“With the power vested in me, you are now pronounced husband and wife.” The officiator leaned into us and murmured, “You may kiss the bride. And you may kiss your Prince Charming.”
Jordan and I turned together to stare at Grannie who winked back at us. I wasted no time wrapping my arms around Jordan and dipping her low for a long, passionate kiss to a round of resounding applause.
***
Jordan
At the tinkling of silverware on glass, I reached out to pull JT’s head over to mine and planted a juicy kiss on his smiling lips. I should’ve brought some chap stick in my little purse. Bring it on. Who was I to complain about the opportunity to kiss my husband so often? JT was my husband!
I gazed out at the banquet hall from my vantage point at the head table. My family had thought of everything. The simple white calla lily arrangement in a stout, round vase contrasted beautifully against the deep red table cloths with white place settings. My favorite decoration was still the white lights twinkling at us from the rafters. It lent an undeniable romantic quality to the room.
I didn’t want the evening to end. The meal was delicious and there was still the cutting of the cake, dancing to the awesome tunes of DJ Mikey Mike, and throwing of the bouquet. My bouquet was gorgeous with the alternating red and white roses and dark green foliage. But it was the white pearls resting in the center of each red rose that made it truly unique. Thank goodness my mother had remembered to buy a tossing bouquet. I wondered who the next lucky girl would be.
“How did we do?” Grannie asked, taking the empty seat next to me.
“It is perfect.”
My mother leaned up against the table from the opposite side. “Anything we missed?”
“Nope,” I smiled. “I couldn’t have done better if I’d planned it myself. Well the parts that had not yet been planned anyway. I love the wedding bands you picked out Mom.”
“I picked out,” JT corrected while leaning over to marvel at his handy work. “This is my wedding too and I wanted to contribute to it.”
“Well I know one thing you didn’t think about Prince Charming.” Grannie said, pulling an envelope out of her purse and handing it to me. “Lucky for you I have your back. This is my wedding present to both of you.”
I stared at the bold words written in fanciful letters across the envelope—Destiny Cruise Lines. I perused the contents—one week Caribbean cruise leaving from Miami—starting tomorrow. My head snapped up and I shook my head before the words came spilling out of my mouth.
“No Grannie,” I said emphatically. “You’ve already done too much for us. This wedding cost a fortune. I’m not leaving you for that long. Your birthday is next Sunday. Did you think about that?”
“Jordan. Now you know your mother pitched in a large portion of the wedding cost. And I’m not going anywhere in a week’s time. I booked the early return flight so you could be back in time to celebrate my birthday.”
I sighed and closed my eyes while taking a deep, calming breath. I recognized her tone of voice. Grannie was not going to budge. I could sit here and argue till I was blue in the face but I wasn’t going to win.
“What’s a marriage without a proper honeymoon?” Grannie asked. “Right, JT?”
“Keep me out of this.” JT laughed and sat back in his chair, giving Mrs. Billette a wink. “I’m not choosing between two of my favorite ladies.”
“I always knew you were pretty smart, despite the fact that you married my sister,” Jared said as he poked JT in the shoulder from around the chair. “I’ll take those tickets off your hands if you’re going to sit there and whine about it all night, Jordan.”
I stuck my tongue out at my brother. “Right, like you know anyone who’d want to be cooped up in a honeymoon suite with you all week on a ship out at sea.”
“What?” he said with a smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t think the chicks dig me? Well let’s just see about that. Leah has been checking me out all night. See, she’s smiling over at me right now. Not that you would’ve noticed, Jordan.” Jared rose from his chair and started in Leah’s direction.
“Jared,” I hissed from my seat, stopping him in his tracks. “She’s my best friend.”
“I know.” He flashed a devilish smile at me and sauntered away, but not before calling out over his shoulder, “Turnabout is fair play. Excuse me while I go work on Leah’s catching skills.”
I turned with gaping mouth to my mother and Grannie for support, but they held up their hands in surrender, and by the silly look on JT’s face, he was going to be no help at all.
“We’re going on the cruise.” I yelled after Jared, but he was already out of earshot.
Chapter Seventeen
The Unveiling
J.T.
I unlocked the front door to our house and then swept Jordan up into my arms to carry her over the threshold. I couldn’t help but indulge in the traditional gesture. We probably should have stayed overnight in a hotel closer to the airport to catch our early morning flight to Miami. But I wanted our first time to be in my bedroom…our bedroom. I had promised Jordan we’d make it back there eventually and tonight I would make good on my promise. What was the point in spending the money on a hotel room when we had no intention of sleeping? There would be plenty of time to sleep on the airplane.
Jordan let out a surprised gasp followed by a throaty chuckle. “Don’t drop me,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly and snuggled her face into my shoulder.
“We need to work on your utter lack of confidence in my abilities.” I said drolly, gazing down at her with a smile.
“I’ve no doubt about some of your abilities,” she teased. “But I step on a scale every day and the dress can’t be helping the cause.”
I began to pant, as if her weight was simply too much to handle. “Then I better hurry and get you out of it.”
“Finally.” She sighed and gazed up at me, her eyes dark with desire.
All thoughts of teasing melted away and were replaced with vignettes of the pleasurable fantasies I had been conjuring up over the course of the past two weeks. Although I had been cockily confident I could break down Jordan’s defenses and get her to cave into having sex, she had proven quite stubborn in her will to make me cave first to an earlier wedding date. It seemed to me we were both the winners now as I stepped into our bedroom and set her gently on her feet.
My nerves popped aimlessly around my gut, like the die caught in the bubble of a Trouble board game. Every time I thought I had my nerves under control, they would pop up again and land in another section of my gut. I wanted this first time to be perfect. Please let it be perfect.
“Don’t move.” I said softly and then walked over to open the blinds, allowing the light of the full moon to wash over us and bathe the room in a warm glow. I turned Jordan around to begin the daunting task of undressing her.
“Shouldn’t we turn on the lights?” she asked softly. “You’re never going to get this dress off of me in the dark.”
“No. I’ll manage. I want to see your full body by the light of the moon. Just like the night when you asked me to be your fiancé. It’s really quite sexy.”
“Is that right,” she giggled while smiling at me over her shoulder, as I slowly worked the tiny buttons open along her back. “You were checking out the moonlight on my skin?”
“After I had already checked out your ass, but you already know that. The best part was the way the moonlight glistened on your wet bottom lip,” I said, dipping down to place soft wet kisses along her neck and across her bare shoulder. “I was so close to touching your lips that night.”
I could feel her body respond with a slight shudder and my hands paused in their labor to reach around and pull the bodice down just far enough to free her heavy breasts into my waiting hands. Her nipples were already hard buds, screaming to be rolled lightly between my fingers. I tugged and pinched each bud until she relaxed against my body and let out a husky moan that sent b
lood rushing to my groin.
In that moment I knew she was already wet for me, but I wasn’t done paying homage to her perfectly round mounds. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I twirled her around and drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking one and then the other, over and over while varying the intensity of the pressure of my tongue, flicking and then sucking again. The little mewling sounds she made drew a smile to my face.
“Did I just make you purr like a kitten?” I asked with a soft chuckle.
I felt quite pleased with myself at the idea and it must have shown on my face because as soon as Jordan pulled away and gazed down at me, she began giggling uncontrollably. Her large bosom bounced and jiggled, causing me to join in laughing until my gut ached. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sat down next to me until we both were able to finally catch our breaths. I continued the arduous task of undoing her dress, anxious to see what was hiding under the satin skirt.
When the last of the buttons was free, Jordan stood and stepped out of her gown to reveal the yellow lace panties she’d worn the night of our hallway tryst. Only this time it was accompanied by lace trimmed thigh highs and four inch spiked heels. I lost all coherent thought as I lapped up the lovely vision she made and silently motioned for her to turn around so I could get the full effect of the moonlight glowing on her skin.
“You wore the yellow lace,” I said with a hoarse voice. “I never saw them from behind. It’s a fabulous view.”
She came and stood between my legs, wrapping her arms lightly around my neck. “I had to improvise. I never planned my wedding undergarments. I could’ve done much better.”
“I like these,” I said as I tugged on the thigh highs. “Leave them on—the shoes too. Maybe you’ll get a purr out of me.”
She chuckled and then stepped back to unbutton my shirt, but I had lost patience for clothing and stood, yanking it out of my trousers and then over my head together with my undershirt. Within seconds, I was down to my boxer shorts and socks. Jordan slowly ran her hands along my bare chest from my heart outward to my shoulders and then rounding back to the center to slip casually down to the line of my boxers.
“It’s my turn to worship,” she murmured while slipping her hands into the waistband and pushing my skivvies over the round hump of my butt until they fell to the floor with a whoosh. With a strength which belied her small frame, she pushed me back onto the bed and kneeled at the edge, removing one sock at a time, but keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“Socks aren’t very sexy,” she said with a small smile lifting the corner of her mouth.
Spreading my legs, she lay on her belly and propped herself up with her elbows touching my thighs. I rested my head on my crossed arms and enjoyed the view of her lacy round bottom, with her legs swinging in the air, and four inch heels swaying back and forth. Very HOT. But not as hot as her slightly parted lips which looked keen on drawing my full length into her mouth.
“I could watch you like this all night,” I said, smiling lazily at her. “Wish I had a camera.”
“Oh, hell no,” Jordan said, shaking her head, “only in your dreams, babe.”
“Let the dreaming begin.”
I watched in breathless anticipation as her hand enclosed around me and began to slowly rub my full length. Blood raced to the spot and I grew even harder and longer. Her eyes popped up to mine in a moment of utter amazement.
“You’re quite exceptional, JT,” she said before she lowered her head and covered me completely in the hot wetness of her mouth.
The force of it took me by surprise and I shuddered lightly as I lay back flush against the bed, allowing all thoughts to drift away, except for the sheer bliss of feeling her mouth licking and sucking. She suddenly drew her knees up to her chest, propping herself up on her hands and allowing for a better angle to draw me even further into her throat. She was relentless, up and down my shaft in long, deep motions. I could feel the pressure building, bringing me closer and closer to release, and drawing a prolonged guttural moan from the depths of my gut.
“Don’t stop,” I cried out when she lifted her head to gaze at me.
“That sounded more like a lion’s roar than a kitten’s purr,” she said with a satisfied grin playing on her lips. “I’ll take it.”
I lunged up at her, taking her by surprise and flipping her deftly onto her back. The panties were disposed of within seconds. “You want to hear me roar, just give me one minute buried inside of you. You ready? I can’t be slow this first time. Maybe after the second or third but I’m begging you to let it be fast.”
She nodded her head and I spread her thighs with my legs, leading with my finger to make sure she was ready for me. The hot, wetness greeting me nearly made me cum on the spot and I wasted no time plunging into her depths.
“Holy…” she gasped and lifted her hips to meet my thrust.
I stilled immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t stop.” she cried out and pulled my head down to hers to kiss me as I continued to pump into her, picking up speed as our tongues dueled furiously. I felt her hands grasping at my back, making their way to my butt and drawing me harder and quicker into her until I suddenly burst into flames, my orgasms overpowering me and robbing me of my ability to think. I collapsed next to her on the bed, trying my best not to crush her.
“Fuck me.” I moaned. What the hell just happened?
“Again already?” she asked with a giggle.
“Damn that was good. It was good, wasn’t it?” I glanced over at her, suddenly worried that maybe I had miss-timed the climax for her.
“Amazing,” she said and rested her head on her elbow while she raked her gaze over my naked body. “I’ve never climaxed so fast. But you’re just…too good to be true.”
“Ditto, babe,” I said and then a wide grin spread across my face. “Thank God we didn’t suck at sex together; kind of dangerous to wait until we were married to make sure we’re compatible.”
“Did you really have any doubts?”
“Not really.”
“Even if,” she said, “then we’d just have to practice. I’m a perfectionist.”
“Maybe we should practice anyway.” I ran my hand along her neck and then over her shoulder, making a slow but definite trail down to the apex of her thighs. She was warm and wet and I massaged gently, watching as her eyes darken with every stroke. I was hard again within seconds.
“I think I lied earlier,” I whispered as I slid back into her. “Maybe four times before I can take it slow.”
“We’ve got forever,” she said, smiling up at me. “Just don’t stop loving me.”
“Never,” I sighed and wrapped her in my arms.
Epilogue
The Scrapbook
Jordan
Grannie laid out the materials in front of us: wedding invitation, ceremony program, pictures of the bride and groom alone, with family, and with the wedding cake. We were ready to prepare the final pages of the scrapbook. Only this time it would be me and JT doing the honors as Grannie watched from the sidelines. It was our special day.
I flipped to the last two pages of the book and handed ribbon and scissors to JT, while I placed the memorabilia at different angles, trying to decide how best to fit all of it on the pages.
“What do I do?” JT asked as he fumbled with the scissors. “How long do I make this? I don’t want to mess it up. Fourteen years of love and devotion and I’m going to ruin the last two pages of your scrapbook. You sure you want me doing this?”
I giggled and rolled my eyes at Grannie. “You won’t mess it up JT. It’s two simple cuts, one at four and a half inches and one at six and a half inches long. And yes, I want you to do this with me. It was our wedding day.”
It had been Grannie’s idea to recycle the black satin ribbon trim from the wedding cake to make frames for the pictures. Such a brilliant idea. JT set the picture at an angle on the page and glued the ribbon frame down around it. The picture brought a smile to my face.
It was my favorite one of us at the reception. JT had already disposed of the bow tie and his shirt lay casually open at the neckline. His arms were stretched out behind the chairs on either side of him with two of his favorite women, me and Grannie, leaning in close and smiling.
When everything was glued onto the pages and we had thoroughly reminisced about both the wedding and our amazing honeymoon, there was just one thing left to do. Write the final letter.
Dear Daddy, Mom Murphy and Dad Murphy,
We officially tied the knot on Saturday, July 27, 2013 at six o’clock in the evening at the beautiful Canterbury Castle in Canterbury Village, compliments of Mom and Grannie Billette. We were delighted everyone made it to the ceremony despite the extremely short notice. Who knew a wedding and reception could be planned in two months? Good thing the groom finally came to his senses three weeks before the wedding! And though you all were not with us in person, we know you were with us in spirit, carried forever in our hearts. Mom and Grannie walked me down the aisle. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it with all of the blubbering going on, but alas, as you can see by my married name, we did! Hope you don’t mind Daddy, but I asked Jared to do the honors of dancing with me for the daddy/bride dance and Aunt Mary stepped in for the mother/groom dance. It was a truly magical evening. A wish come true!
Love,
Mr. and Mrs. Justin Theodore Murphy
(a.k.a. Sweet Pea and JT)
THE END
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