by Fifi Flowers
“Hey. Are you just going to stand there watching me with that glorious bulge in your pants, or maybe you'd like to fulfill my gym fantasy?” She asked as a smile played at the corners of her mouth.
I growled moving quickly to her, “You’re a bad girl, bébé!” I had her clothes ripped off, literally, in seconds flat.
“You are going to have to buy me new under garments and a workout outfit!” Melissa exclaimed as I consumed her hot little body.
“I'll buy them by the case full as long as I can rip them off of you.” I bit her neck, panting, “I can't help myself.”
Not another word was spoken. Only growls, groans and moans could be heard.
Melissa…
THIS DAY WAS highly emotional for me. Not only was it our wedding day, but it was also the seventh anniversary of my parents' accident. Part of me was wondering why I have agreed to a wedding on this date. Questioning if it would be a stressful wedding anniversary for us every year. Yet for some reason, maybe my incredible love for this man that I decided to go along with Evan. He had worked hard to make this a special day with new happy memories. He continually assured me this would be a celebration of their lives and our new life together, but I missed them. I wanted them to share this day with us. I wanted them to see that their wish to get us together had come true.
“You okay, bébé?” His hands were on my shoulder, gently caressing me. “You're very tense.” He knew what I was thinking about so to lighten my mood he gave me a little wicked grin and added, “Was our 'workout' not enough?”
I giggled. “My personal trainer was hot. I think he worked out every angle of my body.” I reached up and covered his hands. “Thank you.” And then the tears erupt. “Thank you for saving me. I know today is going to be spectacular because you always make everything perfect, but you know I am thinking about my parents. Wishing they could be here.”
“They will be with us. They're with you every day, Melissa. You have them safe in your heart, and they will never leave.” Evan took me into his big, strong arms, and I felt the warmth of his love. “You ready to head over to the hotel? Lily and Jane keep texting me. My mother and sisters want to help them get you dressed.” I received one more squeeze from my beautiful man as we moved closer to the altar.
Arriving at the hotel, Evan and I kissed goodbye and went our separate ways. When I got to the hotel suite, a makeup artist and two hairdressers are working on all the ladies. I was next. Once they had me all made up, Jane and Lily along with Evan's mother and sisters helped me get into my dress.
My shantung taffeta ball gown silhouette dress was gorgeous. It was the perfect shade of champagne. What other colour would it be? The top was a strapless bodice with a three inch fold-over hem. Its full, chapel-length, pleated skirt had a split front revealing a tulle underlay. The dress was exquisite, and I felt like a princess. How else would I feel on my wedding day, marrying my handsome prince, anticipating the happily-ever-after? The ladies all gasped with “oohs and aahs” when I was all put together.
“Okay, Melissa, we have a few things to present to you. No crying. Your makeup will run.” Lily reached into her bag and pulled out a jewelry box. “Something old.” Opening the box, I saw my mother's pearl earrings. I choked back my tears as I put them in my earlobes.
Biting my lip, I whispered. “I was looking for these this morning. I’m so happy you found them. Merci, Lily.” I kissed Lily on each cheek.
Jane chimed in, not giving me time to think. “Something new was given to you by Evan.” She opened the jewelry box containing the double strand of pearls twisted together. She took them out and fastened them around my neck and she said, “’two lives entwined as one.’ Evan told me to make sure to tell you that as I put them on you. He's got it bad for you.” I giggled and gave her a hug.
“My turn,” said Evan's mom Layla. “Something borrowed.” She asked me to hold out my arm and she hooked a pearl bracelet on my wrist. “Alex gave this bracelet to me on our wedding day. We want you to wear it today. We love you, honey. We're thrilled to welcome you into our family.” A quick hug and she moved away from me and disappeared into the bathroom.
Sylvie and Jennie moved over to me, each squeezing one of my arms. Sylvie spoke first. “Sorry about that. She's upset, crying all morning, talking about your parents.” Jennie added, “She doesn't want to make you cry.”
“I've been crying in Evan's arms, too.”
Layla returned to the room. “Sorry about that, Melissa.”
“The girls explained. Believe me, I understand. No more tears. Like Evan says, it's time to celebrate our new lives together.” Layla hugged me.
“Oh,” said Jennie, “I almost forgot. Something blue.” She told me to lift my left leg and then slipped a blue elastic garter up to my thigh.
Sylvie whistled. “Ooh la la! Melissa, I see you already took care of the blue.” I blushed as they all turned to see icy blue panties with a matching garter belt. What they could see was the icy blue strapless push-up bra; all of it for entertaining my new husband on our wedding night. I giggled.
There was knock on the door. Evan's dad, Alex, was here; ready to walk me down the aisle. He extended his arm to me, and we began our journey.
“I do not intend to make you cry. But I want to tell you a few things.” He gripped my hand in his and continued. “Your parents were very proud of you. You know they're with you today and always.” I simply shook my head. “We are thrilled to have a new daughter.” I smiled up at him. “And last of all, thank you for making Evan so happy. He loves you like crazy.” He took a couple of deep breaths. “That wasn't so bad.” He patted my hand and then moved it back to his side. “Are you ready to get married?”
“Oui... Yes.” I smiled at him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek careful not to leave lipstick. “Let's go see my future husband.” I smiled at the thought of Evan as my husband.
Lily and Jane dressed in midnight blue, floor-length, strapless gowns walked into the ballroom ahead of me. I was waiting nervously behind closed doors when the wedding planner walked up to us. “Ready?” I nodded, she spoke quietly into a headpiece, the doors opened and we made our way down the aisle to the most handsome man I'd ever seen.
Standing at the altar, I saw the man from the holiday window staring at me with love in those incroyable blue eyes. He was wearing a three-piece black tailored suit; ivory shirt and silk champagne tie the exact colour of my dress. He smiled at me, and I could see that, in the short time that I had been away from my beautiful groom, he had shaved off his facial hair. He was smirking at me as only that man could. When I reached Evan, I lifted my hand and stroked his smooth face.
“You look like the first day I saw you in the studio,” I said in a soft whisper.
“Like the man in the window too?” He asked with a sparkling smile.
“Yes. Mmmm. That's going to feel different.” I giggled and received a wicked grin complete with raised eyebrows. He raised my hand, grazing his lips along the inside of my wrist, I swallowed a moan as we tightly linked our hands together and turned to face the presiding judge to begin the ceremony that would seal our lives together.
The ceremony was lovely and brief. Once we were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Evan Duke Crandall, I received a deep, passionate kiss from my husband. After being congratulated by family and friends, Evan whisked me out of the room for a few private moments before we had photographs of us snapped throughout the hotel. While we were captured on film, our guests were treated to the hors d'oeuvres and libations in the stunning Rotunda with its famous tromp l'oeil murals.
Rejoining everyone in the Cotillion Ballroom to celebrate our marriage, I saw that the room had been transformed into an amazing banquet feast filled with flowers and huge topiary trees filled with twinkling lights. In the middle of the room under two crystal chandeliers, a table was dressed in ivory, cream and French blue linens that coordinate with the room's decor. Cream, blushed apricot, and champagne colour flowers along with greenery and high
ornate candelabras added drama down the center of the table. Beyond the dining area, the chapel setting had been removed, and in its place was a small orchestra playing behind a dance floor. To the side, a gorgeous three tier champagne colour fondant wedding cake was on display. It was all so elegant, it took my breath away.
“How did I do, bébé? Are you happy?”
“Oui. C’est magnifique, monsieur.” I softly kissed his delicious lips.
“Mmmm. I'm glad you’re happy. Now, let's have a nice dinner, cut the cake, dance a little and then escape to start our honeymoon and the rest of our lives. J'ai besoin de baiser ma femme. I need to fuck my wife.”
“J’adore when you talk naughty to moi in français.” I say looking into his darken, sexy blue eyes.
Evan…
OUR WEDDING CELEBRATION was wonderful. The dinner was delicious. A six courses meal was accompanied by several bottles of coordinating wines, and of course, there was plenty of champagne for my bride. The cake tasted as good as it looked, it was Melissa's favourite; white cake with vanilla Bavarian cream filling. I twirled her around the dance floor, singing into her ear occasionally and she melted in my arms every time I kissed her. She looked so beautiful but I couldn't wait to strip her of her wedding dress. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Everyone got up and gave a toast. There were tears mixed with laughter. It was a magical night enjoyed by all. When I could no longer stand sharing her with our guests, I thanked everyone for coming, then scooped my wife up in my arms and proceeded out the door, up to our room.
Our suite had been filled with flowers and candles waiting to be lit as I requested. As soon as we were in the room, Melissa started attacking me. She was grabbing for my jacket, eagerly unbuttoning my waistcoat and shirt, loosening my tie, undoing my pants. She acted like she couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.
“Mmmm. No underwear on my husband?” She said dropping to her knees and taking my hard cock deep into her mouth.
Grabbing her shoulders, I moaned. “Bébé, stop. Let me get you out of your dress.”
She shook her head from side to side, moving my hands away and continued her assault on me. “Oh bébé. That feels so good.” She was sliding her tongue up and down my shaft, paying attention to every inch. Over and over she sucked me in and then all the way out to swirl her pink tongue around my engorged tip, and then sucked me deep into the back of her throat. I tried to stop her, but she insisted I come in her mouth. Watching her, I panted loudly, growling her name, releasing as she wished.
My beautiful bride licked her lips. Looking up at me, she murmured, “yum,” before she stood and attacked my lips with her hot little mouth. I could taste my come on her lips.
It was so erotic, I had to control myself. I wanted to rip her dress in half and fuck her until she couldn't walk. Taking a few deep breaths, I spun her around and deftly unbutton the million, tiny champagne pearls down the back of her dress. As soon as it hit the floor, my mouth dropped open at the sight of her icy blue lingerie. I growled, “Oh bébé, you're going to fucking kill me.”
She giggled. This woman had no idea what her giggle did to me. It was so fucking sexy. Desperately needing to be in her, I ripped her panties off and lifted her up She nibbled my bottom lip and wrapped her legs around me as I walked her a short distance across the room and pushed her up against the wall. She purred, “Oh mon dieu,” as I slammed into her, driving deep into her pussy with my thick cock, making her moan over and over. She felt so good. So wet. So tight. I love how her walls squeeze me, breathlessly she panted, “Oh Evan, I'm going to come. Evan. It's too good. I can't stop.”
I captured her mouth with mine, and she moaned, clamping onto my cock even harder and I joined her, spill into her, screaming her name. “Oh bébé, you're the best.” With her body still wrapped around mine, I carried her into the bedroom and finished undressing my wife. I was not done with her yet. It would be a wonder if we could walk on to the plane tomorrow.
WE MADE IT to the private plane on time. I was not certain, but I think Evan purchased this plane for us. “Monsieur, this is gorgeous,” I commented as I gazed around the cabin.
With a smile on his handsome face, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Go explore, bébé.”
“This is yours, non?” I inquired tilting my head to stare into his pools of blue, and he just grinned.
As I looked around, I didn't need him to answer. There were features everywhere that had his initials on them. The cabin had a neutral backdrop of beige, taupe, brown and grey with decor accents in citron and midnight blue. The cabinetry in the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchenette were all a beautiful dark wood grain veneer. Scattered throughout the aircraft on different pieces of furniture I saw a variety of fancy pillows and a few faux leopard throws that were similar to the one in our bedroom at home.
“What are you grinning about?” Evan inquired, settling himself in one of the pale grey leather chairs in the dining area, opening his tablet on the table.
“Nothing. I'm just happy to be going on a honeymoon with my husband,” I beamed at him.
“I'm sorry things got switched around, bébé. I will definitely make it up to you. You will not be disappointed.”
“Who can complain about Paris?” I said climbing into his lap before we took off. I needed a little snuggle.
We had planned to go to California, but due to a schedule change, we were now on our way to Paris for a few days alone. After Paris, we would be popping around Europe to attend a variety of fashion week events. Evan was still insisting that we buy a beach house; a perfect honeymoon spot, but I had a feeling he had already purchased one. I believed it was only a matter of time before he surprised me with a trip to Malibu. He was quite happy to dish out surprises; however, he was not always thrilled about receiving them. Mr. Duke liked to be in control; everything in its place and everything scheduled. He was definitely not wild about me upsetting his balance, but I though it was good for him every once in a while. I loved the reaction I got, it was so predictable; the raised eyebrows, the chin rub, the head tilt and as long as we were not out in public, the hand raked through his perfectly groomed hair. I laughed to myself. I loved everything about that man. The perfect, and don't tell him, the not so perfect parts.
Still cuddled up in Evan's lap, I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth was lush and perfect for mine. I moaned as he deepened our kiss. “I can't wait to fuck you,” I heard vibrate against my lips and my panties instantly moistened.
I was ready for him now when the flight attendant walked in, softly clearing her throat, “Excuse me, Mr. Duke. We will be departing now. Would you both like a sleeping mask?"
“Sure. Thank you, Sandy.” Evan took the sleeping masks and tosses them on the thick, clear Lucite dining table between our seats. “Hey, bébé, let's buckle up for take off,” he said lifting me off his lap, kissing me passionately. Yummy!
Once we leveled off and were cruising across the ocean, we got comfortable on a plush grey couch adorned with chocolate brown, midnight blue and citron pillows. Evan was generously rubbing my feet. I yawned, and he offered me a sleeping mask. “These have gotten moi into trouble,” I murmured softly looking at the mask resting in my hand.
“What kind of trouble, bébé?” He asked with an inquisitive voice.
Oh merde! Why do I say my thought aloud? It always gets me in trouble.
“How has a sleeping mask gotten you in trouble?” I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as my gaze remained low.
I was quiet, contemplating an answer. Finally I replied, “It was a long time ago. Forget I said anything. We shouldn't talk about our pasts.”
“You've peaked my interest,” he said drawing me closer to him, tilting my head up, and looking intently into my eyes. “Is there a naughtier side to you that I don't know about?”
“It's not something I want to talk about.” Hesitating for a moment, I decided to come clean. “I had sex with a complete and
total stranger.”
“A one night stand? You never saw him again?” Evan asked with a small laugh.
“Something like that. Only worse. I never actually saw what he looked like...” my voice trailed off. Uncertain of his reaction, I turned away from him, avoiding his eyes.
Evan gently put his finger just under my chin, coaxing me to turn back to him. “Your eyes were covered the whole time?” he asked slowly, his brows rose with interest or was it surprise?
Nervously playing with the mask that brought about this discussion in the first place, I answered, “Yes,” in a voice just above a whisper,
Covering my hands to still my nervous fidgeting, he leaned in closer to me, his brows now furrowed with worry, his laughter replaced with concern, “Were you tied up or forced?”
“No,” I said attempting to pull away from his touch, but he refused to let me move. “It was consensual, completely consensual.” With the words out of my mouth, I searched his face for clues to his thoughts, and while at the same time wondering if I actually wanted to know.
Evan leaned back and studied me for several long and painful moments. When he finally asked “Where did this happen?” His eyes narrowed; his voice lowered to a husky whisper.
Biting my lip, I closed my eyes, and as a deep breath escaped my lips I murmured, “Lily took me to a ‘private’ party.”
“Tell me more, bébé. Tell me all of it.” He urged me on with his words, with his voice, with his eyes. I could feel an energy radiating from him, but I had no idea what it meant.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into his blue eyes that had grown dark. Dark with what, I wondered. Lust, anger, intrigue? I couldn't be sure. “I don’t think we should talk about this.” I decided.