by Mia Michelle
When we discussed it the night before, he insisted on hiring a professional wedding crew to handle all of the details. He said he wanted me to have the wedding of my dreams and any wish was mine to come true. What he doesn’t know is that he truly is my wish come true.
I told him that I didn’t want a bunch of strange people fussing about me and handling our special day for me. I wanted something very simple and it would mean more if I handled it. He didn’t argue with me he just smiled and nodded. The only thing he had asked was that he could pick the venue. It seemed really important to him so I had agreed. I can’t help but wonder what my beautiful husband-to-be has up his overly expensive Armani sleeve.
It is official. August 17th will be our wedding day! I smile as I stand before the large oval mirror while the seamstress makes the last of the dress adjustments. Who knew that a late afternoon lunch date with Kylie would have led me to a new boutique where I would find the dress of my dreams? It had been the first and only dress that I tried on. Now, standing in front of that antique mirror I know without a doubt that I have found the perfect dress for my perfect day.
The dress is beyond elegant with its vintage cream lace that lightly sweeps over my shoulders and forms a scalloped v-cut down my chest. The lace body conforms to my curvy figure perfectly, as the long length flows to the floor. The back of the dress is open all the way to my lower back and has a short lace train that is attached with antique crystal gems. I am hoping that Sebastian loves it as much as I do.
We settled on two different dress designs for both Sophie and Kylie, who are both going to be my maids of honor. Both dresses are a different hue of silver and as unique in their design as my two favorite women’s personalities. Every detail seemed to be going fantastic, except the fact I remained clueless about where I am getting married. With a small wedding of around 150 guests Sebastian already had invitations secretly hand delivered and is continuing to leave me in the dark.
After several blissful hours of ‘practicing for our honeymoon’, we lay completely sated in our bed holding one another. His gentle hands trace over my arm and I snuggle into his firm chest. I look up at him and decide to see if he will finally tell me the place he has been keeping a secret… our wedding venue.
“Will you please do something for me?” I say sweetly, batting my eyes at him.
He laughs and responds, “You know I will do anything for you, my sweet girl.” I was just about to continue asking him, when he continues, “but there is no way I’m telling you where we are getting married,” he says and laughs again at my scowl. I rear back and smack him hard against his chest.
“OUCH, wife!” He pretends to be hurt.
“I’m not your wife yet. You know I just might not even show up. A wedding with a lost bride… just how sad would that be?” I pout. He laughs and gently pulls me close into him kissing my forehead.
“My beautiful bride lost? My heart belongs to you so you can trust that I will always find you,” he replies softly, kissing me passionately. His hand moves down my hip, he pulls me against him, and I can feel just how much he wants me again. Pulling me into our bedroom, he jokes about needing to practice our honeymoon techniques a bit more. I laugh and follow him shaking my head.
Like we don’t already have that down pat by now.
Sebastian
It is three in the afternoon, and I still can’t wipe the smile off my face from our earlier lunch date in my office. Neither one of us actually did much eating, but I wasn’t hungry for anything except her. I can still taste her sweet essence on my lips and smell her sweet candy scent on my clothes.
Damn! I’m getting hard again just thinking about her.
As I sat there staring at the picture on my desk of the two of us, I still can't believe she is actually going to be my wife soon. The thought of being able to have her for the rest of my life makes me feel like the luckiest fucking man alive! I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure she knows just how much she means to me. I will do anything to make sure she is always happy.
She left work earlier this afternoon to see about some of our wedding plans, and I already miss her like fucking crazy. I know it sounds insane, but every time she leaves me, I feel like I can’t breathe. It makes me fear how I will survive if she actually finds out about that night so long ago. I don’t think I can go on if she leaves me.
I can’t ever tell her. She will never be able to forgive me. I CAN’T LOSE HER!
I shove the thoughts from my mind and throw myself into the work that has piled up on my desk. Two hours later, I am pulled from my work by my cell phone and I gaze at her smiling face on my screen.
“Hey, baby! I just stopped by Marie’s to see her ideas for our wedding cake and it’s going to be absolutely stunning! I still have some places to stop at, and then I’m meeting Kristina at the studio to help choreograph her routine. Do you want to meet me there around 7:00 and we can go to dinner?”
“That sounds good. I miss you, baby.”
“I’ve only been gone a few hours, Sebastian. Besides, how can you possibly miss me after our lunch time together?”
“I started missing you the moment I pulled my cock out of your body, baby. I’d die a happy man inside of you.”
“You’re awful, Sebastian!” she giggles into the phone.
That laugh is so fucking phenomenal. I am so damn lucky that I will get a lifetime of them.
“I know.” I laugh before I continue, “I’ll pick you up at the studio at 7:00, okay?” I tell her as I look down at my watch.
“See you then, baby. I love you,” she says sweetly.
“I love you more,” I tease her back and then I end the call.
I return to the massive pile of work on my desk and try to distract myself until I need to leave to meet her.
Pulling up to the old ballet studio, I notice her car is parked in the side lot. The studio looks awfully dark and instantly I become alarmed. Quickly, I make my way to the back entrance and let myself in.
“Skylar?” I call down the long dark hallway. When she doesn’t answer I call for her again, “SKYLAR!”
“Hi, baby,” she purrs in my ear as she steps out of the darkness and in front of me. Relief floods over me at the feel of her warmth.
“Why is it so dark in here? I can’t even see you,” I say to her in a confused tone.
“Well, I kind of have a surprise for you,” she teases.
“You do, huh?” I tease her back while I pull her to me.
“MMMHHH,” she mumbles while she presses her sweet luscious lips to mine. Our tongues move slowly and she slides her hand around my tie to pull me closer to her. I push her against the wall and deepen the kiss then slowly make my way down her neck.
“I missed you, my beautiful girl,” I whisper against her ear.
“I missed you too, baby. Are you ready for your surprise now?” she asks me softly.
“You bet I am. So where is it?” I begin looking over my shoulder like an excited kid at Christmas. I don’t know why I even bothered looking it was so damn dark in here.
“Oh no, not so fast there, Mr. Thorne. First we need to do something,” she says seductively as she frees my tie from the collar of my shirt. She wraps the silk fabric around my head to cover my eyes and secures it tightly, earning a loud grunt from me. She trails her hand around my body to my chest and slowly slides it to remove my suit jacket and I hear it hit the floor beside me. Slipping her hand down my waist, she pulls me by my belt buckle towards her. I’m sure she can feel the desperation that has come to full attention in my pants.
I allow her to pull me further into the studio and suddenly she stops and spins me around. Her soft hands now trail down my body and force me to sit. She leans in and I feel her long soft curls brush across my face. Her sweet cotton candy smell is driving me crazy, and I want my hands on her… right now. I make a grab for her, but she pulls back away from me and giggles at my attempt.
“Mmm… Mr. Thorne… Patience! Now, I hav
e a few rules for your surprise,” she says seductively with her sweet voice. She drags her delicate fingers across my bottom lip and I grin at her newfound boldness and allow her take control.
She has no fucking idea how much I want to bury myself in her right now.
“First rule is that you must keep your hands to yourself.”
Is she kidding me right now? Sweet Jesus, I’m not going to be able to control myself.
Second and final rule. You must stay in the chair at all times. Do you think you can behave yourself and follow my rules?” she whispers in my ear.
“Oh, baby, fuck… I’ll do my damnedest,” I desperately reply.
Suddenly, Sade’s No Ordinary Love begins playing throughout the speakers and I feel her move behind me. She slides her hands down my chest as she works the top few buttons of my shirt free, and then I feel her sit in my lap facing me. I fight like hell to keep my hands to myself, but I lift my hips up to push my hardness against her. Her lips find mine, and I feel her tongue tenderly trace my lower lip.
She untucks my shirt from my pants and grinds herself into my hardness.
HOLY FUCK!
My heart is pounding so damn hard right now that I have to grip the sides of the chair to keep from taking her right then and there. She slips her hands around my head and removes the blindfold from my eyes and steps away from me.
I look around the dark room and realize that I am sitting in the middle of the mirrored dance floor surrounded by candles. The flickering glow of the candlelight dances off her face and I can see her turquoise eyes glowing back at me. She is wearing a short black coat that is tied around her waist and black stilettos that wrap around her ankles and tie into a bow.
Torturously slow, she unties her coat and lets it fall to the floor. It is then that I am rendered speechless. She stands in a black lace bra and matching lace boy shorts with black garter belts securing her nude stockings. The bra pushes up her heavy tits, and they taunt me as I drag my eyes down her body.
SWEET JESUS! SHE IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION!
Chris Brown’s Sweet Love now plays through the speakers and she begins slowly moving her body to the music. Turing to face the mirror in front of me she leans all the way over and pushes her glorious ass up high into the air while she slides her hands down her gorgeous long legs. She slowly raises her body back up and my eyes lock with hers in the mirror. She lifts her dark long waves up into her hands and twists her hips as she slowly moves her body provocatively down to the floor. Once she is on the ground, she moves on all fours and begins slowly crawling to me. Her tits bounce as if they were begging me to set them free.
She kneels before me and runs her hand down the outside of my pants then squeezes my hardness in her hand. She never breaks my stare as she unbuckles my belt and slides it around my waist flinging it carelessly behind her. She straddles me in the chair and begins grinding her folds up against me in perfect sync to the music. Her delicious breasts rise in the air as arches her back away from me allowing her hands to fall to the floor. Amazed at her agility, I watch as she pulls her body back up to face me.
Gripping my shirt she frantically pulls me to her and kisses me with such fierceness that I swear I am about to come in my pants. With a violent tug, she rips my shirt open and I hear the buttons scatter across the hard wood floor of the room. That’s all it takes… Game over! I want in her… NOW!
Skylar
I see the look in his eyes and I grin. I knew he wouldn’t be able to follow my rules for very long. In one swift movement, he slams his mouth against mine and lifts me out of the chair. I wrap my legs around his waist as he grips my ass to pull me across his throbbing hardness. I can feel how wet I am for him and I want him in me now. He slams me against the hard, mirrored glass wall and I tug at his hair while we continue frantically moving our tongues against one another. With my body still pressed against the wall, he buries his face in my chest and yanks my breast free.
Licking and biting my breast he continues to grind himself against me as he fondles the other breast. He looks up at me with those warm amber eyes and smiles while he moves his hand down my stomach. Suddenly, I feel him slide his fingers inside of me and I gasp at the entry and push down into his thrusting hand.
I don’t want him to be gentle with me. Right now, I want him to be rough.
I bite his neck and push my butt against the mirror. He growls and I feel him rip the lace free from my hips. Suddenly his face is buried in my folds and he begins sucking and licking frantically on my clit while I continue rocking my hips into his face.
“OH… SEBASTIAN! I’m going to… AHHHH!” I scream as I climax. I feel my warm release and he begins desperately licking my folds clean. Through his darkened gaze, he stares at me while he moves back up to kiss me long and hard. I taste myself on his tongue and find it so erotic that I let out a loud moan of pleasure.
He slides me back down his body and I drop to the floor. Kneeling I unbutton his pants and pull his boxer briefs down to free his beautiful long cock. I wrap my hands around his length and take him slowly into my mouth. He lifts my hair as I take more of him into my mouth and leans his back against the glass wall.
“Oh fuck…FUCK, baby!” He cries as I begin stroking him up and down, I lick and suck down his long length. I taste the sweet taste of his pre cum in my mouth and I continue looking up into his beautiful eyes. Suddenly, he pulls me around and pushes me forward into the nearby ballet bar on the opposite mirrored wall. With his tie in his hand, he begins securing my wrists to the bar. Moving behind me I feel him caress my ass and I lock eyes with him in the mirror in front of us. He teases my entry with his cock as he slides it up and down into my soaking wet folds.
“Please take me, Sebastian. I need you inside me now!” I beg him.
I push my ass out against him, he grabs my hips, and with one furious thrust forward, he is inside me. Over and over, he slams into me from behind and I can feel the deep pressure of my release already building.
“Oh fuck yes, baby! You feel SO FUCKING amazing. Push your ass back into me, baby. YES! Just like that!” he shouts and I feel myself about to topple over the edge of bliss. I want to close my eyes and savor the pleasure that is about to erupt, but his words catch me.
“Look at me, baby. I want you to keep those beautiful eyes on me when you come,” he pleads.
My walls tighten and I hear him growl in response.
“OH... SEBASTIAN!” I scream and continue staring deep into his eyes.
He reaches around me and unties my hands from the bar, but leaves them tied together. He pulls out of me and lifts me back up around him. The music changes to Massive Attack’s Angel as I wrap my bound hands around his neck. With my legs wrapped around his strong body, he slowly enters me. The change of the music has slowed our tempo, making our movements tender as we begin slowly kissing each other. We now share breaths as our labored breathing becomes more and more frantic. Our bodies move as one and I feel a connection with him different than ever before. It’s spellbinding and it soars throughout every fiber of my body.
Tenderly and lovingly, he glides his long length in and out of my body. I watch the candlelight dance off his warm amber eyes while my body begins trembling with intense pleasure. I feel it building and building unlike anything I have ever experienced, and suddenly I am screaming out his name, as I remain staring deep into his eyes. He roars his release with mine and I feel the wet tears fall down my face.
I love him so much. He has saved me from the darkness.
He wipes the tears away with his thumb and tenderly kisses me. When I look back at him, I see that he too has tears in his eyes.
“You are my life, Skylar. I love you so much, baby,” he says softly while he brushes my hair away from my face.
“Not as much as I love you, “I whisper back before crashing my lips to his.
I look at the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with and realize that even if I have a million lifetimes with him it will never eve
r be enough.
Sebastian
We sit on the floor of the studio wrapped in each other’s arms as I stare into the dancing flames of the flickering candles. The room looks magical with the glowing candlelight reflecting off the long mirrored wall behind us. I gently stroke her bare arms and breathe in her delicious intoxicating scent while smiling into her hair.
“I can’t wait to become your wife,” she sweetly proclaims, breaking the loud silence in the room.
“Me either, baby. I am dying to start calling you Mrs. Thorne. Besides, just think of how much money I will save on a housekeeper,” I joke and she jabs me hard in the ribs.
“OUCH!” I yell out in pain and pretend to be badly wounded. She immediately begins checking my injuries and I have to bite my lip to keep the smile off my face.
She can be such a pushover sometimes.
Once she sees that I am not injured she shoots me a mischievous expression before continuing speaking.
“Well, MOST of all I can’t wait to have lots and lots of babies with you!” she exclaims with a huge grin on her face. Laughing, I force her back down onto her back and hold both of her hands above her head. I crawl slowly over her perfect body and pin her down on the floor. I can already feel myself growing hard again. All it would take is one tilted move of my hips and I could be right back in her deliciously sweet warm folds, but instead of thrusting into her I grind myself on the outside of her opening just to tease her.
“Lots and lots of babies, huh?” I say, using her words to tease her back. I release her hands and she wraps them tightly around my neck and pulls me closely into her.
“LOTS!” she shouts and then begins laughing I stifle her laughter by pressing my lips against hers and deepening our slow passionate kiss. I slide my hand onto her toned stomach and begin gently caressing the delicate skin near her navel ring. The thought of her one day carrying my child makes me happy as fuck. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind getting started working on that part right now.
She sits up and slowly and turns to face me. I can’t help but revel in her stunning beauty. The lines of her elegant face grow serious and I instantly become alarmed.