A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (26 page)

“Not so quick Aria, now that I’ve got you
right where I want you, are you ok?” my senses of reality comes back as my heart rate calms and the blood ringing in my ear fades it is then that I realize he is still inside of me and he won’t pull out. Wow this is hot. I can get use to this.

I have never been
sexed like this before well I just had sex for the first time about two weeks ago, but it was nothing like this!

“Why did you think I couldn’t resist your charms?”
I feel his salacious victorious smile says it all. Tristan eases out of me and ouch, he is a lot to take on, my sore flesh puckers as he slides out of me, leaving me throbbing for him. I grow colder between my legs. I stretch out beside Tristan and I feel the heat from his skin permeate off of him. I bet I’m gonna walk funny in the morning. I turn to face him and he grabs my face.

“Aria,
my dear sweet Aria, it is I that can’t resist you, so beautiful in my arms, I will love your forever” jeez resist him did I ever have a chance in hell of resisting Tristan Bach? He’s got me coming on demand. He showers me with kisses that keep me hooked as his never ending quest to please me continues.

This is the sex that p
oets write about, that which is whispered amongst the desired, and plagues the wanton few. A love so dominating and life-altering I can’t fight it, I can’t deny it, this is the reality that Tristan and I have never confronted until now. I’m left tattered and torn while I lie in his mist with the realization that this is something I have never known, a man who could pleasure me and challenge me is where my happiness lies, this has altered my perception and has left me with doubt.

H
e throws his leg over me and pulls me close. He covers us with the duvet and kisses my face with tender soft kisses, I have never been loved like this before, it is astounding, alarming and he is a delightful surprise. I don’t want to fall asleep, I don’t want to miss a moment of his lips on me, but I surrender to the night. I fall asleep in his arms, post confession, post bliss and pondering
for all we know we may never meet again….

Chapter 14

I WANT A LOVE THAT WILL LAST

June 17, 2012

The light of
a new day beckons through the window as it shines on my face. I wake up sprawled out on Tristan Bach’s bed, dreadful morning after hair, sexual gratification emanates throughout me like a glow from a smoldering fire. I feel so limber and relaxed. I wonder if I slept so well because he put me to sleep? I must look like
a courtesan
thoroughly fucked and heavenly sated as I lie in the arms of my beloved.

My eyes blink open and there he
is just as I left him just a few comatose hours ago when he put me to sleep. He is smiling at me dressed in a white fluffy bathrobe emblazon with The Ritz Carlton monogram in royal blue silk thread on the breast pocket, reminding me where I am and what I have done last night. Nothing like the truth slapping you in the face when you first wake up in the morning.

“Good Morning beautiful” he leans down and kisses me
, I lick my lips instead of biting them gosh they are sore and bruised and they hunger for him still, as I touch them I am reminded of what it feels like to have a man kiss you as if you are his reason for living.

“Good Morning yourself” he has
this smile on his face like it’s, still Christmas morning again. Wow morning sex…never had that, I can get use to life at the Ritz.

“I’m glad you’re finally up?
I couldn’t bear to wake you, you are so beautiful when you sleep and fall away from this world, but I’m glad you’re up I’ve missed you” oh my he misses me when we fell asleep, is this the love that will last? I know I have always wanted it from him, too early to ponder Tristan’s statements as I have needs to tend to, bathroom needs that is.

Also
I need coffee. No more talking until I have caffeine.

I sit
up and look out the balcony window, the sun is shining over the river, while the tall ships beautifully sail by just below us, it all just makes a pretty post card.

As light shines on my marble head I am hit with
the realization that I just did the unmentionable last night! Guess the old saying
‘it will all look better in the morning’
doesn’t apply to illicit sex!

“U
m I need the bathroom” I lift the duvet and oh shit I forgot I’m naked, he stands and holds out a robe for me. I gladly put it on and make my way to the bathroom.

“B
reakfast will be here any minute” he yells to me.

I look at myself in the mirror, my hair is a dreadful mangled mess, makeup splattered about, but my eyes
are vibrant and my skin is a sensual glowing mist, absolutely radiating from the throes of passion which is obviously a direct result of mind-blowing sex with my ex.

Sorry ladies there are
no cosmetic company out there that will give you this post-coital glow this is all a man’s doing.

I take an inventory of the rest of my
demeanor, I’m a bit bewildered, a hazy shade of sex induced fog, understandably a direct result of all the sex we had last night. I take it that is how men fuck us into submission it’s a total head game that takes over. And the one thing I feel that I have never felt before is absolute fulfillment complete and total comfort in Tristan, comprehensive all-inclusive he is a treasure, a keepsake so grand in more ways than one that he beguiles me.

I know I’m naïve
but his benevolence and compassion totally captivate me with extraordinary truth and determination all in the quest of making me his. It is so touching, so romantic I am breathless just thinking of him.

W
ith all fairness he did warn me how he felt about me, and yet I went willingly into his bed and now I can’t extract myself from his presents. I have never known what it felt like to be someone’s desire, to be that perfect match until now.

I try and relax my raging hormones and tame
my dreadful sex hair. I pay closer attention to a little smile that I have when I think of him and I miss his touch already. As I brush my teeth being ever so thankful for the assortment of new tooth brushes in this palatial suite, the fog clears my brain and I have a revelation
Tristan loves me
.

Wow Tri
stan Bach just didn’t fuck me last night we made love…he loves me. Shit I better get that notion out of my head and quick as I am reminded of my appendage that plagues me… I have a fiancé damn it!

After a quick wash
, what I have failed to take into consideration is damn, I am sore, oh dear God am I sore! And I believe that scarlet letter ‘A’ is now burned into my chest, yes a lovely shade of Chanel fire engine red to be exact, as it permeates and glows, yet another reminder of what I have been doing for the past two days.

I wash my face in hopes of washing him off of me but he is in my heart. I think of last night and I am lost, I am so in awe of
him. Then a knock at the door, brings me back from my coital bliss.

“Breakfast!”

I co
me out of the bathroom feeling a bit more lady like and pulled together, I cleaned my face and fixed my hair and I am dressed in the garment of choice the Ritz Carlton robe. I see Tristan and just the sight of him hits me like a ton of bricks, he is standing by the French doors dressed in a white robe, the sun at his back beaming over him as it gives him that intangible glow eluding to the Godlike qualities that he possess.

He startles me, in one split second as
he is basked in sunlight he looks like a sign from above, could this be the man for me? Too much to ponder as I rub my temple and walk over to him. The Ritz has done it again, before me eyes, a table set for two, by the balcony over- looking the river.

“Breakfast is served” Tristan is so
cute, his hazel eyes are warm and inviting his scandalous smile tells me he enjoyed himself last night, his tousled sex hair looks better on him then me, and he smells heavenly.

He
holds out a chair for me, ever the gentleman he is. I walk slowly shit I am sore! I am so gonna be walking funny because of this I just know it.

I
sit with caution and I flinch, and grit my teeth, oh gawd he has left his mark on me in more ways than one. There was no getting this by him as I see the sudden look of amusement and gratification on his all-knowing face.

“Aria, are you ok?” how am I going to put this.

“Do you really want to know?” now he is smirking and nodding yes, he wants verbal confirmation that he has fucked me into capitulation, and left his signature proudly on me. I go for the obvious.

“
I’m sore!” the smile on his face is one of pride I take it and I grin back at him. He shakes his head in dismay and he sits down. His grin is infectious and I smile as he takes off the silver domes.

“W
e have eggs benedict, fresh strawberries, salmon and caviar, cranberry scone with Devonshire cream, fresh coffee and mimosas”

I smile
at him and realize my lips are swollen, I have not been kissed like this since he last kissed me years ago, just thinking about his lips on me and I’m wet, a warm sensation moves through me, he is everything I always wanted and more, with the lift of my fork in my left hand I’m brought back to my life thus far and what I have made of it, as I see the ring on my finger that tells me I am someone else’s. I don’t want to think about any of that right now. I smile at him and I just want it to be us for just a little while longer.

He pours me coffee, there is a beautiful day shinning in the distance and  all I care about is staying here with Tristan,
we are in our own little world, no one knows we are here, no one is going to come and look for us. I relax as we breakfast and talk after illicit sex.

I can
get use to him or do I miss him? As I recall we have always hung onto one another’s words when we worked together we were the killing team, we bonded over scandal, we had each-others back and our late night marathon talks is how he emotionally cheated on that slut-bag-ugly-whore. I was so surprised that a man so powerful in the boardroom was so vulnerable in his own personal life. I found out so much about him in our never ending conversations.

I look back and
I can’t believe how we worked, how we pondered situations, game plans, hostile take-overs, over throwing the competition, hell we were beating anyone to the punch and knocking out everyone in our path, we were the corporate raiding team and that is how we fell in love with one another, it all started with a glance and took off from there. All and all Tristan and I always communicated well. He has a wit about himself that made me laugh and I was the older one who saw through to him. We had this energy that was intimidating to others but comforting to us. As he pours me coffee and relaxes It’s a revelation, another morning with him…jeez I never realized how much fun he was to be around and how much I’ve missed him.

We share a lazy Sunday morning reading the paper and bantering back and forth like we always have.
This was a slice of heaven, stolen moments by two people who should have never found one another again because we both know that reality is just on the other side of that door.

“Ar
ia, you are more beautiful then I even remembered you were”  wow he catches me off guard his compliments make me shy and timid, he had his wicked way with me last night, but that sexy smile on his face is all my doing. He feeds me and I feed him we share a meal and there are kisses and touching and cream on my face as he kisses it off, he is charming and endearing he has opened his heart to me and I never knew all of this was inside of him just for me.

He makes me laugh in that sexy way of his, I go for the sarcasm to keep it light and he kisses me to remind me that I better stop denying this exist between us.

We finish breakfast and I walk back over to the bed to grab my clothes and I gasp as I put my hand over my mouth. I look at him and he is looking at me confused, the bed is blood stained, I mean it is quite evident as crimson is clearing smeared on the beautiful Ritz Carlton sheets.

I am immediately reminded
of a thought I had last night, that this never happened when I lost my virginity two weeks ago…well wait now when did I lose it two weeks ago or last night?

Tristan is at my
side he sees the stain of my pending virginity.

“D
id you start your period?” Tristan asks very softy almost concerned.

“
I look up at him and nod no” he pushes back his black hair and looks at me, so what is this, he is looking for an answer,
oh God how do I tell him that he sexed me better than my fiancé?

He takes my hand
and leads me over to the foot of the bed, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap I sit with caution because of my post sexual appendage, he holds me in his arms with his lips at my ear.

“T
ell me what’s going on baby”
‘they say no legacy is so rich as honesty’
I have to tell him the truth.