A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (27 page)

“W
ell last night was not the first time I had sex, like I said I had sex two weeks ago, but it was not sex like this”

“I see, did he make you come?”

“Tristan!”

“I am just curious” he is trying to hide his amusement.

“Did this happen to you when you …”

“N
o, as a matter a fact, afterwards I thought what’s the big deal everyone was bragging about”

H
e is holding me close and I sense his smile on my cheek as he finds some comfort in my words

“S
o how many times have you had sex before last night?” should I tell him…guess I should.

“O
nly once” he sighs and kisses my cheek.

“S
o how was last night for you?”

“FINE
!” I look up at him.

He goes to tickle me, “FINE, Aria , breakfast was, FINE, wining at slots is FINE, but what we shared
last night was beyond anything I have ever experienced.” I am wiggling on his lap from him torturing me. I kiss him sweetly and he hugs me tight, my lips are at his ear.

“Tristan last night w
as beyond my wildest dreams” he kisses my neck and tugs on my ear.

“Aria
that is because I am totally completely in love with you” I pull away and look at him and hold his face in my hands as I still see forever in his eyes.

“
You are too much” he kisses me, and we hold each other tight.

“Tell me something Mr. Bach, why
didn’t you ask about birth control or use a condom last night?”

He looks at me like
Aria isn’t it obvious
.

“
I would love if I got you pregnant with our baby! I have a huge house that I want to fill with our children! Weren’t you paying attention at all, I want to build a life with you, a family with twelve screaming children, you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, and after yesterday I want to see them sitting under the piano. I want it all with you Aria!”

Tears run down my cheeks, O
h shit I was not expecting that to come out of his mouth, his honesty is sobering and I have to enlighten him with some facts.

“Tristan, you have to understand I am not in my twenties, I’m thirty-eight, having kids at this age it happens
, but it’s a risk.” He kisses my tears away, and holds me close.

“S
o what are you saying you don’t want kids?”

“I’ve been on the pill for the past month”

“Well that explains why you let me fuck you without a condom” he is now sulking like the Tristan from yester-years, a petulant teenager with balls of steel. I gotta lighten the mood between us.

“S
o you can’t knock me up, I’m un-knock-able” he looks so hurt or disappointed as a sarcastic smirk is all over his face, he holds me tight and I am beginning to feel his pain.

“That is not even a rea
l word!” He murmurs, I kiss him to lessen the sting and he holds me close. He is pouting and sulking, gosh he is playing for keeps, he wants to get me pregnant, fill his house with our twelve screaming kids and I smile because that was always my dream, well maybe just a few kids, but twelve, with him is certainly doable considering his stamina and voracious sexual appetite, last night’s sex-capades were mind-blowing enough to articulate into a family, yeah I’d be willing to put in the time with him, but seriously let’s just enjoy today
carpe diem so that is where I go with him.

“Tristan what do you want to
do today? I have to be out of here by nine tonight” he makes me look at him as he cups my chin

“
Look Aria outside this hotel room is reality, we have a lot to work out, but I don’t want to worry about that right now, here it’s just you and me, spend the afternoon with me, let me make love to you?” without hesitation without a second thought without a care in the world I whisper to him softly

“Yes please!” those two words was all he wanted to hear as his hands find my sex under my robe and he discovers I am yet again wet for him, his
knowing fingers are eager but I pull out of his arm and stand at a distance from him, he looks so worried or frightened like he did or said something wrong I stop and stare at him as I narrow my eyes, he looks nervous, then suddenly I loosen my robe and very slowly I drop it to the floor.

His
worried look of contemplation fades as desire and covetousness intent takes over, he is grasping for me and I crave his touch but what really drives me crazy is the way he makes me needy for him, it is like a fire that he starts inside of me, he fuels it and then he puts it out when he takes charge of me and it’s sad to say but isn’t that what all us woman want, but are too proud to admit? I see why wives of firemen are my new idols
hello 911 I’m on fire
.

“Oh so you want to play Aria?” he stands as he is ready to charge me

“I had no idea how fun you’d be to play with” as I get ready to dart off

“Play with,
Oh baby you have no idea” he reaches for me and I run to the far end of the suite to a corner of the room where the office area houses a cherry and brass French provincial desk adorned with a green bankers lamp on it. Tristan catches up to me and grabs me with arms of steel by my waist.

“I will teach
you to run from me” I squirm, as he holds me to him, I sit on the edge of the desk, he shadows over me with voracious intent. I wrap my legs around him my objective quite obvious I want him inside me, on me and possessing every last inch of me till I scream his name so loud that the staff knows his name. I don’t know what comes over me and I tell him what I want.

“Tristan make m
e come” my words shock him, I mean he just heard me say I have never had sex like this and I have never had an orgasm until last night, the look on his face he has never heard me speak this way to him before and it hits him that I am a women with naughty intentions secret deep seeded desires and illicit tenacity for a man who isn’t even mine.

“Am I the one who has made you so greedy?”
he encircles me, kissing my neck and sucking my ear lobe as a pulse quickens in my sex I can barely speak as he wiles me with his articulate cohering charms.

“The only one”
I am a women who has bared her soul for this man who has come to stake his claim for me, with every kiss that makes me his it is a game alright and he is playing for keeps. Tristan’s ever present teasing and taunting laces me with need and he make me want him.

H
eart pounding, for the man of my dreams, my blood starts coursing through my raging veins hitting every pulse point as he showers me with kisses that make me wet, every lick from his warm velvet lips as it is all pulling at my sex than his hands fondle my breast and my over sensitized skin heats making my whole body enflamed, he owns me, he knows how to do this to me and I fall prey to his masculine tendencies, his touch, the smell of him on me, he is a mind game and I don’t want to stop playing. I utter what is true

“Tristan what you do to me
” I lean back on the uncompromising French provincial as his all-knowing hand cups my sex and he very slowly and intrusively palms my clitoris I am already soaking wet for him as he magistrate’s one finger in me and stretches me to make room for his magnificent obsession of me.

“Baby you are so tiny and tight I don’t want to hurt you”

I am sprawled out, teetering at the edge and all I want is him.

“You are wo
rrying about hurting me after last night?”

M
y grin is all he needs to pursue his enrapture of me. he engages another finger and moves them in a scissor motion stretching my tender flesh, as he watches my facial reactions to his knowing fingers, he holds my hips as he teases me with the head of his erection he enters me and I am engorged I gasp for air as I am tender and he is intrusive, he takes pity on me as he moves at a slow and steady pace in and out of me making me feel every last inch of him.

I get
acclimated to him as my sore swollen flesh aches but I want him. Tristan has but one goal in mind, he is forceful he doesn’t hold back as he slams into me repeatedly in a mindless carnal fashion as he fucks my brains out. He is insistent and assertive as he possess me, he strides through me and it is a dash of pain and a pound of pleasure, savoring me and making me cry out in vindication as he exonerates his manhood over me, taking what he wants and leaving me breathless I utter my response to his intrusive assault on me.

“Yes Tristan
… right there…yes” Tristan is persistent and tenacious with determination to instill me and mold me as his. Incessant and tireless he forges on, he is the only man who has made me come and once a man has made you come like this leaving you shaking and still wanting more it is quite clear that you will do whatever it takes to have him, he is a drug that you want again and again.

“Aria my favorite place is inside you” I am s
ore and I don’t care I want him, it is quite evident that I have the same effect on him that he has on me, I tighten my legs around him as I dig my hands into his behind I want all of him as he demonstrates to me repeatedly over and over that I am his. He takes his liberties over me as he possesses me and fuels the desire that we both share.

“Don’t close your eyes I want to see you”
he growls his request and I open my eyes and I watch him fuck me like I am his reason for existing, I can’t take my eyes off of him as I lay completely unguarded and open to him I am pinned to this desk as this man has his way with me.

“
Tristan Oh dear God I am so sore” then he eases out of me looking at me, gauging me.

“Baby are you ok?”
he looks down at me.

“Trista
n I don’t care make me come” my words are his command he slams into me harder and gyrates his hips and I am all sensation as he hits the spot dead on, he picks up speed I absorb all of him as my body wants this, then pain turns to pleasure as my legs tighten around him he owns me. With such a brunt and ravenous intentions his pounding rhythm is clear that he wants every last bit of me, we are meeting thrust for thrust he is pleasure to all that plagues me, his robe is open, his chest is permeated with sweat as I feel him like a bolt of lightning that unleashes desire as it oozes inside of me he is forceful I scream out a version of his name.

“Oh
God Tristan” I come so hard I see stars around his face, I throw my head back as we come together clinging onto one another and I shatter into a million pieces, I can’t move he has a vise like grip on me and I must absorb all of him, it is pleasure and desire that wins, he takes me to that place where he and I are one, he fills me with all that he’s got as he flows like molting lava soaking me flooding me I am in awe of him as we fall to the floor without breaking contact. He holds me to his chest as we lie on the plush royal green carpet of the Ritz Carlton Presidential suite. God knows what this room has been witness to.

“Oh my naughty Marietta where have you been hiding?” Tristan kisses me and holds me tight, as my arms are around his neck, what he does to me is tantalizing and erotic, he takes my breath away, this man has fucked me into capitulation, I can’t resist his advances, I can’t say no to him when he fucks me and I miss him when he is not inside me, he has shown me how he loves me and I am caught up in it.

“You are so dear to me Aria
” his words tug at my heart as he pulls me back to the here and now.

Tristan
is nuzzling my head as I come back to earth, he holds me close and I am so comfortable on him my lips at his ear and after two years of not seeing the love of my life I say what I feel.

“Tristan
you are my hearts-desire” I kiss his ear and I feel his warm smiles at my neck, he nibbles my ear the way he used to.

“Aria my dear sweet Aria you are the love of my life”
as he holds me to him we lay in each other’s arms and just let it sink in that we have finally found each other.

“
I don’t want to move” I’m sated, I’m spent and he has branded me his.

“I know what you mean I love being inside
you, you are home to me now” he kisses my neck.

“can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything Aria you know that”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“You don’t have to tell me”

“It’s been two years”

You went two years without sex?”

Well you went thirty-eight” I laugh at his comment

Yes
, but after you were gone I didn’t crave it anymore” he kisses my nose

“And now”

“Tristan is sex always like this for you?” I sit up and look down at him and he holds my head in his hands

“It’s only like this with you”

“Good answer Mr. Bach”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Aria feel this” he gyrates his hips as he is still hard inside me and he is a ho
t bolt of lightning inside me.