by T L Swan
“Yes.” He smirks.
I smile as I shake my head. “You are just so fucking hot,” I whisper. I will never get used to this.
His dark eyes hold mine and he cracks his neck hard… there it is. He rips my underpants down to the floor as he kisses me deeply.
“I need to be fucked hard tonight, Mr Stanton,” I whisper into his kiss. He steps back, his dark eyes hold mine and I feel the burn of his gaze. He needs it hard too—I can feel it. As if taking that as a green light to be himself he rips me into the shower and under the hot water where I find myself up against the back wall. He is on me, and his hands roam up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to touch me first. Our kiss turns frantic as I grab the back of his head to bring him closer.
“I’ve missed you,” he growls into my neck.
And I throw my head back in ecstasy as I get the visual of what we must look like.
The thing is, I’ve watched porn of the two of us for six weeks without a release, not even a touch, because I knew I was being filmed. I know what my man is capable of, and I now know just how orgasmic he looks as he does it. Joshua Stanton having sex in his animalistic way is without a doubt the best viewing I have ever witnessed.
God, I need him now. I need to taste him. I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth and his dark eyes drop to my lips.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers as he cups my jaw. “Oh baby, yeessss,” he purrs as I am gifted with my first taste of pre-ejaculate in so damn long. I can feel every vein, every ridge and, as if my body is running on autopilot, my hand goes around to his behind to push him deeper into my mouth.
I’m too aroused to use technique and I start to take his full length into my mouth while I fist him deeply. He growls in acceptance, lurches forward and puts his hand out on the tiled wall to hold himself up.
“Fuck. Tash, baby. Stop. I’m going to come already,” he murmurs through his arousal as his body racks with shivers.
I smile around him and bare my teeth and work him harder. When I tell you you’re copping it tonight, big boy… I meant every damn word.
“Fuck,” he yells as he lurches forward again and comes in a rush into my mouth. His hands gently come to my head as I gently clean him up with my tongue. His eyes are closed and he is breathing heavily. I lick my lips and smile triumphantly as I stand and when he opens his eyes, Mr Stanton is here and I know who’s going to cop it now.
He kisses me and slams me up against the wall and brings one of my legs up around his waist. My heartrate escalates out of control and slowly he pulls back and watches my face as he swipes his fingers through my wet flesh, his eyes closing in reverence. “You feel so good, so tight. So ready for my cock,” he whispers into my mouth. “Are you hungry for some cock, baby?”
My eyes close, oh god yes. Give it to me now.
“How do you taste? I need you on my tongue,” he whispers as he pulls me out of the shower and kisses me deeply. All the while kissing me I am slowly walked into our bedroom and he lies me down on the bed. My body is quivering with need and then he is on top of me as he holds his weight off me with his elbows. One of his knees comes up and rests next to my hipbone and he starts to slide his thick length through my waiting flesh as his dark eyes watch me. This is the best kind of porno.
“You’re going to feel so good around my cock, baby girl,” he whispers.
I close my eyes, I know, just do it already. I need this. His soft lips go to my neck and he starts to kiss down to my breasts and one by one he brings them into his mouth and gently bites them, my back arching off the bed in anticipation. With his eyes focused on mine he drops down to my stomach and slowly starts to lick me. I can’t lie still and my body is writhing in excitement under him. Slowly, ever so slowly, his tongue finds the flesh between my legs and he groans into me as he closes his eyes in reverence.
Oh hell… my eyes roll back in my head and my hand goes to his face. He starts to suck me. I can feel his cheeks dip as his suction gets deeper and my legs start to fall to the bed by themselves.
“So perfect,” he whispers. “You are so perfect, my precious girl.”
My eyes close and I drop my head back to the mattress. No, I need to watch him. My eyes meet his again and he slides a finger into me, hisses in pleasure and pulses it in and out slowly. I watch him slowly take his cock in his other hand, unable to control it, and stroke himself as his eyes stay focused on my pulsing open flesh. His mouth hangs slack with arousal and he cracks his neck hard. He adds another finger and starts to pulse them in and out of me slowly, my body starts to instinctively ride his hand and he drops his head and takes my clitoris between his teeth while his tongue flicks violently. I can’t help it, I lurch forward in orgasm and cry out in ecstasy. Oh, what this man does to me, and then he is on me again, deep licks from front to back. The stubble on his face is burning me and I don’t give a damn if it’s a third-degree burn and I need to go to hospital. At this moment, I need this man to do exactly this to me. There isn’t anything else I need more. He swipes his tongue through my flesh again and adds three of his fingers and I jump at the pleasurable sting.
“Sshh,” he whispers. “It’s ok, baby,” he comforts.
He leans up and kisses me passionately again and my body starts to relax and then he starts to ride me with his hand, deep hard strokes that move my body up and down the bed and which rock the bed so hard it hits the wall. My back is arching off the bed with need. His eyes are locked on mine as my hands find his forearm to feel his muscles clench with the movement.
“Open your legs wider,” he whispers as his jaw hangs slack in arousal. I drop my legs to the bed and my eyes flick to his shoulders where I can see every muscle flex with his movement.
He cracks his neck hard and that’s it, I can’t take anymore. I convulse forward in orgasm as I feel him slide into my body.
We lie still, our hearts racing out of control. Our faces are millimetres away from each other. The intense feeling of his possession brings me undone.
“I love you,” he whispers through his tear-filled eyes.
“I love you too, baby… so much,” I reply.
He kisses me and it’s a different kiss. It’s a kiss of hope. The tenderness behind it cuts my heart wide open as he pulls out slowly and slides back in.
“Are you ok?” he murmurs.
I kiss him deeply again. “I’m more than ok. I’m perfect. Go, give it to me. I need this,” I whisper.
He lets out a groan as he pulls back and slams into me and I cry out.
“Fuck,” he murmurs into my shoulder as he kisses it.
And then he starts to drive deeper and deeper, each thrust harder than the last until I don’t think I can take it anymore. He lifts my knees up to his chest as he holds himself up on straightened arms and really lets me have it. His dark eyes are watching my face as his jaw hangs slack. Oh my god, what this man can do. I lurch forward as he holds himself deep and we both scream out as an orgasm the size of a freight train rips through our bodies in tandem. He drops his body over mine and kisses me gently and I laugh out loud.
“What’s funny?” he purrs.
I smile as I pant. “Well I thought maybe you would have forgotten what to do?” I whisper breathlessly.
He smirks. “You thought I could ever forget what to do?” he repeats, affronted.
I nod with wide innocent eyes and a stupid grin on my face. As if Joshua Stanton could ever forget how to fuck… he was born to do it.
“You and your smart mouth just got yourself a ticket,” he growls. “Pound Town here we come.” He bends and rips into my neck with his teeth and I squeal in laughter.
Oh, it’s so very good to be home.
Chapter 30
Joshua
The sound of laughter and chatter fill the cabin—we are finally on a plane to Kamala. I didn’t think this day would ever come. I walk back from the bathroom up the aisle. As I hold onto the seats my eyes flick to my beautiful girl who is up the front. She is laughin
g while sitting with Adrian, her mum and the girls and they are deep in conversation. Gratitude sweeps over me. Three days ago my life could have been so different—I may not have even been here.
“How’s Tash doing?” Nicholas asks as his eyes go to her as he walks up the aisle towards me.
“She seems ok,” I reply.
Nicholas nods and his eyes come back to me. “Prepare yourself—she’s in for a tough time.”I nod. “Yeah I know,” I sigh as my eyes move to my love again. She’s been through hell, the mental ramifications are going to show eventually and when they do she will fall into a heap.
I look back at Nicholas and I shake his hand. “Thank you,” I whisper. “You saved my life. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come and seen me that day in prison.”
He smiles sympathetically and pulls me into an embrace. “You’re welcome,” he whispers. “I’m just ecstatic that it turned out how it did. Imagine if she went through all of that to come home to find you dead?”
I shake my head at the disturbing realisation of just how close that scenario came. Adrian and Natasha burst into laughter and both of our eyes flick to them.
“What’s happening with you and Adrian?” I ask.
He shrugs sadly. “I’m trying my hardest but he won’t let me in.”
I shake my head, stubborn bastard. “Don’t give up.” I smile.
He smiles warmly as he shakes his head. “That, my friend, is a whole other story.” He smiles.
My eyes hold his. “I’d like to hear it one day,” I reply.
He hugs me and slaps me on the back. “One day,” he repeats.
I keep walking up toward my seat and I pass my mother and father. I bend and kiss my mum on the forehead as I hug her. She smiles warmly as she puts her hand over mine on her shoulder. “Thank god, you’re home, Joshua,” she whispers.
“You ok?” I ask her.
“Yes darling, I’m ok.” She smiles. One thing this whole nightmare has taught me is that life’s too short to hold grudges about what was or wasn’t told to you. Things that happen in the past should stay in the past. Suffering or making other people suffer does not make you happy. My mother has suffered enough. Natasha has taught me how to love and more importantly the power of compassion. She holds no grudges and takes everyone on how they treat her that day… something I am striving to achieve with my beautiful mum. James Brennan, on the other hand, is a whole different story and my eyes flick to my father. “Have you made that call yet?” I ask him
He shakes his head.
“What call?” my mother asks.
“I need someone to do a job for me and Dad has the contact,” I reply.
“Do it or I will,” I say to him as I kiss my mother again on the forehead. Nobody treats my mother like that and lives to tell the tale. Dad nods knowingly and I keep walking back to my seat and sit down. Cameron falls into the seat next to me and smirks as his eyes scan my face.
I look at him deadpan. “What?” I ask.
“You look like shit, man,” he frowns.
“Nothing a seminal fluid transfusion couldn’t help,” I mutter as I yawn and put my hands behind my head.
Cameron rolls his lips. “Big night?” he asks.
I widen my eyes. “Huge. I’ve created a monster.” I smirk as I rub my face.
Cameron shakes his head. “You’re a lucky prick.”
I smile at him. “I know.”
Natasha walks back up the aisle and Cameron stands so she can sit down. “I’m going to have a sleep,” she says softly as she takes her blanket from the overhead carriage.
I pat my lap and she smiles as she sits like a child across my knee and puts her head on my shoulder. I shake the blanket and spread it over us and she nestles into me.
“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses my neck.
“I love you too.” I smile softly. “Go to sleep.” I kiss her forehead and before I know it we are both snuggled and content and sleeping like babies.
This is the meaning of my life.
Natasha
I sit and look in the direction of Bridget who is putting my lip gloss on. She kisses me gently on the cheek.
“It’s here, Tash. You’re going to marry him,” she looks at the clock, “in approximately ten minutes.”
A knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I call.
A Thai girl bows her head and enters with a white gift box and I smile broadly. “For you, Miss Natasha,” she says softly.
I smile and bow. “Thank you,” I reply as I take it from her. I inhale deeply as I open the card attached.
Today I marry my best friend
Always Joshua
x
I smile broadly as my heart flutters with nerves. I open the box and find a single red rose and a package wrapped in white paper. I frown and open the wrapping to find my diaries bound in a bundle. My heart stops. He was going to rot in prison rather than have my diaries read out in an open court. My eyes overflow with tears at the amount of love I have for this man. It’s overwhelming.
“What does it say?” Bridget asks and I hand over the card.
“Oh god, he’s beautiful, Tash.” She sighs.
“I know.” I smile as I turn and look at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing my white wedding dress which has a low back and shoestring straps. It’s very simple but uber-sexy. My hair is out and full and pulled back on one side with a large white flower pinned behind one ear. I have a veil but I’m not wearing it because it makes me feel like a bee keeper.
Brock walks into the room with Mum behind him and he smiles softly. “You look beautiful, babe.”
My eyes well up with tears. “Thanks,” I whisper. That means a lot coming from him.
I grab his and Mum’s hand. “Bridget, hold hands with us. I want to talk to Dad,” I ask. She grabs Brock’s and Mum’s hands and we stand in a circle and bow our heads.
“Dad,” I whisper and instantly the tears block my voice. “I wish you could be here today, Dad… and I know you would be if you could.” Bridget’s bottom lip starts to tremble and I pause again. “I just wanted to thank you… for everything. For bringing me into this world… for showing me what true love was by the way you loved Mum… and for saving my life. For never leaving me in that room alone. I know it was you who saved me.” The lump gets really big in my throat and I hesitate. Mum sobs out loud, unable to hold it in any longer. “My dream has come true, Dad. He loves me and today I am marrying him.” I sob as I start to ugly-cry. “Your empty seat will be at the table next to Mum’s,” I whisper and Brock drops his head as a tear rolls down his face. “I promise to make you proud, Dad. I’m going to be such a good wife.” It gets too much and the room falls silent as we cry, all lost in our own grief.
“I love you Dad,” I sob.
“I love you Dad,” Bridget repeats.
“I love you Dad,” Brock whispers.
We all stay silent as we wait for Mum and after a silence that seems to go on forever she whispers, “I love you, my darling. Meet me at the gates when my day comes.”
I drop my head as the sound of broken hearts sob. Brock breaks the moment and wraps his arms around us and we all embrace.
“Enough sadness.” He smiles as he wipes his face and we all shake our heads as we pull ourselves together.
Abbie sticks her head around the door. “It’s time.” She is smiling but her face falls when she sees we are all in tears. “Those better be fucking happy tears.” She smiles and we all laugh.
Brock holds his arm out for me, I take it and we follow Bridget and Abbie as we walk out over the pool and around to the metal gates. I stand at the top of the stairs as the wind catches my face and I smile when I see Joshua, Cameron and Adrian standing at the flower-adorned altar. The violinist starts to play a traditional wedding song and slowly, as goosebumps cover my skin, we make our way down the steps. Joshua looks up and sees me and instantly his eyes cloud over in emotion and I see him swallow the lump in his throat. I break
into a full-beam smile and I want to run and jump into his arms but instead I somehow hold it together and we walk up the aisle between our closest family and friends. This walk seems never-ending. When finally we get to Joshua, he shakes Brock’s hand and he then takes mine. Unable to help it I lean up to gently kiss him.
“Hello,” I whisper.
“Hello, my beautiful bride,” he whispers back. He kisses me again and then again, and then our kiss turns passionate and we forget where we are and our family all laugh and clap. Realisation hits and I giggle into his kiss and pull back. We turn around to everyone and they all laugh and shake their heads.
Embarrassed, we turn back to face the minister.
And then I am lost. I watch in slow motion as the beautiful man in front of me declares his love and I declare mine.
“Do you, Joshua Stanton, take Natasha Marx to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”
His eyes hold mine and my heart stops.
“I do,” he replies.
And then it’s my turn
“Do you, Natasha Marx, take Joshua Stanton to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”
I smile broadly. “I do,” I reply.
Joshua places the gold band on my finger and I place one on his and we both laugh out loud and our family claps and cheers.
“You may kiss the bride.