A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (34 page)

“No
you have the same car as me!” He is playful this morning, the sexy beast that he is.

“So are you o
n your way to the restaurant?” We are caught by a school bus as they put out the red stop sign, signaling all traffic to halt in all directions, there is a pause in the phone and I don’t hear his response, so I look back at him through my rear-view mirror, and he is nodding no with his devilish grin on that handsome face of his. Then suddenly through my speakers he speaks.

“I sti
ll have my suite at The Ritz!” Oh hell holy beast! The sexy son of a bitch just got me wet. I don’t know what comes over me at this very moment or what I am doing, but I want him! The school bus turns off the stop sign and pulls away signaling traffic to resume.

“I’ll race y
ou to the valet!” The words are out of my mouth in a Nanosecond, as I yell them in the air, I look back at him in the rear view mirror and he is smiling a sexy ear to ear grin on that beautiful face of his. Yes he is sex on fire alright. I quickly pass the school bus with echoes of screaming kids that are chattering through my open sunroof, as I pass them to get me to the Ritz before him.

I hang up and he tries to pass me but I change lanes
and cut him off, he tries to go around me and I floor it, I just make the light as I look back and he gets caught at the light as pedestrians are crossing the street in front of him. I fly over the bridge passing busses and traffic, weaving in and out of cars, as busy streets are packed with commuters on their way into downtown Cleveland.

I
quickly maneuver my Cadillac through traffic as I am a women on a mission, I am now dodging trucks, and skimming around a motorcycle and of course the ever present construction zone that we are famous for here in Cleveland, carful to make sure no workers were near me as I hurried by, I make it to Huron where I floor it so I don’t get caught at yet another light. I call Oliver to tell him I will not be in till later. My heart is pounding, the adrenalin is taking over from this moment on and I am in the moment. I turn down the short one way street where The Ritz Carlton main entrance is, no cars are at the curb so I pull up to the valet screeching tires radio blaring. Lawrence eyes me barreling towards him at the valet station I stop on a dime in front of him this poor man what I put him through he walks up to me and hands me a valet ticket.

I jump out of my car it’s still running, I flash
him my killer smile and ask him to take care of my car, Tristan pulls behind me, he jumps out of his Cadillac grinning from ear to ear in a sharp navy suit, gosh I just melt. I am so excited to see him, as he prances over to me all hot and bothered. Talk about sex on legs yeah that is him alright, handsome beyond words, dark tousled hair, hazel eyes and killer smile, I am literally coming apart at the seams just seeing him. His playful voice is cocky and arrogant as Lawrence gives him his valet a ticket as well. Tristan is very boisterous he is mouthing to me with a smile and I think to myself can he get any more adorable than he is right now?

“Aria you so ran that light!
If there was a cop there you would have gotten a ticket for sure!” his joking and playful self makes me squirm with envy as we banter back and forth.

“Oh are we a sore loser?”
I mouth off to him as I stand on the curb as he walks up to me with his hands in his pockets, he leans into me and whispers in my ear, with his deep salacious voice.

“
If memory serves me, I’m not the sore one, you are!”

I hug him
and his smile is at my ear, he kisses me in that spot that is his, he puts his arms around me and we make our way into the hotel. Holding each other close we have no shame as his hands are draped around me very provocatively I am coming apart at the seams as it is apparent we are both in need of each other. I have not seen him in more them twenty-four hours, he looks amazing, he smells like heaven and I want him.

We get in the elevator with some business men
they press six for the lobby as they are chattering about something and paying no mind to the couple canoodling in the corner at eleven am.

“I have missed you Aria” he whispers in my ear and makes me blush the
two men talk and amongst each other. Tristan stands next to me on my right his very nimble fingers running up and down my zipper at the back of my dress. I get the idea just how bad he has missed me and this damn elevator is set at a turtles pace as we crawl to the sixth floor where the lobby is. A thought crosses my mind
would he be so bold to take down my zipper with us being in the elevator with other people?
I look up at him and nod no no no to him

Tristan’s index finger tugs lightly on my zipper as he kisses my temple I am his
, he can do with me as he wishes, and if we don’t make it to his suite I am not too sure I could stop him from fucking me in this very prestigious elevator.

“
Be good” and suddenly

PING. PING, PING
The heavenly sound letting us know we are at the lobby, the two gentle exit and we follow behind them as I am enfolded under Tristan’s arm, we walk across the lobby to the next set of elevators and hit fourteen for the presidential suite.

W
e are alone. He grabs my face and kisses me, pushing me against the elevator wall pinning me with his hips as his ever present erection presses against my belly the door opens and we almost fall out of the elevator, we barely make it to the room, I drop my purse, he has my zipper down on my dress and it is left at the door, with his discarded jacket.

He takes off his shoes a
nd socks while I make quick work of his tie, he smells so good, we are both in Chanel, but his Egoiste sends me over the edge, I love it on him.

I drop his shirt to the floor and he unhooks my bra, and pulls down m
y panties as I step out of them and kick off my heels.

I can get his pants undone and down
with one hand…it’s an occupational hazard, working in men’s clothing.

I pull down his boxers.
He steps out of it all and picks me up and kisses me as he walks over to the bed. I pull the duvet back and he lays me down, he stops and looks at me as I am naked on his bed just waiting for him to have his wicked way with me.

“Aria you are
so beautiful,” I’m breathless and aching for his touch, he kneels down on the bed over me and kisses me.

“Did you miss me?”

“What do you think?” leaning up on my elbows

“
Let me see…” He stretches out next to me and slowly runs his hand down my breast as he rubs my nipple between his thumb and index finger, he caresses my silky smooth skin as he trails kisses down to my sex as it begins to throb and pulse under his touch. I feel the familiar ache as I yearn for him, he sticks his finger inside me fondling me as, I can’t hide anything from him…ok we all know he got me wet in traffic ten minutes ago.

“Yes I think
you have” at the same time he kisses my lips and it does delicious things to me deep inside.

“
Are you still sore?”

“Maybe
…would it matter?” his sexy smile looms as he rubs his thumb on my jewel, swirling it around as our eyes never leave one another, I bend my knees and part them slightly, it is so erotic how I come unglued, he kisses me and fondles me, his fingers forever tantalizing me in a spot that only he knows, and before I can even comprehend what is going on my legs tighten, my hips are moving it feels so good, I come under his persecution quickly, he pushed down on my jewel and my orgasm last longer, his kisses leave me breathless, he is smiling as he hovers over me, we are in our own little world full of erotic pleasure, unleashed desires and passion only for each other.

“Oh how I love to make
you come!” He is, beyond my wildest dreams, I just can’t get enough of  him. I want more of the illicit Mr. Bach, as he lays naked beside me I want every last inch of him.

“Oh yeah, co
me here” I pull him on-top of me, I reach up with both hands and caress his face, he is clean shaven and smells delectable, of Chanel Egoiste oh how I have missed this man, just the hint of his cologne and all my memories flood my mind, did I ever have a chance in hell of resisting him?

When we first met he was the bad boy with killer i
nstincts and a soft spot for me, I never thought I was
good enough
for him. He is just how I remember him after all these years, except now he loves me and I feel beautiful in his arm, we never got to experience one another this way and it is new, exciting and mind-blowing to say the least.

Oh dear God can he kiss, when our lips meet, my blood pulses though my veins, he ignites me from within, my tongue finds its way into his mouth and his in mine, his erection is growing against me, and I want him, I don’t care how sore I am or who’s I am I want him to fill me and take me away from my thoughts, my troubles and my worries, I lift my hips to meet him and he enters me and it is excruciating at first, I’m still a bit sore and he is hard and unstoppable as he eases out of me slowly and then back in me again, at a steady pace, my heart is racing he is making me want him, it’s almost like he is teasing me still with his slow persecution and then I realize it is what sends me over the edge, it’s like he is winding me up, he knows how to persecute me and fuck me, pleasure me in ways I did not know were possible, then he picks up speed as he pounds into me and I come like crazy losing all control, our eyes are on one another, the last thing I see are tiny stars around his face, then he comes loud and hard inside me, and the stars blind me, I close my eyes as he holds me tight on my hips and fills me, my whole body is convulsing, he falls down onto me his head between my breast, my hands on his fine ass, I just realized I was pushing his behind into me deeper and deeper as I’m coming slowly back down to reality at this moment I know we are both going be slaves to this.

I grab his face
and kiss him gently.

“
Tristan, you made me see stars!” my grin, this smile is all he needed to know he owns me. I enfold his head to my breast and hug him as he kisses me between my breast and it tickles as I begin to giggle.

“
Oh Aria, you have always been my shining star and sometimes my only glimmer of hope”

His words warm my heart, he
looks up at me and I am wearing this new designer smile by Tristan, it’s a combination of sexual gratification with a hint of salacious humor. Tristan gets one look at me and he knows I want more.

“I could never forget you because you gave me so much to remember”

“Aria you were meant to be mine!” he moves to pull out of me and I clinch my pelvis-floor muscle and wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight.

“Whoa
Aria? You insatiable woman you!” I run my hands through his hair and mess it up and kiss him quickly.

“Now that I’ve got you where I want you, were y
ou stalking me this morning?”

His teeth are clinching his
bottom lip holding back that sexy smile of his.

“Aria I had a breakfast meeting on your side of town and I was going to stop by your house but I saw you in traffic so I caught up to you! Satisfied?”

“Yes in more ways than one” I release my pelvic-floor muscle and drop my legs onto the bed releasing my hold on him.

Tristan rolls onto his back and pulls me to lay my head on his chest. He is running his fingers through my hair.

“
Cafune
…
is Portuguese for running ones fingers through the hair of someone you love” he is beyond romantic, he is sex on fire.

“You are quite the linguist Mr. Bach”

“You should know” from romantic interludes to sex craved bad boy…jeez

“Was I on your
to do list
today Tristan?” he smiles at me as my chin is on his chest looking up at him.

“You are all I ever want to
do
Aria” he kisses me as he runs his hand rhythmically up and down my back so soothingly.

“You look beautiful today in that dress, it’s definitely your color.”
I look at my fuchsia Chanel dress as it lays on the floor discarded with his clothes, as they are just flung everywhere, savages is all I can think.

“You are killer in a navy suit I have to admit, irresistible actually”

“You think?” he kisses my nose.

“Tr
istan I raced you through downtown traffic, I ran a red light and sped through a construction zone what d’you think?”

“I think I have neve
r had this with anyone before” oh shit he had to get serious out loud,

shit
! shit! shit! I’m quiet now; I don’t have the heart to be sarcastic when he becomes serious, his soothing finger are caressing me as he runs them up and down my back, and I am playing as my fingernail weaves a rhythmic pattern into his chest hair

“Aria what are you thinking?”
I really don’t want to hurt him, so I better lighten the mood.

“Nice caddy” he smiles at me.

“I saw it and it reminded me of you”

“So I guess I’m a forgone conclusion?”