To feel.
Tears fill my eyes as I watch her make her way down the aisle in her gorgeous, form fitted mermaid dress with sparkles lighting up in the dimming sun. The perfect dress we found together all those months ago.
I’ve never seen her smile so big and as she gets closer I notice the glimmer of unshed tears of joy in her own eyes. Her hair drapes over each shoulder in loose curls that are perfect for the beach setting.
The ceremony started at sunset with the ocean behind the archway as a backdrop while the two vowed to love one another forever until death do them part. Max wipes tears from his own eyes as he says I Do and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from happiness for both of them.
They exchange their rings, after Chris pretends to have lost them in his typical mischievously fashion. The waves break peacefully against the sand behind us as they slide the gold rings on each other’s fingers.
When the pastor tells Max to kiss his bride he devours her lips. Several seconds pass as they ignore their surroundings and enjoy their first kiss as husband and wife. A few of their friends in the audience begin to whistle and whoop, making them break apart in laughter.
My eyes find Chris across the way, standing behind his brother with happiness. He’s already staring right at me. When our eyes meet he winks. My heart flutters and suddenly I want him.
Bad.
I wait patiently for the pastor to announce the newlyweds and they walk back down the aisle hand in hand. Chris and I are up next and he grabs my hand, leading me to the covered reception pavilion.
By now the sun has completely disappeared below the horizon and darkness covers the beach. The night sky is clear and hundreds of stars twinkle brightly, along with the strings of lights wrapped around the pillars of the pavilion.
Lacey had carefully selected a wedding playlist and there were several speakers in each of the corners. They’re loud enough to be heard on the sand where everyone begins dancing after dinner and the cake cutting.
Chris grabs my hand and twirls me around in the sand underneath the stars. The song is slow and gives us the perfect excuse to hold each other close.
We’re pressed together closely and under the spell of wedding day romance. Our eyes speak to each other as we dance around clumsily in the sand, laughing at ourselves when we step on each other’s bare feet.
In his arms I feel like a brand new person.
We slowly dance further and further down the beach, away from the other wedding guests. No one seems to notice our absence when we’re so far away the music pumping from the speakers is nothing but a whisper of noise.
We can’t make out the words to the songs anymore but that’s okay. Now we can hear each other’s breath and the whispers of love against each other’s ears.
“I’m so lucky to have you, Nat.” He nuzzles against my neck and licks the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe. “I love you so much.”
I gasp in a shaky breath at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. “I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.”
There’s a pile of driftwood on the beach a few yards from us and Chris breaks from our embrace, grabs my hand and jogs over to it. He tugs me along behind him as I giggle. I wasn’t sure what he had planned but knew he must be seeking the cover of privacy the pile of driftwood provided.
He lifts me off my feet and playfully lowers me onto the cool sand. Hovering over me he kisses my lips to cover my shriek of surprise.
“This is forever, Nat.” He strokes my cheek and tangles his finger into my beach waves passionately. “You know that right?”
“Forever.” I repeat the word in agreement, pulling him closer to me by the collar of his dress shirt. I couldn’t get him close enough.
His hands slowly move up my thighs, pushing my dress up around my waist, exposing my barely there thong to him. He swallows hard and presses his hardness into me. There’s nothing but the thin fabric of my panties separating me from the rough material of his dress pants.
“I’m still not on the pill.” I remind him between kisses, making sure he knows the score before things go too far. Just as I had done every time since we got back from Seattle.
“Okay.” He says back, not slowing down at all. Just as he had done every time I brought it up since Seattle.
I tug his zipper down, leaving his belt fastened in case someone might decide to walk down the beach the same as we had. I fish around inside his pants, searching for the opening of his boxers that allow me to pull his thick cock out while remaining semi clothed.
He moans in pleasure at the feel of my hands wrapped around him. With my other hand I push my panties to the side and guide him into me. He thrusts forward until he fills me fully, both of us still clothed.
With the party still in full swing it isn’t a good idea to strip naked on the public beach and risk being caught. Voices from wedding guests still reached us, even all the way across the beach. On a glance from a distance we would just look like we were making out. The other guests were none the wiser.
I could faintly hear Lacey singing a song dedicated to her new husband as Chris pulls out of me until only his head is left inside me. He briefly glances toward the reception, making sure no one was coming our way and began pumping his hips. Each movement is torturously slow.
Guilt almost surfaces. I was the maid of honor for god sake. I should be at the reception, watching Lacey finish the song she had been practicing to sing tonight. But the rough lace of my panties begins rubbing across my clit in a deliciously appealing way as he pounds harder into me makes me lose my train of thought.
It felt so forbidden to be fucking on this beach, fully clothes in our bridal party outfits, too lost in pleasure to break free from each other’s bodies to get back to our duties.
I savor each and every stroke he gives me and pull his face to mine for a kiss wishing this feeling, this moment, would never end.
Our tongues dance just as erotically as we had in the sand. Tightness builds deep in my core, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.
I know it long before it hits me because there’s so much emotion behind each movement. His eyes hold mine and there’s so much love there it sends me spiraling over the edge.
This wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It wasn’t solely a sexual encounter. This was something else entirely. There was love and affection behind each stroke.
Each kiss.
Each time our eyes connect across the darkness and lock together and share in this intense moment we hadn’t planned.
My walls clench around him powerfully, stronger than I’ve ever experienced and he nearly cries out as his own release rips through him. I mask his moans with a kiss, as he had done for me earlier, and enjoy the feeling as he pushes inside me one last time.
Spasms wrack through him and his arms tremble, holding his weight off me. After one last kiss I reach down to adjust my panties but he stops me.
“Wait.” He leans back and pulls my panties down my legs, stuffing them in his pants pocket with a mischievous smirk. “I want you to feel me leaking out of you for the rest of the night.”
Without another word he pulls my dress down and stuffs his dick back in his pants. The crashing waves drown out the sounds of us adjusting our clothes and rising to our feet.
My legs tremble, nerve ending fried from the intensity of my orgasm. I wasn’t ready to walk back just yet but I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed we were gone.
His smirk grows when he notices my reaction and if I wasn’t still drowning in bliss I would’ve smacked the smug look off his face. But he had certainly earned it this time so I let it slide.
Enjoying the cool sand between my toes on the walk back slows my pace. I look out over the dark waters, deeply inhaling the salty air around us. This was such a peaceful place but the stillness filters away as we approach the reception pavilion.
The music continues to play at full volume and everyone dances on, no hint that anyone notic
ed our absence. If anyone suspected where, or why, we had slipped away they didn’t let on. Chris’s expression is mischievous and guilty as hell, threatening to give us away. He looks like a little boy that was about to tell on himself after eating candy before dinner.
I elbow him playfully in the ribs and laugh. “Wipe that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“The look that says you have a secret.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close for one last dance.
“I do have a secret.” He grazes his lips against the shell of my ear and I can feel his lips tilt in amusement when my breath catches audibly. He never failed to affect me. “Your sexy little panties are in my pocket. That means you’re bare, Nat. And my little secret is when we get back home I’m going to have you a second time because the thought of my seed running down your leg right now it making me hard all over again.”
And he was right about one thing. He was leaking down my inner thighs and I loved the naughtiness of it all. The stickiness on my legs and the ache he left behind generates a renewed desire. A craving for round two. It became another secret between us that no one else can see. My long dress covers the evidence.
I say a silent prayer of thanks to my past self and her self-esteem issues that led to this full length bridesmaid dress. The irony that I had chosen it to avoid looking like a slut and now was grateful because it veiled the face that I was fucked raw on the beach was not lost on me.
I didn’t feel dirty about it this time though. This was Chris. It was freeing to rid myself of the shame and let the lust and sultriness take over my mind and body. We go through the motions of this dance and say our goodbyes to the bride and groom when the song fades away.
Ava has befriended a couple of Lacey’s college friends and they’re all dancing together, having the time of her life. It makes me feel less guilty for bailing on her to fuck her brother. She’ll find a ride home.
We manage to keep our hands above the waist on our Uber ride home, not wanting to distract the driver. He casts a few curious glances in the mirror when Chris nibbles on my ear and whispers more dirty promises that have me shifting in my seat and clenching my legs tighter.
Once we burst through the front door of our apartment all bets are off. Chris follows through on his whispered promises to figure out just how many times he can make me climax in one night. How many times he can make me scream out his name.
Exhaustion overtakes me after six times. It’s a new record.
☠ Epilogue ☠
Chris
*6 Months Later*
Max had just given me the grand tour of the brand new four bedroom home he bought with Lacey after he graduated from his master’s program. He got a job at a new finance corporation downtown and apparently he was doing pretty good. The house is two stories with a spacious backyard and a pool.
Perfect for starting a family.
They invited Ava to move into one of their spare bedrooms. She had been struggling financially to get by on her own and wanted to attend Max and Lacey’s alma mater but wouldn’t be able to afford it otherwise.
She happily agreed and moved her last several boxes in this week. She was looking for a new job, insistent that she wanted to pay them rent each month to earn her keep. She hated the diner from her hometown and this was an opportunity to find something else.
I was proud of her wanting to pay and not just take their offer as a free ride. I guess that meant she wasn’t the spoiled brat I pegged her for.
There was no way Max would take her money as long as she was working hard on her classes. He knew better than anyone how hard it was to get through college when you were distracted.
He wanted her to have her best shot at success and would make sure she got it.
Natalie and I moved into a small rent house last month about five minutes away from them. It’s bigger than our old apartment and we needed the extra bedroom now. Natalie loved decorating the extra space and making it feel like real home.
Our home. A place for us to start our family.
Sunday nights were still reserved for Davis family dinners. We got together every week without fail in Max and Lacey’s house either barbequing in the backyard or having a quiet dinner at the table before turning on a movie on their big screen in the living room.
Life was good.
I check my phone for the time and rush to meet with the potential investor I scheduled a lunch meeting with. This time I was alone for the meeting and considering I’m in a bit of a rush it doesn’t take long to secure the deal for two hundred thousand dollars with plans to build a second treatment center on the property to treat women.
Natalie would be running that facility.
I would miss her around the office, no longer able to grab her for a heated kiss in the hall or a quickie on my desk when the rest of the staff left for lunch. But living with her every day and officially sharing a bed every night softened that blow.
Plus, she was way too excited for her new venture for me to voice any complaints about missing her. This was her way of finding more independence and paving her own path with the treatment center.
No way would I get in the way of that. It was her chance at growth and independence. Redemption.
As I step outside the restaurant, feeling on top of the world knowing Natalie would be able to have everything she had been hoping for, my phone rings. Seeing who it is I answer with a smile.
“Hey Nat. I’m on my way. I just finished with the meeting.”
“Okay. I just wanted to tell you not to rush. The doctor’s running a bit behind this morning.” She tells me.
I can hear the peaceful trickle of the fountains in the background and soothing music playing faintly in the distance. She must have stepped out of the lobby to call me.
“I’m hurrying anyway.” I climb in the car and head for the OB-GYN clinic. “There’s no way I’ll risk missing the first ultrasound.”
We found out two months ago that we would be parents. It came as no surprise considering she never got on birth control. This had been a motivator in moving into a rent house with an extra bedroom and a yard big enough to set up a small playground and baby pool when the time came.
She already decorated the nursery within weeks of us moving in.
The walls are a pale yellow and we agreed on orca print crib bedding and discreet ocean décor throughout the room. An orca carvings on top of the dresser. A stuffed whale in the crib for cuddling purposes. We even hang our painting from Seattle above the crib.
I guess we won’t ever tell the baby it’s because that was the first weekend we had sex, possibly spurring him or her into existence.
That could be Nat and I’s little secret.
Ava has happily volunteered to babysit and is beyond excited to be an aunt. So is Lacey, who invited herself to attend the next ultrasound. The family had agreed to give us space during this first one but next time, no such luck.
There was a running battle of whether the baby was a girl or boy. Lacey and Ava had fully planned a gender reveal party to throw the moment the doctor knew. We swore we would ask the doctor not to tell us, writing it on a piece of paper for aunt eyes only, but I wasn’t sure we would be keeping that promise.
I was dying to know and I knew Nat felt the same.
It was still too soon to find out the gender of the baby at this visit but nothing in this world could stop me from being at the ultrasound to get my first glimpse of our child. Not even a million dollar investment deal had I been offered one that huge.
By the time I arrive at the clinic the nurse has already called Natalie back to take her vitals, weight and ask her to piss in a cup again. The receptionist shows me back to the exam room and I find her speaking to the doctor.
I go to her across the room, cup her face in my palms and kiss her hard. “Hey, baby.”
“You made it.” She breathes out in relief.
The doctor clears her throat. “Glad you made it, Mr. Davis. Natalie
here was refusing to get on the table for the ultrasound until you were here.” She smiles as she teases Nat and gets the gel ready to spread across her belly and turns on a machine she wheels in front of us.
First we hear the heartbeat for the baby pumping strong. I grab Nat’s hand and tears of joy well in her eyes as she looks up at me. I fight my own until the doctor presses the ultrasound wand over her belly, apologizing for the gel being cold. The wand moves around over her belly until she finds a small speck on the screen.
That was my baby. Our baby.
“I love you.” I whisper to her, kissing her gently as we both bask in the moment, the awe of seeing our child for the first time. This baby was real. It was both a sobering and glorious realization.
You can’t tell that a person is growing inside of her. Her stomach is as flat as ever. That’ll change soon as she grows and swells with my baby. The proof is right there in front of us, looking like a tiny lima bean on the ultrasound screen.
The doctor prints off a few pictures from the ultrasound and we both stare at the screen in pure amazement, unable to look away.
Our love had created this life. The thought draws out possessive feelings I didn’t even know I was capable of.
Natalie was mine. She had been for a while but now she was more mine. We were a family now, prepared to share this tiny person that would have pieces of each of us, a perfect blend of us.
There was no going back from here and there was no way in hell I wanted to. This bond between us was solid. Nothing could tear us down. Nothing could tear us apart.
Life was good.
☠ The End ☠
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