Everything was coming along for what was to be my second best day ever, my wedding day. Some say how stressful and overwhelming it can be, but I was hoping to add it to my list of best days ever. Here I was with my best friend at our favorite tea shop; we prefer tea over coffee just to be a little eccentric in our own way. We had just finished a hot yoga class, so naturally, we ordered iced herbal teas.
"I'm so surprised at how well your wedding planning is going. You just make it seem so easy," Trinity was saying. I finished several gulps of my refreshing tea before responding.
"It does help to be marrying my childhood sweetheart. I've been dreaming and planning this for years now. Making it a reality is coming really easy because of that."
"True. It still feels sort of surreal."
"Also, it helps that his mom is picking up most of the loose ends like seating arrangements and her god awful forest of flowers, which for some reason I'm coming to terms with."
"You and George are the perfect match. It feels like a fairytale with the perfect fairy tale happily ever after wedding to boot."
"We are, aren't we," I gushed at my best friend's compliment. "I can't wait to see George later tonight. I can't stand being away from him. It's going to be so hard the first five years while we are working so hard to set up our careers."
"Ha! You two really are inseparable. Where is he taking you tonight?"
"The Red Vine. You know how he loves his wines."
"Oh my god! I have been trying to get a reservation there for me and Jordan. It's impossible without a three month wait."
"George's father is friends with the owner. Just let me know when you want to go, and I'll set it up."
"Seriously! You're amazing!"
"It pays to have a best friend with connections." I laugh and then finish off my drink before motioning for the check.
Trinity and I say our goodbyes and confirm our last-minute fittings and bridesmaid's brunch for the next day, and I head home to get washed and ready for my dinner with George. I drop my keys in the basket at the entrance, leave my water bottle and mat in the kitchen, and head to the master closet where I strip and head to the attached master bathroom. It's been four months since George placed that ring in my mouth, and it has been getting so much attention ever since. I place it in my little dish on my bathroom sink and start the shower.
I was washing my hair and thinking of all the wonders of my coming up wedding and getting shivers of excitement just thinking of it. I've even been super nauseous the closer it gets. I can't help but be overjoyed, and it's getting so close. I pick up the dress in two days and will stop for a doctor's appointment to help keep my nerves in check just a little bit longer. The wedding is in only two weeks.
I step out of the shower and towel my hair dry a bit, and wrap myself in a towel while I blow my hair dry and brush it out. Still thinking of everything and doing a mental check of everything on my list of to-dos for the fifteen-hundredth time. If it's going to make it to best-day-ever quality, I need to make sure everything is perfect. I toss my towels in the basket in the corner of the bathroom, put my ring back on, and make my way back to my very large closet, where I pull out my black backless dress and strappy red heels. I hang the dress on the back of the door and set the shoes near my vanity stool, then pull out a pair of my sexiest panties and a matching bra.
That's when I notice George standing at the doorway watching me. I pad over to him with a smile, and even though my thin as a board figure is 5'9, I still need to need to stand on tiptoes as I reach up for a kiss. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arm around my bare waist to pull me in closer.
"You couldn't be sexier than you are right now wearing our ring on your promised finger and nothing else," He whispers in a voice that says he wants to do very naughty things and makes my whole body flush.
"Show me what you mean," I whisper back and am immediately picked up and placed on the bed as he spreads my legs and positions himself between them. He grins up at me the begins to taste my heart and desire.
Like I said, we are inseparable. Two or maybe three orgasms later, he finally lets me go only so he can get ready for our dinner.
"We will finish this later," he promises before heading to the shower. I sigh and lie there before finally getting up and putting on my panties and bra, and getting my hair into a complicated and sexy bun. I promise you there is such a thing.
Then I slip into my incredibly steamy black dress. It fell to just below my knees with a plunging neckline and a nonexistent back. I add a simple thin gold chain necklace with a single diamond stud attached and my matching gold chain dangle earrings with studded diamonds.
I had just finished putting on my shoes when I heard George grunt from the doorway of our closet.
"Maybe later should be now," He said in a low voice.
"Babe." I smirked at him then added, "I would love for later to be now, but we only have five minutes."
"Then let's not waste time." And in three steps, he had crossed the room and pinned me to the wall, kissing me, devouring my mouth as though he were a starved animal that just claimed its hunt. He pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist and undid his pants in record time, and was inside me. My head went back against the wall as he pumped in and out and kissed his way down my neck before pulling my right breast out and devouring it as well. I was still on top of the world from earlier and it took no time for me to reach ecstasy with him cumming inside me shortly after.
We paused there for a moment, not moving, him still inside me, just panting and calming down to ready ourselves for dinner. He reached over to the vanity table and pulled out a couple of tissues from my box, and cleaned us both up as he pulled out. He adjusted and fastened his pants, then shrugged on his suit jacket as I readjusted my breast and smoothed out my dress.
"Later." was all he said and we headed out for dinner.