He was due to receive his sentencing within a few weeks, and the expectation is that he would be locked away for dozens of years if not life.
“It’s been a good week,” I acknowledged. “Wrapping things up and putting them behind me, starting on new paths.” I traced my finger down his chest. “I couldn’t be happier.”
“I’ve been so proud of you, Liberty,” Stephen said. “I love you so much.”
The words raced through my body like a gunshot—I’d never tire of hearing them. I pulled his head down to mine and showed him exactly what I thought of that.
“I love you too,” I said when we broke apart. “It’s still hard to believe you want me.”
“Of course I do,” he said. “How could I not when you’re… you? One more thing—will you move in with me? I’d love to have you here all the time.”
It was another no brainer. Stephen and I had spent months together growing close and enjoying each other’s company—physically and mentally. I loved my independence, but I spent almost all my non-working hours here already. I could almost reach all four walls of my tiny studio apartment from the middle of the room and spending any time at all there made me feel claustrophobic.
“Yes, of course I’ll move in with you!” I said. “Half my clothes are here anyway.”
He picked me up and set me on the edge of the counter so that my head was level with his. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close as we kissed deeply.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he growled into my ear. “My model deserves to live in luxury.”
He moved his mouth to cover my neck, and I gasped as he gently bit the soft skin hard enough to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. He was a master at walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.
Stephen ran his hands up my thighs, dipping underneath the hem of the short dress I’d worn out. He gripped my ass and lifted me off the counter, carrying me across the apartment to the master bedroom, vegetables forgotten.
I clung to his neck and worked to get his shirt off on the move, freeing it and throwing it to the floor in the hallway. By the time I’d undone the top button on his pants he’d reached the bed and tossed me on top, following like a lion stalking his prey.
Palms on the insides of my thighs spread my legs, and the dress rode up to my waist to reveal the delicate panties underneath.
I gripped his hair as he teased me, nibbling the skin on either side of the lacy fabric and grasping my ass to pull the cheeks apart ever so slightly.
I flung my head back against the bed as he pulled the panties off, exposing me to his passion. His hot breath washed over me moments before his tongue made contact.
“Stephen,” I breathed. Electric shocks ran along my skin from where his mouth played over me, his tongue barely making contact but still feeling impossibly good.
He spent long minutes between my legs, taking his time building my passions into a roaring fire, riding the bucking of my hips as he brought me to the edge and over. I pulled his head against me and clamped my thighs against his ears as I came.
“Oh God! Right there! Don’t stop!”
Stephen always knew when to stop and pull away before I became too sensitive. Waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me oblivious to anything else.
By the time I recovered enough to gather my senses, Stephen had climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply. I ran my hands along his back, feeling the powerful muscles ripple under his skin as he held himself up.
“You are far too good at that,” I told him when he broke the kiss. “You should give lessons to men less orally gifted.”
“Is that right?” he asked. “Help make the world a better place for women everywhere?”
I grinned. “It might bring on world peace. If everyone felt this good all the time, what would anyone have to get angry about?”
As I spoke Stephen lined himself up with my entrance and spread me apart with his manhood.
“Oh! Fuck, that feels so good.”
We had done away with condoms early in the relationship, and I was grateful every time we had sex. The sensuous feeling of smooth skin sliding against each other was heavenly. Already primed by his tongue, his cock slid inside without a hitch.
“I love feeling you wrapped tight around me,” Stephen said, his low voice throbbing in my ear. He pressed deeper, so that his pubic bone pressed up against my clit and his head reached deep inside of me.
I moaned in agreement and slid my hands down so I could urge him on with my hands. He pumped inside of me and covered my neck with his mouth until I lost myself in a sea of sensation.
We rose together, driving each other higher with touches, moans and words.
Stephen stared into my eyes as the peak drew near. “You’re mine, Liberty.”
His words pushed me over the edge, the raw power and possessiveness of his voice leaving no doubt.
I nodded back as I came. “Take me, Stephen!”
After a few more hard thrusts, Stephen slammed his hips against mine and drove himself to the hilt inside of me. His cock grew even thicker and pulsed, the warmth of his seed filling me and feeling like nothing else could.
He collapsed on top of me—not heavy enough to crush me but his body covering me in a comforting way.
“I love you,” I said when I caught my breath.
He raised himself enough to look at my face. His eyes were dark and intense. “I love you too, Liberty. So much more than I can express.”
“Nice day.”
It was gorgeous out. The perfect day for an outdoor wedding. Just like I had envisioned when I was a little girl—if smaller.
I looked at Lacy. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Are you ready?”
My heart beat heavy in my chest, but the nervous tremors in my arms had melted away in the warm sun. “I think so. It’s not like there are that many people to get up in front of.”
Lacy laughed. “That’s a fact. I wonder if they’ve ever set out so few chairs for a wedding here before.”
“Well, I have no family. No immediate relatives, anyway. And I’m not close to any of my cousins or aunts. Stephen has his brothers but their parents are gone. That leaves my friends, and I have only a few close ones.”
Lacy was my maid of honor, and I didn’t bother with any other bridesmaids. I’d invited John from Dorgo’s and a few of servers. After a handful of the models and others from the agency there were less than ten guests on my side of the aisle.
Stephen had kept his invite list to the same number. Derek was his best man, and most of his guests were friends from medical school.
The great thing about such a small wedding was no need to stand on ceremony. Traditions didn’t matter to me, so instead of someone giving me away, I was walking alone.
“Shall we?” I asked Lacy.
She poked her head around the corner of the big building toward where the ceremony waited and gave the signal wave. The music changed subtly as the piano player entered the opening strains of the processional.
I waited twenty seconds after Lacy left before starting my approach. Calm, measured steps brought me into full sight of the guests. I barely even noticed them because all I could see was Stephen.
He stood at the front, devastatingly handsome in a fitted black tuxedo. His eyes caught and held mine, his face split in a wide grin.
The walk was taking too long—I wanted to be beside him.
Screw this. It’s my day and I can do whatever I want.
I gathered my train up in my hands and ran down the short aisle. Once I got to the front I pulled Stephen to me and kissed him. To the piano player’s credit, he finished the song with a flourish. A wave of laughter and clapping came from the crowd.
“Hi,” I said with a grin as I stepped back to my side of the arch.
“Eager?” Stephen asked with a wink.
“Maybe a little.”
The minister waited with a bemused look on his face for us to finish and compose ourselve
s.
The rest of the ceremony played out without a hitch. We’d planned it to be short and sweet and to the point—a few words by the minister, the vows and rings. With such a small audience filled with only close friends, there was no need for anything long and elaborate.
At the end of it all, Stephen pulled me in for our first kiss as a married couple while our friends clapped.
“I love you, Liberty.”
“I love you, Stephen.”
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