holding in her
perfect breasts and allows it to join the dress at her feet.
I want to get up and go to her; I need her fiercely, but I know she’s running this show. She’s left standing in only her stilettos, the ones from the photo shoot, and a pair of lacey purple underwear.
She turns, giving me her back, runs her hands down her sides, and slips her thumbs into the waist of her barely there panties. She glances back over her shoulder as she slides them down, bending at the waist until she’s folded in half.
Looking at her perfect pussy, I notice the light reflect off of a violet gem that’s situated right where her… holy shit.
I jump up from my seat and quickly make my way to her. With her still bending over, I run my hand down her delicate back, between her cheeks, and cup her glistening sex, my palm applying pressure to the jeweled butt plug my devilish wife has been wearing for God knows how long.
She moans at the sensation.
“So fucking naughty,” I taunt as I palm her breast and force her to stand. “Something you want to tell me, baby?”
She whimpers as I begin the push and pull of my middle finger into her tight heat, pleasing the pussy that I now own.
“Your,” she moans. “Your second gift.”
“What’s that?” I ask playing coy.
“My ass,” she promises. Then back peddles slightly. “Well, I want to try anyways.”
I pull my finger from her swollen sex and tap it on the plug lodged in her.
“Oh God!” she proclaims at the sensation as she reaches behind me and deftly begins to open the fly of my tuxedo pants.
Unable to resist her any longer I start working to get my shirt unbuttoned and off. Fumbling hands urgently undress me, both mine and hers. Eventually, I’m standing stark naked, every sweet curve of her back fitting perfectly against every hard inch of my front, but it’s not what I need right now.
I turn her in my arms so I can manipulate her beautiful breasts with my hands. I lower my head and take one tight bundle in my mouth and sweep my thumb over the other. She grips my head with unrestrained violence, pulling me closer against her.
I honestly don’t know how much foreplay is considered acceptable on your wedding night, but I’m about maxed out. Releasing her full breast I reach down and stroke my rigid cock, taking notice of the precome already leaking out of the tip. If I don’t get a better handle on myself, this situation is going to be over long before I ever sink inside of her.
I grip her around the waist and walk backward with her in my arms until the edge of our bed hits the back of my thighs. I lie back in the center of the bed and position my thick erection at her entrance. She places her hands on my chest and slowly begins to sink down my length.
“Oh!” She pants just as “Fuck,” slips past my lips.
I’m not afraid to admit that of all the women I’ve been with Lorali has the tightest, sweetest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of well, pleasing. The feel of it with the plug? Out-of-this-world amazing.
Two trips up and down and I’m blowing my load like a sixteen year old virgin in a tube sock. Feeling the pulses of my orgasm, Lorali stills and glares down at me, obviously unimpressed with my impromptu climax.
“Seriously?” She chastises and playfully slaps my chest.
I shrug and grin at her. “What do you expect? You tease me all night, show me that damned photo album, and then gift me with the promise of taking your ass. You’re lucky I made it inside of you before I came!”
“Lucky me,” she says rolling her eyes, but she squeals loudly as I flip her over on her back.
“Has there ever been a time I didn’t take care of you?” I kiss her lips before she can answer because honestly not too long ago I got too drunk and passed out before taking her.
I shift my hips and slide easily, if not tightly, through her swollen sex. She moans; I smile. “That’s what I thought.”
I spread her legs wide and sit back on my knees, making sure to hit the plug with every heavy slap of my balls against her body.
“Ian!” She chants and when I can tell she’s right on the edge I reach down, pinch her clit between my fingers, and pull the plug from her body with my other hand.. Her body immediately clamps down on me and begins to pulse erratically; the tiny muscles of her core rippling down my shaft. I groan and slowly pump in and out of her milking every last tremble of her orgasm from her body.
“Lorali,” I whisper and pull free of her body.
I watch her sated face with half lidded eyes of my own as I use the head of my engorged cock to sweep the remnants of both our orgasms over the puckered entrance she promised to me. She arches her back at the sensation and I take this as the go-ahead I was desperately hoping to find.
I’d be lying if I said this was something I’d never done before. Some women in my past were down with just about anything and I’m sure some of them used anal sex as a way to try to get me to stick around longer. It was great while it happened but was never anything to make me want to go back from more from that particular woman.
Never doing this with Lorali was never going to be a problem for me. If she didn’t want to then I was fine with that. It’s not like it’s something I spend any amount of time feeling deprived of the last ten months. Now that she’s given me the go-ahead? I have to restrain myself and remind my brain that this is something she’s never done, ever. I smile knowing I will be the only man to ever have the privilege of entering her here.
“Relax,” I coo at her as I press against her and I nearly faint at the sensation when the head slips past her tight ring of muscles. I thumb over her swollen clit as I incrementally push further inside of her.
She whimpers and I slowly begin to retreat. “Lorali, if you don’t…” She grabs my neck and pulls me down so her mouth is on mine.
I’m delirious with passion as she hungrily attacks my lips. I almost bite her tongue when I clamp my teeth together as she shifts her hips upward and takes more of me inside of her.
I take this as my cue and begin moving my hips, never breaking our kiss. After what seems like the shortest, most magnificent minute of my life she pulls her mouth from mine and stares into my eyes briefly before they flutter closed.
“I don’t… how is this even?” I feel the pulsing clenches of her orgasms through the thin wall separating me from her pussy.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan and begin to come unceremoniously, my body jerking and shuddering irregularly.
I rest my forehead against hers as we pant against each other, our breaths combining at our lips.
I hear her whimper and I know, now that her orgasm is tapering away, she’s growing uncomfortable with me inside her still. I lean back slightly and swipe my fingers over her sensitive clit, simultaneously pulling out of her.
“Jesus,” she says still trying to catch her breath. “If I’d known this is how married sex was, I would’ve gotten married a long time ago.
I grin at her sentiment even though she pretty much just said she’d have gotten married before meeting me. I turn my body toward her. “It’s only like this with me, Baby,” I swear to her before kissing her lips delicately.
I pull her against my chest and kiss the top of her head. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world, Lorali.”
Epilogue
Kaleb
“How’s my boy doing?” I ask as I position myself on the couch beside Josie.
She grumbles something under her breath about injured ribs and back pain. I kiss her round belly and then lean over and kiss her lips. She’s less than two weeks away from her due date and ever since the doctor mentioned at her last appointment that any time from then on out was safe to deliver the baby as he is full term, she’s been doing everything in her power to make that happen. Needless to say there has been a lot of walking and spicy foods going on.
Mia has loved it. She gets walked around the neighborhood several times a day when she’s not at the precinct with me working. I’m tasked with grabbing spicy food each evening b
efore I head home from work.
We’ve tried more traditional ways to induce labor as well. Nipple stimulation and lots of sex have become my favorite way to try to nudge her body into labor. It hasn’t worked and I’m not really complaining. I’m ecstatic about the imminent birth of my son, but I also love spending alone time with my wife. I know that makes me sound like an asshole but it’s honest. He will be here before we know it and we will then always be a family of three.
I’m having a good time saving up the intimate touches and the kissing and the free of worry caressing that eventually will have to be monitored once he’s old enough to pay attention. No doubt he’ll grow up in a home that’s full of love, knowing he has parents who not only love but are totally dedicated to one another, but some things aren’t appropriate for children to see. Some of those things I’m hoping Josie’s is going to be in the mood for this evening.
“It won’t be much longer, Mariposa,” I promise and slide my hand down her back, kneading it with the palm of my hand where she typically has pain.
“Mia is getting super clingy,” she says looking down at the K9 asleep on the floor. “She’s under my feet constantly. I almost tripped over her today,” she admits with a small giggle.
I frown down at the SWAT trained, Denver PD badge wearing animal. Not news I wanted to hear. I don’t even want to think of the damage a fall would mean right now for Josie and the baby. I twist and pop my neck, trying to push down the urge to put the dog outside.
Josie groans and I turn my attention back to the knot I’m working out in her lower back. “That feels so good,” she groans quietly.
I nip her ear and gently roll her nipple through the fabric of her tank top.
“Ready for your medicine?” I whisper seductively in her ear. We’ve been calling it that since she read in one of her pregnancy books that scientists believe semen can actually promote cervical softening and her own orgasms can cause contractions. Needless to say there’s been a ton of orgasms all around.