You and I Forever

by Melissa Toppen

  Positioning himself at my entrance, he slides inside of me easily. My lust for him so great that he doesn't even need to touch me to know that my body is ready for him. He fills me to the point where he can't go any further and then stills inside of me, pulling away from my kiss to look down at my face.

  “You are so perfect.” He breathes, pulling out so far that only the tip of his erection remains inside of me, he lets out a slow controlled breath as he re-enters me slowly. “You feel that? We fit together perfectly. You were made for me Anna.” He breathes, repeating the same process again, causing me to lift up in an effort to keep him buried inside of me.

  “And now you're mine.” He purrs, relaxing his weight down on me. He pushes my hair away from my face and stares down at me for what feels like five minutes but is likely only five seconds.

  My body is wound so tightly already that all I want is for him to start moving inside of me. I want to feel him pounding in and out of me, bringing my body to a point of pleasure that it has only known with Bentley. But I also can't deny the beauty of the moment either. The intimacy that I feel with him. An intimacy that I have never experienced with another person.

  “You're mine Anna.” He growls, finally moving but only just. His movements are slow and controlled and it's clear, he's in no rush. “Say it.”

  “I'm yours.” The words come out in more of a plea as he pushes deep inside of me once more. “Always.” I moan out as he increases the speed of his movements little by little.

  “My wife.” He pants, dropping his mouth to mine on a heated kiss that seems to be the undoing of his control.

  Pushing away from my body, he rocks back on his knees, wrapping my legs around his back as he begins pounding inside of me. Like the first time we were together, he stares down at the point where our two bodies become one, his eyes immediately glazing over in arousal.

  “So fucking perfect.” He repeats, watching as he slides in and out of me. “Fuck Anna.” He growls, ripping his eyes away like another moment and he will not be able to stop himself from giving into his pleasure. But like always, he holds himself together until he knows that I am there. He always puts my pleasure first. Always.

  “Come for me baby.” He growls, collapsing his body down on top of me. His mouth finds mine instantly, his lips crashing down on mine on a kiss so heated, it takes only moments before the orgasm he's been waiting for starts working it's way to the surface.

  It starts out slow, deep in my stomach and then the warmth spreads through every inch of my body. I climb higher and higher, feeling like at any moment I am going to split apart and simply float away. I scream out Bentley's name the moment my orgasm rips through me, my body trembling through the waves of pleasure that I can feel everywhere.

  Bentley increases his speed immediately and within seconds, goes rigid against my body. I can tell by the way his body tenses and how rapid his breathing is coming, that his release is just as intense as mine. He seems to dangle there forever before finally falling over the edge, a deep growl escaping his lips against my mouth.

  He slows his movements but doesn't still inside of me for another several long moments. Finally resting all his weight down on me, he pulls out and lays his head against my bare chest, my hands immediately going to his hair.

  I run my fingers through his tangled mess of hair, trying desperately to calm my erratic breathing. Bentley has a way of pushing my body to its absolute limits and in doing so, has shown me a kind of pleasure that I never even knew existed.

  “Your heart is beating so fast.” His voice breaks the silence but he makes no attempt to move.

  “I wouldn't know why.” I say sarcastically, laughing when he nuzzles his face in between my breasts and then looks up at me like he is the happiest man in the world. Words fail me at the way he is looking at me right now. He looks so blissful, almost child like, and it only intensifies the already heightened emotions flowing through me.

  “I want to stay here with you like this forever. But at the same time, I want to take you home and scream to the world that you're my wife.” He smiles, shifting his weight from me as he rolls to the side and pulls me with him. Rolling onto his back, he wraps his arm around me as I rest my head against his chest and throw my leg over his.

  “My vote goes for staying here.” I purr, lightly running my hand across his chest, loving the way his skin prickles under my touch.

  “You're insatiable.” He laughs when I slowly trail my hand downwards, my fingers lightly grazing the tip of him before pulling away.

  “Me?” I question playfully, knowing full well that out of the two of us, he's the insatiable one. Okay, well maybe we both are. But who can blame me? This man is the sexiest person I have ever laid eyes on. I'd have to be blind not to want to spend every second with him buried deep inside of me, those incredible lips working skillfully against my mouth.

  “Are you denying it?” He challenges, turning a dimple filled smile down at me. My laughter answers his question and he chuckles beneath me, his chest vibrating lightly against my cheek.

  “When are we leaving?” I ask, knowing that up until this point we had planned on staying two weeks. Given that we have already been here almost two weeks, I can only assume that our little paradise getaway will soon be coming to an end.

  “We are scheduled to leave Sunday morning.” He says, laying a light kiss to my forehead. “But I could probably extend our trip a few more days if you want.” He snuggles me tighter against his body.

  As much as I want to stay, especially given that Sunday is only three days away, I know that we really shouldn't. There is still so much I need to take care of. I need to re-enroll for classes and figure out that whole mess. Not to mention the studio. While I know that it's in good hands, I would be lying if I said that leaving Patty's baby to someone else has been harder on me than I realized. I am eager to get back and figure out a game plan moving forward.

  “No, we should go home.” I breathe, my fingers working slow circles across his stomach. “As much as I would love to stay, we can't avoid the real world forever.”

  “We could try.” He laughs lightly.

  “I know how hard it is for you to be able to walk away from work the way that you have. And I know that you did it for me. I won't ask you for more. This has been the most incredible two weeks of my life. But we have lives to get back to.” I say, somewhat still trying to reason with myself. Because no matter how much I know we need to leave, when it really boils down to it, I don't want to.

  If Bentley gave me the opportunity to stay here with him forever, I think I would probably take it. It would be hard to leave my life in Chicago behind, my friends, the studio. But I think I could do it if it meant getting to spend everyday like this, curled up next to the man of my dreams in our little piece of heaven.

  “You are my life now.” He says, dropping his lips to the top of my head. “Your happiness is my priority.”

  “My happiness is not an issue as long as I am with you. I don't care where we are, if you are by my side, then I'm home.” I pull my head back and look up to find him staring down at me.

  “So Sunday?” He questions in a way that makes me feel like he is trying to convince himself we have to leave also.

  “Sunday.” I agree, smiling up at him. “I have a favor.” I say, pushing myself up into a sitting position and turning inward to face him.

  “Anything.” He smiles, trailing his hand lightly down my arm causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps.

  “I think I just decided something.” I laugh, still trying to work it out in my head. “I think I am going to run the studio. Not just own it but run it, the way Patty did. I want to be involved in the operations. I want to know the dancers and teach as well as manage.”

  “I think that sounds amazing.” He smiles sweetly at me, his hand still working gently across my skin. “But what's the favor?” He tacks on, clearly seeing that I haven't quite gotten to my point.

  “I really don't know anyth
ing about operating a business. I was wondering if maybe you could help me?” I phrase it as a question, not wanting to assume that because he's my husband now that he will just do whatever I want.

  “Of course I will.” He says, like he can't even believe I'm asking. “I am your husband Anna. I will be here for you in anyway that you need me. That includes business. Anything you need. You name it and it's yours.”

  “Thank you.” I breathe, not able to put into words how much it means to me to know that I can count on him one hundred percent. Not that I didn't already know that, but hearing his willingness to help me, the way he didn't hesitate for a moment, only confirms that fact.

  “Come here.” He smiles, pulling me back down to his chest, his hand immediately going into my hair. “Now comes the hard part.” He pauses, leaving me hanging for a moment before continuing. “We have to tell my mother that her only child got married without her there.” He laughs lightly.

  “You mean, you have to tell your mother.” I laugh, hugging my arm around his waist.

  “Oh no, we're married now. This is a team here.” He says, lifting up his free arm to gesture between the two of us.

  “We are a team.” I agree, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Forever.” I whisper, closing my eyes, for the first time really grasping what all this means.

  “Forever.” He agrees.

  Chapter

  Twenty

  “Oh my God. Please tell me you did not drag me here just so I can be totally envious over that rockin tan.” Lo's voice pulls my attention to the side just in time to catch sight of her as she slides into one of the chairs across from me.

  “Hello to you too stranger.” I laugh, thankful that she agreed to meet me on such short notice. “Andrea should be here soon.” I continue, handing her one of the menus stacked at the end of the table.

  “You look amazing girl.” She smiles, turning her attention to the young waitress who takes her drink order before walking away again.

  “Hawaii.” I say on a sigh. “It's like being in a completely different world.”

  “Well it looks like it did you good.” She says.

  “It really did.” I agree, taking a long sip of water, suddenly very nervous.

  “So, what's up?” She asks, pinning her blue eyes on me as she leans forward, her elbows resting on the table in front of her.

  “Do I need an excuse to have lunch with my two favorite girls?” I ask, turning my head the moment I hear Andrea's voice.

  “Considering it's not really your style, yes you do.” Andrea leans down and hugs me the second she steps up next to me. “God I missed you.” She squeezes me hard before pulling out the chair to my left and flopping down.

  “Not my style to have lunch with my girls?” I question, handing Andrea a menu.

  “Considering Lauren and I have been around each other less than a handful of times, no it's not. You are a one friend at a time kind of person. Always have been.” She waves her polished finger at me.

  “Only because I never want to feel like I'm leaving someone out.” I interject, pushing her hand out of the air on a laugh.

  “Have you already commented on that incredible tan?” Andrea turns her attention to Lo, who smiles and nods.

  “I'm starting to think she brought us here just to rub it in our faces.” Lo pouts, laughing when I toss a napkin across the table at her.

  “You two are ridiculous.” I shake my head at my two closest friends.

  “I'll have a water.” Andrea looks up the moment the waitress stops by to drop off Lo's tea. She nods and leaves again, leaving two pairs of curious eyes targeted directly on me.

  “What?” I look up from my menu to find them both staring at me.

  “How about you tell us why we are here?” Lo suggests, cocking her head to the side.

  “I second that.” Andrea chimes in, clicking her nails against the round table.

  “I've been gone for two weeks. Do I really need an ulterior motive to just want to catch up?” I quip, laying down my menu in front of me.

  “She's so cute when she tries to play stupid.” Lo says to Andrea who nods her head in agreement. “Spill.” She says, pinning her eyes back on me.

  “Fine.” I sigh, knowing there is no way they are even going to crack their menus open until they know what all this is about.

  I suppose I should have invited one to lunch and one to dinner, that way neither would have been suspicious. But like most things, I thought it would be easier to just get it over with all at once. Andrea and Lo are really the only two people that I have to break the news to so once this is done, I really have no one else to worry about. Well, with the exception of Bentley's mother and sister but for that I will just be present. He's the one who actually has to tell them.

  “While we were in Hawaii, Bentley and I.....” I pause, bracing myself. “Well, we kinda got married.” I blurt, my forehead scrunching together.

  “What?!” Andrea's reaction is one of shock and surprise, her voice ringing out causing several people in the restaurant to glance in our direction to see what all the fuss is about. Lo however, simply stares at me. I can't tell if she is impressed or shocked speechless.

  “What do you mean you got married?” Andrea continues, her complexion flushed.

  “That's what I mean.” I laugh nervously. “We got married.” I say, not able to contain the smile that stretches across my entire face.

  “Wait. You're serious?” Lo finally speaks up. “I really thought you were just fucking with us.” She laughs, shaking her head like she can't believe it. Her eyes immediately falling to my left hand, that up until this point I have managed to keep hidden under the table.

  “Holy shit.” She shakes her head again, reaching out to take my hand in hers as she eyeballs the diamond ring and matching platinum wedding band resting perfectly on my ring finger. The moment she releases it and sits back in her chair, Andrea makes a grab for the same hand, looking at the ring for a long moment before finally pulling her eyes back up to my face.

  “I cannot believe you got married without me. You were my one sure fire shot at getting to be a maid of honor and you went and got married without me.” Andrea rubs her forehead like she can't believe I would do such a thing.

  “Well you're still going to have the chance. Both of you.” I tack on, throwing a look in Lo's direction. “That's the main reason I asked you here. Bentley and I are going to have a small traditional ceremony for all of our friends and family and I want you two to stand at the alter next to me.” I smile at Lo and then turn back towards Andrea.

  “Okay hold on. Can we back up?” Lo pipes back in. “You got married and I want to know every damn detail.” She leans forward eagerly awaiting what she clearly expects to be a very interesting story.

  “I agree.” Andrea says. “And why the hell did we not at least get a phone call?”

  “Okay well one, I wanted to tell you in person. Two, it all kind of happened so quickly I really didn't have time to process anything. One minute I am agreeing to be his wife. The next, we're married.” I laugh.

  “I want details woman!” Andrea exclaims, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms in front of her chest, her dark eyes zeroing in on my face.

  Laughing, I finally start to recap the events that took place in Hawaii and how it led to me marrying the man of my dreams in the middle of paradise. I watch as their eyes widen the further I go. I watch Andrea go from smiling, to tearing up, to smiling again. I can tell within minutes that she has forgiven the fact that I didn't tell her, clearly seeing how incredibly happy I am.

  By the time I reach the end of the story, we have already finished lunch and Andrea leaves almost immediately after, having to catch her afternoon class. Lo waits until the check has been settled before walking me out, telling me several times during our short trek to her car how happy she is for me.

  I knew they would be. That was never my concern. Lo and Andrea are my friends. True friends. And as such, they onl
y want what's best for me. I knew the news was going to come as a shock but the rest of the conversation went very much the way I had anticipated.

  After saying my goodbyes to Lo, I head back in the direction of the studio. It only takes me about ten minutes to walk there and honestly, I am rather enjoying the cooler weather. Of course, I'm sure I won't feel that way once the winter really sets in. November is one of my favorite months of the year. It's the only time when the temperature is not too hot or too cold and there aren't nearly as many rainy days as in the Spring.

  Crossing the street, I push my way inside the studio but don't get past the front door before a dimple filled smile stops me dead in my tracks. “Well you're still alive, that must mean things went okay.” Bentley laughs and then steps towards me, pulling me into his arms.

  “They took it pretty well. Of course, telling Andrea that a formal ceremony was in the works definitely softened the blow.” I snuggle into his embrace, smiling when he drops a kiss to the top of my head and squeezes me tightly.

  “I missed you.” He sighs, pulling back so that he can look down at me.

  “We've only be apart three hours.” I remind him, shaking my head at him as I step out of his embrace and cross towards the front counter. “But if it makes you feel better.” I say, turning to face him. “I missed you too.” I admit.

  It's strange. We spent so much time apart at the beginning of our relationship that I really didn't think twice about being away from him for hours or even days for that matter. But having him all to myself for two weeks straight has definitely spoiled me a bit. Now, five minutes apart and I miss him.

  “So....” He pauses, crossing the lobby and leaning across the counter towards me, his elbows resting on the top.

  “So?” I question, laughing when an excited smile crosses his face.

  “I got you a present.” He says quickly, like saying it fast is going to somehow make my reaction better.