Maxwell embraced the older woman who held on to him for some time.
Then Lola hugged the woman who deserved to be called her mom and grand mom rolled into one.
Both women shed happy tears for long minutes.
The sentimental church wedding ceremony was followed by a lovely wedding reception at Fams Embassy Suites along Lagos-Badagry Expressway.
It was the best day of Maxwell and Lola’s lives. They spent the entire day celebrating their wedding with lots of laughter, eating, drinking, singing and dancing with family and friends.
After Grandy prayed for the newly-wedded couple, Joe Ossai made a toast to the bride and groom.
Secured in their agreement that Joe would check in on Grandy and the kids for the next three weeks, Maxwell scooped his wife off her feet and they rode off into the sunset to begin their honeymoon.
Chapter 15 – Feels So Good
Paris, City of Love
Lola
From the second their feet hit the streets of Paris in France, the global centre of fashion, culture, art and cuisine, Lola could not stop giggling.
Before they landed at Paris-Charles De Gaulle Airport a couple of hours earlier, she had told her husband she did not want to waste any minute of their stay in the City of Love cushioned indoors.
But one thing surpassed her love for a city she had dreamed about as a little girl.
“Sex and sightseeing are the only two things I’m interested in,” Lola purred in Maxwell’s ear. The train of the sleeveless berry gown floated behind her.
Standing inside their hotel suite now, Maxwell lifted the gorgeous layered, tulle dip hem of her fitted dress. He had already ditched his clothes, except his boxer briefs.
Nude now except for her bra and thongs, she reached behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra. But her husband grabbed her hands and stopped her.
Breathing heavily, Maxwell’s blue eyes sparkled and then thinned. The woody and citrus notes of his perfume tickled her senses, so she swallowed.
“You smell delicious!” she whimpered, taking in a long breath.
“How delicious?”
“Extremely!” She pasted her lips to his chest, caressed his shoulders with her fingers and stroked his turgid nipple with the tip of her tongue.
Stiffening, he cuddled her waist with long fingers.
“Do you like my melon boobs?”
Maxwell hard-pressed her to himself and grunted in her hair. “Yeah, I love your melon boobs because they are big and gorgeous.”
Trembling in his arms, she slid her hands around his back and raked her fingers across his waist. His skin felt warm and vibrant. Against her thigh, his erection throbbed.
Arousal reached fever pitch inside her heat.
He cupped her body with loving hands, then lowered his head and pressed his face against her cleavage. She moved her hands around his toned and tattooed biceps. While he pricked the swell of her breasts with his teeth and tongue, she moaned as raw pleasure assembled in her veins.
“This is my dream,” he groaned.
His deep voice now spiced with passion heightened her desire.
Licking her lips, she traced her fingers down to his butt. Impatient to touch him, she dipped her hands inside his boxer briefs and squeezed his toned ass.
“Ahh,” she moaned softly and clenched her fingers harder around his butt cheeks. His butt tensed hard.
Heat coursed through her body.
She arched her back the moment Maxwell pulled down her lace bra with his teeth to uncover her left hardened nipple. He licked and kissed the darkened flesh with his tongue. Heat from moments ago altered to flames and blazed through her chest.
“Ah...ah...” Lola moaned louder.
She could not help herself as she clipped his bulging upper arm with one hand to steady her wobbling legs.
Maxwell draped her nipple with his mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh, my L-Lord!” She inhaled sharply, scalded from the blaze burning to her mound.
Not satisfied with one breast, her husband moved across to her right nipple, ground her skin with his tongue, stroked her breast with his teeth and then squeezed her other breast with one hand.
Breathing roughly, she cradled his head, whispering, “That feels so good.”
Lifting her off her feet, Maxwell carried her to the bed, sucking on her nipple as he did. Hot liquid gushed through her boobs to her nipples. She hugged his head with her arms, needing to feel even closer to him than she already did.
“I love you,” she moaned as her body ached with need.
Setting her on the bed, he climbed in after her and spread her legs with one knee.
“How much do you love me?” He breathed fast and his eyes dimmed with hot desire.
“Too much,” she purred.
As he grunted, Maxwell cupped her mound with his palm. “You weren’t joking when you said you wore crotchless thong.”
She looked from her red crotchless thong back to her husband’s tautened face. He was flushed a bright red colour. Smiling, she bent her legs and spread wide her thigh.
“Makes it faster for you to plunge inside me.”
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her nudity through the gaping hole in her thong. It felt good to share her body with the man she loved more than anything in the world.
“Want to taste me?” She winked, lifting one leg to place on his shoulder.
He winked back, dipping one finger straight inside her wetness through the hole in the thong.
“I’m going to do more than just taste you.”
She jerked off the bed as millions of currents surged through to her nipples. Her husband rotated his finger inside her and plunged deeper.
“Oh my!” She panted as her chest erupted with ferocious pleasure.
“I’m going to drink every sweet drop,” he growled.
And he lowered himself, face down between her thigh and swept his tongue around the soft flesh pulsing for his attention.
Tremors rushed through her body in circles. She wriggled across the bed, whimpering as his tongue sucked and teased her delicate spot. Her heart pumped like it was going to crash and burn. His tongue continued to swirl around the tender skin while his fingers drove deeper and then came out and plunged inside again. She sobbed as tons of pleasure ruptured in her stomach.
Unable to handle the suffocating flames threatening to engulf her, she gasped. “Maxwel-l!”
Steam gushed from her wetness straight to his mouth.
“Yes, my baby! You taste so freaking sweet!”
He moved one hand up to her nipple and twisted it hard. Fire raced from her nipple to her heat and back up again until she shuddered violently on the bed.
Then he lifted his head and licked his lips.
“Ready for me, wifey?”
Nodding, she gulped in air because she could not speak. But she was ready to make him feel loved. So, she crawled to his side and removed his black and white boxer briefs. Groaning, he stretched on the bed with his eyes steadied on hers.
“I love the length and thickness of your dick,” she moaned, still shaking inside.
Grunting, he licked his lips in response. “Yeah?”
She slid her palms along his erection and spread her other hand across his hairy groin. His soft hair teased her hands. It felt amazing to love him this way.
“Oh yes.” With her fingers, she toyed with his balls.
Weaving his fingers through her hair, her aroused husband dragged in a rough breath.
From the V-shape of his sexy belly, she licked the ridges along his six pack and followed the line with her tongue up to his chest.
“It feels so lovely to taste you,” she crooned against his nipple.
Dim-eyed, he cupped her face with large palms.
Intent on tasting more, she licked his nipple and stroked the stiff pink end with her tongue.
Her husband growled, moving his palms and fingers along her back. While she sucked his nipple, she caressed his throbbing pink
erection with her right hand.
“You’re a beautiful man, Maxwell. Sexy and all.”
“Can I fuck you now?”
Moaning, she skated her tongue along his six-pack muscles again and brushed her face along his hairy patch. She locked her fingers tighter around his pulsing hard-on just before she wrapped her mouth around the cap.
Jerking sideways, he panted. “Hot!”
She slipped her tongue along his thick length while keeping her eyes fixed on his own.
Maxwell caught his top lip between his teeth as his chest bounced up and down.
“Do you like me sucking hard?” she purred, making a fast sucking motion with her mouth.
“Yes! Fucking yes!”
Deeply aroused by his reaction, she felt herself drip.
“What do you want me to do?” She tightened her thumb and forefinger around the base of his erection. The soft hairs along his crotch formed a sexy backdrop for his long, hard length.
“Squeeze it harder.”
And she did with her mouth and fingers. She slid her tongue to the tip of his length and swept it across the thickness. Then she clenched her lips over the tip as hard as she could.
A ferocious growl launched from Maxwell’s mouth as he jolted. He then ground his hips against her mouth and grabbed her shoulders.
“That’s fucking sexy! I want to fuck you now,” he insisted, tightening his grip.
Not willing to stop, she taunted. “Tell me what you want me to do with my tongue.”
“Squeeze the tip with your fingers and your tongue,” he begged, his voice rough and parched.
Lola sucked on his length instead. And she was glad she did because another ferocious roar hurled out of his mouth. Her heart leaped with happiness. With her mouth still caging his erection, she sucked harder.
He let out a harsher grunt. Bracing himself on his elbows, he watched her torment him.
“I want to fuck you, my baby.”
Her heart skipped many times. She wanted to oblige him but he tasted so fucking good.
“In a second,” she whispered and cuddled the tip of his erection with her fingers and sucked even harder.
Then she climbed along his body and pressed her boobs against his chest.
Grunting, her husband wrapped his arms around her body and hugged her butt cheeks. He nuzzled his face along her neck and it felt wonderful. He kissed her lips and rolled over, so she laid on her back.
Grazing the edge of her earlobe with his teeth and warm breath, he plunged his erection inside her wetness. With sharp thrusts, he reached her core from every corner. She shuddered against him as light bulbs sparked inside her eyes. In all honesty, she saw different shapes of rainbows and hot flares as pleasure exploded through her body.
Moaning, she bent her knees and her husband lifted her legs and rested his upper body against the back of her thighs. Charging his hips forward like the restless Atlantic Ocean waves, he drove inside her so far and fast she went wild as endless heat scalded her nipples. She arched her back, hurled her hips upward and tightened her muscles around his erection.
Cyclone blew across her skin and erupted inside her. Crying as her heart beat faster, she tried to hold back, so she could enjoy the pleasure for longer. But Maxwell propelled harder, stared into her eyes as he clenched one palm over her breast.
Thrown out of the sex race by an overwhelming tempest, she tossed her head left and right and gripped his arms as she rocked against the bed.
“Ah!” She breathed in a rush. “Oh!”
Hot liquid exploded between her pulsating heat.
Maxwell teased her nipples with his fingers while pounding against her hips until he trembled against her, growling and stiffening.
Weakened by undiluted pleasure, she could barely work her muscles to squeeze his erection as he climaxed. It did not matter because he shuddered some more.
At last, she opened her eyes and their gazes met.
He grinned slowly still leaning against her body. “Was that good?”
She shook her head. When he arched his brows, she smiled. “It was beyond outstanding. I loved it.”
“You loved fucking me?”
“Yes. And I loved sucking you,” she confirmed.
Rolling on his side, he stroked her breast with his thumb. “You were deliciously sexy, Mrs. Lola Legend.”
She stared from his fingers teasing her nipple to his eyes.
He grinned. “Melons, hmm?”
Giggling, she lifted her breasts with both hands. “Definitely not apples.”
They both laughed.
“No way. You’ve got gorgeous boobs and your nipples are huge and irresistible. Just my type of treat.” He pulled her to his side, so she leaned her head on his chest.
“You’re well chiselled, Mr. Legend. Firm muscles with rigid six-pack going down to your enticing V. Add your striking penis to the mix and I’m a sucker. Just delicious!”
A tremor passed through her backbone. She licked her lips and spread her palm across his six-pack.
He tickled her spine with the tip of his fingers.
“Always ready to give you pleasure at any time.” He kissed her head. “I love you, my cupcake.”
“Did you love it?” Of course, she knew he did, but she needed to hear him say it.
“Not sure. I’ll need more to–”
Curving her body so she side faced him, she sliced his nipple with her teeth.
Groaning and chuckling, he kissed her hair. “You know I loved fucking you, my baby. Of course, I did.”
She caressed his sore nipple with her lips.
“I’ll ask for more after I’ve had a quick nap.”
Stretching out his free hand, he reached for the tissue box on the bedside table, grabbed a handful and wiped himself. She did not bother to clean up. If she got pregnant for the most-loving man in the world, she would feel honoured and very blessed.
“Are you ready to have a baby with me, Mrs. Legend? I see you’re still wearing my friendship wrist band made by Amaka.” He lifted her hand and touched his mouth to the blue and yellow band.”
“Yes. Anytime.” She lifted his wrist and kissed his blue and red band.
He belted her body with both hands and cuddled her lips in a sensual kiss, the type that left her dazed and wanting more.
When he was done, she wrapped one hand around his torso and listened to his heart beat.
Chapter 16 – I’m Branding You
Maxwell
The next day, Maxwell took his wife out to 5 Avenue Anatole in the Champ de Mars area of Paris to climb the steps at the 19th-century Eiffel Tower.
Lola screamed with pure delight at the sight of the mammoth 324m-high wrought-iron lattice tower. Roughly about 81-storey building in height, it stretched up into the greyish sky beyond what their eyes could see.
With her sandy-brown eyes glinting, she pulled up her winter coat collar to warm the curve of her slender neck.
His heart jolted with love. Lola was perfect inside and out, he could not imagine his life without her.
“My amazing and beautiful wife,” he whispered, kissing the side of her face.
Clinging to his arms, she giggled. “I love it when you say that, my sausage roll.”
“It’s true,” he said, pressing his lips to her temple, before they toured the base of the tower.
Lola was not satisfied with just posing with him to take photos, she chatted with other excited tourists from around the world and when she was exhausted, they sat down to have a 3-course French meal at the Le Jules Verne. From the aboveground restaurant on the second floor of the epic tower, they enjoyed the views of other Parisian attractions within the vicinity of the Eiffel Tower.
Maxwell could not stop laughing at every joke his wife cracked and her goofy personality. She made him feel young again. He had never felt happiness so tangible all his life. This was the feeling he had hoped for through his entire dating history.
A feeling of being enough.
The feeling of being accepted despite his flaws.
A feeling of being loved for who he was, not for the size of his bank account, or his great looks.
“You celebrate the small and big things in life with such passion, it is infectious and inspiring,” he told her at the end of their long day at the Eiffel Tower.
Lola leaned her head on his arm as they exited the bottom step of the square tower base.
“Life is enjoyable even though it’s a mixed bag of good and bad experiences,” she acknowledged. “Especially when I get to spend it with you, Maxwell.”
Feeling frisky, he spun her into his arms and kissed her lips so hard, he was out of breath a long while later. With both of them gasping for air he folded her in his arms and whispered in her layered mass of hair.
“I love you more than I can ever explain in words, Mrs. Lola Legend.”
Trembling in his arms as she pressed her head to his chest, his wife whimpered. “I won’t even attempt to tell you how much you mean to me. I’ll show you when we get back to the hotel.”
Instantly, heat exploded in his groin. His erection hardened and throbbed against her thigh. Blowing air into her hair, he shuddered.
“What are you doing, cupcake? Trying to stir me into doing more than smooching you here?”
She arched her neck and stared up at him, pouting her lips. “What are you talking about, ehn?”
For taunting him, he kissed her swollen lips again and pulled her into a taxi a short while later.
Laughing as they ran along the hallway to their hotel suite, he closed the door after he pulled her inside.
He got rid of his clothes within the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile his wife shed her black leather skirt and panties, but her coral cashmere top was still on. She turned around and shook her butt cheeks at him as she staged a walk toward the bedroom.
Hungry for her love, he dashed after her. “Where do you think you’re going, wifey?”
Giggling, she threw him a flirty wink over her shoulder and signalled him with her forefinger.
A storm erupted inside him at her sexiness.
By the time he reached her side, she was already lying on the bed with her legs spread apart.
“Jeez!” He panted and made straight for her pink heat surrounded by a thin patch of dark hair.
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