Tasting her lush wetness was all he could think about as flames flared in his groin. Clasping one hand across her mound, he covered her heat with his tongue.
“Umm...” he grunted in satisfaction, aroused by her natural scent and delicious sweetness.
With the urge to unleash pleasure inside her on his mind as well, he slipped one finger inside her wetness as he tasted every inch of her tender skin.
Thrashing and whimpering, Lola dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he gasped, almost feeling himself drip.
Shuddering with desire, he stripped off her top and unhooked her bra. “Your boobs are so–”
Words failed him as he thrust inside her heat in one deft move. Wild fire charred his groin and quickly spread to his legs.
He growled loud and for a long while.
Pinning her hips down, he fucked her harder with the hope of reaping a world of pleasure.
“Ow yes!” his wife moaned, jamming her hips forward while clenching her muscles around his erection.
“You’re so sexy!” he grunted as his body quaked.
Sweet all around, Lola rocked her waist while he slammed back and forth. He worried he would eject his liquid too fast but she was so freaking delicious!
There was no time to waste, so he laid on her and wrapped his mouth over her nipple. That got her trembling beneath his body. He dived inside and out of her while teasing her nipple with his teeth. Starving for more, he cupped one breast with his hand and squeezed the soft skin.
It must have been too much stimulation for his wife because she screamed and wriggled.
He did not stop. Pulling himself up, he released her nipple and whisked his fingers across her sweet spot as he plunged deeper inside her.
Beneath him, Lola grunted and jerked her hips forward repeatedly, her breasts bounced to and fro as she screamed in the throes of passion. Totally unable to withstand the flexing of her muscles, he exploded inside her, vibrating with a need so strong.
On their third day in Paris, Maxwell travelled with Lola to visit the Palace of Versailles in the region of Île-de-France situated about twelve miles southwest of the city of Paris.
Lola gushed during and after the long tour of the magnificent fortress and the grounds. They admired the incredibly manicured lawns, hedges and flowers.
“So, this gilded palace and gardens was the principal royal home of Louis XIV? I love the room of the mirrors the most!” Stars danced in her eyes as she spoke.
Grinning, he nodded. “Yeah! They say that from 1682 to the start of the French Revolution in 1789, this was the royal residence of France. It was the seat of power for over a hundred years.”
“Wow! So, we’re standing on almost three hundred years of beautiful history, Maxwell,” she surmised with a cute laugh. “I remember watching the movie, Les Misérables and thinking to myself how life can be snuffed out from people who rise up against the authorities because they desire change. Have you seen the movie?”
“No. Should I count myself lucky I dodged it?”
She laughed, tapping his chest. “It’s a must-see movie, my sausage roll. Life will not be the same.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Only if you watch it me. Note, I love my life the way it is, wifey.”
Shaking her head, she wagged her gloved fingers. “Once was enough, thank you very much.”
“Then I’ll pass.”
“Coward!” she jeered, pursuing him around a low-hedged mini-maze.
“Do you love this coward?” he teased, coming to a stop and linking his arms around her waist.
Giggling, she nodded. “Very much.”
“That’s all I need to know.”
He ground his mouth over hers, tilting her head so he could dig deeper into the moist heat of her lips.
Louvre Museum–the largest art centre in the world sited on the right bank of the Seine River–was the next place Lola asked to visit on their fifth day.
Extra happy to oblige, Maxwell took his wife on a tour of the vast museum and together they admired several iconic artworks including the famous Mona Lisa painting by Leonardo da Vinci.
Although the queue was long, the wait was worth it because Lola’s face grew brighter than the sun at every section they stopped. She smiled from ear-to-ear as they moved from one artwork to the other.
“Do you know one thing I wish above all else?” she asked, curling her fingers around his arm.
He paused and then said the first thought that crossed his mind.
“You wish, Amaka and Nonso were here to see all these paintings for themselves.”
Tears sprang to her eyes as she nodded and giggled.
“How on earth did you figure it out?”
Grinning, he kissed her cheeks and wiped her tears with his tongue.
“Because I know you.” He hugged her tight. “Someday, we’ll bring them here to learn the historical facts for themselves.”
“Um-hmm.”
After that, he placed one hand across her shoulders as they moved along. They complimented many more classic paintings and exhibitions.
Several hours later, he took his wife to Le Café Marly. Located in the Richelieu wing of the Louvre Museum, they sat down and enjoyed a typical French cuisine of soupe à l'oignon–French onion soup–for starter, bœuf bourguignon–beef burgundy–for main and Chocolate soufflé for dessert along with a glass of white wine. The entire time they lounged on the terrace overlooking the IM Pei pyramid in the courtyard, they laughed, chatted and watched tourists walk by.
Long after their meal ended, they sipped red wine and played a game of ‘I spy with my little eye’, the children game of guessing what is being looked at. He indulged Lola because he sensed she missed her twins more than she cared to admit.
A couple of hours flashed past. Neither of them realized the time because they’d had so much fun till the colours in the sky darkened.
Every other day, they visited one historical place, or the other. As long as his wife was laughing and he got to sleep with her when they returned, he loved every minute of it. From The Centre Pompidou, the Avant-garde Multicultural Complex mounted in the Beaubourg area to the Tuileries Gardens, the vast statue-studded 17th century gardens, their enjoyment of the city was unspoiled.
In between their tours, they sat down to sip Rosé wine at the spectacular Hôtel Particulier, located between the chic Avenue Junot and the bustling Rue Lepic in the Montmartre District. While there they chatted about how quickly their lives had changed within such a short time.
During their third week, Maxwell treated Lola to a sumptuous breakfast at La Palette, a historic café and brasserie-type restaurant along Rue de Seine.
Later, they enjoyed watching the sunset at Butte Bergeyre a neighbourhood park situated on a hillside. Because they found the city and sunset views breath-taking, they made it a habit to either watch sunrise, or sunset together every day.
In fact, the view of the Sacré-Cœur, also known as The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris from the hillside spot was unparalleled. Watching the sunset became their own ritual. Each day, they found the perfect spot in a clear field, or on top of a building to observe the scanty sun go down.
The day before their three-week honeymoon was up, Maxwell took his wife through the entrance to the Dome and Crypt on the left side of Sacré-Cœur. Linking hands with Lola, they knelt at the altar of the Roman Catholic Church.
“Let’s pray that God will keep watch over our lives, our marriage and our future,” he said to his wife.
Tightening her fingers through his own, she nodded. “You want me to pray?”
“Go ahead, my precious cupcake.”
She smiled. “Our Heavenly Father, my husband and I, kneel before you to thank you for our marriage and family and our future. We trust that you’ll always watch over us, to guide us and to multiply our love, joy and peace. Help us to see each other the way you see us. Bless our twins, Amaka and Nonso and Grandy. B
less us with more children and let our lives overflow with happiness and love in Jesus name.”
“Amen!” Maxwell cheered, lifting her hand up.
For a romantic stop the day after, they had brunch consisting of scones, traditional soft-boiled egg, fruit tart and two glasses of lemonade in the tea salon of the Musée de la Vie Romantique, that sheltered a secret garden. With their hands draped around each other, they strolled around the most poetic garden in Paris.
On their leisurely stroll along the famous Champs-Élysées the following day, he stopped along the boutiques and insisted his wife shopped for clothes, bags, shoes, perfumes and jewellery.
The twinkle in Lola’s eyes was enough reward.
“I don’t want to make a dent in your bank account. Give me a budget,” his wife begged, giggling and dancing around Louis Vuitton store.
“There’s no budget. Buy what you want.”
Every euro he spent on Lola gave him absolute joy for so many reasons. She was the most appreciative, wise and loving woman he knew.
She repeated the same question when he urged her to go inside Gucci and Christian Dior stores.
“Whatever you buy is fine by me. I’m going to spoil you,” he assured her with a wink.
It was a known fact he earned a high six figure salary every year. He had never found a woman he wanted to spoil before.
Lola ran into his arms and showered him with sweet kisses, the brand he yearned for with his heart.
“I love you, Maxwell Legend!”
Inside Swarovski Retail Store later on, he bought his wife a Swarovski Crystal Heart & Tiffany set. She beamed as he snapped on the necklace clasps behind her neck.
“You’re a true beauty, my wifey,” he whispered behind her neck.
Curling her shoulders as she laughed, she caressed the glamorous jewellery.
“Thank you. It’s beautiful, Maxwell.”
She looked stunning with the earring and bracelet to match.
“Cupcake, you make it look more beautiful.”
Lola twirled in front of the mirror, laughing as the female retail assistant cheered in approval.
As they strode past more designer stores, his wife insisted he got some items for himself. Ignoring his protests, she ushered him inside Valentino and Hugo Boss stores. After he paid for the clothes and trainers, she insisted he needed, Lola bought him a necklace with the initial S pendant and she clasped it around his neck. Through the mirror, he caught her eyes as she nodded.
“Today, I’m branding you as mine with the letter S for Stephanie.”
He caught her in his arms and kissed her lips. “Fine. I feel inspired. It’s only fair that I also brand you as mine with the letter, M.”
Before she responded, he paid for the jewellery and set it around her neck.
“I love it,” she murmured staring at him with her hands linked around his neck.
Hungry after a while, they took a break and dined in one café along the road.
By the time they ended the over one-mile stroll of Champs-Élysées at Arc de Triomphe–the triumphal arc and national monument–they had over ten large bags full of outfits Lola had fallen in love with and now owned.
Wherever they stopped they always found a willing passer-by to take their pictures with his smartphone.
The next day, he insisted they had a lovers’ picnic at Canal Saint-Martin.
“This place is amazing! Have you been here before?” Lola asked once they sat down on the blanket spread on the green grass. She stared wide-eyed.
“No. It’s my first. Every romantic swears by it.”
“With river views and a village feel, it’s a romantic spot for sure,” his easy-to-please wife agreed.
The fact she saw beauty everywhere was one of the many reasons he loved her.
“Canal Saint-Martin connects the Canal de l'Ourcq to the River Seine. We’ll take a walk after our meal.”
“I’ll like that. And if I can’t walk, you’ll carry me.”
“Happy to serve of course.”
Indeed, after their meal, she was so tired, he carried her piggy-back style along the river bank. Locked in their hotel suite in the evening, she rewarded him with the best sex of his life.
On the final day of their three-week honeymoon, he flew Amaka, Nonso and Grandy over to Paris. He had kept it a surprise from his wife.
When Lola saw her family, she cried for joy as they checked into the hotel on Disneyland grounds.
Amaka and Nonso squealed with delight when they encountered the cartoon characters. The good thing was the kids’ shrieks got drowned in the noisy atmosphere. They took individual and family pictures, went on rides, ate a lot and played for a long time.
Grateful for the opportunity, Grandy embraced Maxwell from time to time. Not one to miss out on having fun with her family, the old lady went on the slow rides while clutching her coat around her frame.
On one of the family days out, Maxwell rented paddle boats and they all went on exciting rides in the lake, feeding ducks, laughing and chatting.
“You’re awesome, Uncle Maxwell!” Amaka cheered.
“More than awesome!” Nonso overrated, grinning. “I love you, Uncle Maxwell!”
“Paris is so beautiful,” Grandy added, smiling. “I love you as a son, Maxwell Legend.”
Overwhelmed by their love for him, he hugged his wife and hid his reddening face in her hair. He did not want them to see him tear up.
Full of understanding, Lola twined her arms around him, adding to the outpouring of love with the words. “You’re the love of my life, Maxwell Gael Legend.”
“I love you all more than anything,” he said at last.
The kids and Grandy stayed five nights in Paris with the honeymooners. And as he had promised, Maxwell escorted his wife and the kids to Louvre Museum to check out the historical artworks for themselves.
At one point during the tour, Lola stared at him as if he had given her the world. As far as he was concerned, it was only the beginning for them.
On day twenty-six when they boarded their flights out of Paris-Charles De Gaulle Airport, Maxwell cuddled his wife to his side in the first-class cabin.
Amaka, Nonso and Grandy sat across the aisle from the newly-wedded couple in first-class.
To Maxwell, it was the perfect end to their honeymoon and the start of his life with his new family.
Years Later – I Love You
A couple of hours every weekend, Maxwell taught his step children how to play baseball, rugby, football and basketball. The twins, full of enthusiasm and energy learned fast with the hope of beating their step dad someday.
Laughing while eating suya–spicy meat skewer–and sipping cold drinks on the terrace, Lola and Grandy watched their family tournament streamed live in the sports ground of their backyard. The two women chatted about how far the Lord had brought them from their poverty-stricken days.
Meanwhile, Amaka and Nonso also taught Maxwell how to play Ludo, Ayo and Whot card games.
As a family, they all engaged in competitive indoor games in their free time. The winner got a trophy. The cup was then passed on to the next winner and so on.
Two years after Maxwell and Lola got married, their twins, Amaka and Nonso turned ten. Maxwell adopted his stepchildren and they changed their names to Amaka Okorie-Legend and Nonso Okorie-Legend.
The same year, Lola gave birth to an adorable dark-haired baby girl. Maxwell and Lola named their cute brown-eyed, mixed-race angel, Michaela Abimbola Legend.
Overjoyed at the birth of another grandchild, Grandy nursed Michaela herself and the twins took turns to take care of their new sibling.
Totally blown away by the turnaround in his life, Maxwell made sure his wife had every material thing she wanted while they resided in Nigeria.
He even bought her a brand-new white 2020 Land Rover Range Rover Evoque as her push gift. According to him, pushing out baby Michaela for him through God’s grace was a huge feat deserving of a flamboyant reward.
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The happy family lived on Banana island in Lagos, Nigeria during term time and when the twins were on holiday, they all flew back to Chicago, Illinois for their family vacation.
Months later, Jake, Maxwell’s neighbour and friend in Chicago called to inform them his wife, Donna had a baby girl, called Sophia and they had chosen Maxwell and Lola to be her godparents. Lola immediately bought a bible, got the whole family to sign it, gift-wrapped it and posted it along with several gifts to the couple.
Unfortunately, Maxwell’s family found Chicago winter a big challenge. After living all her life in a tropical climate, Grandy complained the cold was too much to bear. So, as a family they decided not to move to Chicago on a permanent basis.
However, as the twins grew into teenagers, Amaka and Nonso insisted they wanted to relocate to the United States to continue their secondary education. With the need to make his family happy on his mind, Maxwell Legend relocated with his entire household to Miami Beach, the South Island Florida city.
The tropical climate and wide beaches–that stretched from North Shore Open Space Park, past palm-lined Lummus Park to South Pointe Park–won his family over. They fell in love with the city on arrival.
As soon as they settled in their new contemporary seven-bedroom, seven-bathroom home along Lake Avenue, Grandy started to grow tomatoes, onions, carrots, potatoes and a variety of other vegetables in the backyard. She did not allow anyone to work on her ‘farm’ as she fondly called it, insisting it was her only way to stay trim and healthy.
Rob Kelson, the seventy-year-old white widower who owned and lived in the mansion next door began to take a keen interest in Grandy Aduni. The two of them chatted and laughed everyday as she pulled out weeds from her vegetable patch.
Maxwell and Lola often peeped through the windows, gossiping and laughing about the possibility of their plump and peace-loving grandaunt finding love next door with the bearded, grey-eyed man.
Eventually, Grandy Aduni and white-haired Rob who had a bald spot started a romantic relationship that got the family teasing her about her lanky new flame. Quite often, Rob joined the family for their evening meals.
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