Love In Rewind (24 page)

"You can wait until tonight … for the love of God, leave her alone for one night," she screamed.

He was holding a pillow over his straining hard-on. The scene was unforgettable and hysterical. The look on my sister's face was priceless. She was trying hard to look at him with disgust and contempt but those two emotions are hard to fabricate around Louis Bruel naked and smirking with that damn dimple plastered on his cheek.

"Can you please leave our room? I have a gift for your sister," Louis yelled mockingly back at JenJen.

"I know what kind of gift you have. You'll have to explain to your gift it has to wait until after the ceremony. Emily has to get ready."

"Jenna, please, we need some privacy unless you want me to drop the pillow."

Jenna gave him the
I'm warning you
look and then she gave me the
be strong
look and stormed out. Louis dropped the pillow, giving me a glimpse of what would soon all be legally mine.

"I'm ready for my gift … I won't tell, if you won't."

He jumped into bed and shut my mouth with a proper good morning kiss. He pulled me to him and straddled me on his hips. He pulled a box from his nightstand drawer. I guess he was serious about getting me a gift.

"Louis, I didn't know. I didn't get you anything."

"Em, you're marrying me today and you're sitting naked on my dick … if you find a gift to top that … I want it!"

I lowered myself to kiss my most prized gift of all. I didn't even want to leave him for a few hours to go get ready. I just wanted for us to stay in bed together forever. I'm sure the Rabbi could just marry us in bed. He pulled the square red box open to reveal matching sapphire and canary diamond earrings, a pendant, and tennis bracelet. It was magnificent and must've cost more than some people's homes. It was beautiful.

"It's incredible and I don't deserve it. I haven't done anything to earn this."

He looked at me, confused by my reaction. Whenever Louis bought me crazy expensive things I felt undeserving. I hadn't worked for any of this. He didn't need to spend his hard earned money on me. I didn't need this.

"You deserve the moon, the sky, and the fucking stars. Once I figure out a way to get those they'll be yours. If I can't buy you things, then what's the point of me having all my millions? Everything that is mine is yours. I didn't steal the money I have. I earned it! I earned it for us. Emily, please let me give you beautiful things."

I nodded. There was no point arguing with him. He loved me and he got me things that he thought pleased me. "Thank you. It's beyond stunning, I'll wear them today."

Jen and I decided to have a local designer supply the flowers for my wedding. Every inch of the beach was covered in pink peonies and lilacs. Our
Chuppa
was constructed over our infinity-edged pool overlooking the ocean. The pool was covered with a special lucite stage with a sea of water lilies trapped under the glass. It looked as if we were walking in Monet's garden toward a flower altar. Once the sun started to set, the hundreds of candles illuminated the night sky. My parents, my nana Rose and Louis' mom all stood with us under the
Chuppa
.

I was wearing a cream-colored, strapless, mermaid bottom, silk taffeta Carolina Herrera gown designed just for me. Louis wore a black Kiton tux that was hand delivered from Italy and fitted to perfection in Turks a week before our wedding. Holding his hands and listening to him profess his love to me, promising to take care of me in front of God and our family was equivalent to having my heart beat outside my chest. It was indescribable. That night was perfect.

Louis had only one request for our wedding. He wanted to be in charge of the musical entertainment. I remember Jen and I agreeing but being slightly apprehensive. I wanted everything to be perfect. I should've known Louis Bruel couldn't do anything less than perfect. We had more musicians attend our wedding than guests. You would think we were at Carnegie Hall attending a symphony. Our first dance still takes my breath away and chokes me with tears every time I let my heart relive that moment. A beautiful older woman walked out on the illuminated checkered dance floor that was set up on the beach under a huge white tent. With her soulful sexy jazz voice she serenaded us to our first dance. She belted out
What Are You Doing For The Rest Of Your Life
and I stopped breathing. I was floating away with my husband and letting each word wash over me.

What are you doing for the rest of your life?

North and South and East and West of your life

I have only one request of your life

That you spend it all with me…

That song still plays in my subconscious as the background to all my dreams. Hollywood couldn't have scripted my wedding better if they tried. It was spectacular from beginning to end, just like my husband. Every song that played at my wedding had meaning. Louis, with Sara's help, chose all of my favorite ‘80s songs. He didn't want to let anyone except my dad dance with me. I had to beg his mother to make him dance with her for a few songs so I could sneak a dance in with Mike and Eddie.

Sara and I even had our girls' moment where we danced to Tina Turner's
Simply The Best
like we were back in my room and it was just the two of us
.
Louis enjoyed our little show, but came to claim his runaway bride and made sure I danced only with him for the rest of the night. At midnight we toasted the New Year with a private fireworks display as a surprise treat from my husband. He wanted to know during the light spectacle if we could have another 4
^th
of July performance but this time with penetration. He could do whatever he wanted to me from that day on and I would love every minute of it. We danced all night and made sweet love into the morning hours long after our guests had left. It was our fairy tale. I should've known the end would be closing in on my fairy tale eventually. Fairy tales aren't meant to last outside the pages of a book.

Happy V-Day...

O
ur first year of marriage was filled with many risqué sexcapades. On Valentine's Day, which was also a little over a month after our wedding, I decided to surprise my husband at work for once. After a quick trip the day before to Agent Provocateur, I came into his Upper East Side office. The über young, blonde receptionist told me my husband was still out in a meeting. She offered to open his office for me so I could wait for him there.

"Mrs. Bruel, right this way. I'm sure Louis will be happy to see you once he gets back."

So I'm Mrs. Bruel but my husband is Louis, I thought to myself with a ping of something that was bordering on jealousy and animosity.

"Stephanie, you can call me Emily, especially since I'm probably younger than you."

There we go now, I feel better for her calling her boss by his first name. She gave me a knowing smile and unlocked Louis' office.

I was wearing a Diana Von Furstenberg wrap around red polka dot dress and I had on my black satin corset with crotchless underwear hiding underneath. It was early afternoon. I hoped Louis wouldn't take too long with his meeting or I might lose my nerve.

I walked around his office doing a little snooping. I found our wedding picture prominently displayed on his desk, which made me happy. He had a huge jar full of Twizzlers. He consumed an obscene amount of that confection every day. I also found a picture of a ten-year-old Louis with his dad in an open jeep. They were both wearing safari hats. God, he looked so much like his dad. I smiled to myself thinking about what our kids would one day look like.

I wondered if I shouldn't wait for him to come back before I stripped, and instead just wait for him in my sexy lingerie behind his desk or on his couch. I called Stephanie up front.

"Stephanie, when my husband gets back make sure he's alone and don't let him know I'm here. I'd like to surprise him."

"Okay Mrs.—I mean Emily. No problem."

Forty minutes later I could hear the lock turn and the door start to open. My heart was beating out of my chest with anticipation. Louis walked through the door slowly, his eyes looking down at some paperwork he was holding, not yet taking in my presence. He looked preoccupied and deep in thought.

I was lying down in my tight satin corset with my boobs pushed up almost up to my neck. I had my legs slightly parted so that my sex was peeking out of my crotchless satin underwear. I still had my black Manolo Blahnik heels on with my knees somewhat bent so that the heels dug into the green leather couch. He walked right past me and went to sit behind his desk, fetching a Twizzler. I guess I blended into the surroundings. The couch was positioned on his left against the window and across from the door. I started to touch myself by running my fingers down my satin corset. Louis noticed the movement and lifted his gaze. Our eyes locked.

Surprise then shock registered on his face. Still silently assessing my ensemble, I could see the beginning of what looked like a smile creep onto his beautiful lips. Not looking away from me Louis picked up his phone and snapped his command, "Hold my calls and cancel my appointments, something just came up." No hello, no goodbye, no thank you, just point-blank like he always was:
wham, bam, thank you ma'am
. He dropped the Twizzler and got up, still not looking away from me. He walked over and locked the door. He removed his jacket and threw it on the floor. He then sat in a chair at the foot of the couch facing me. His no nonsense attitude was beyond hot. My heart rate started picking up. My hand had now made the journey to my exposed crotch.

Louis leaned back, getting comfortable on the chair and loosening his tie. He put his right foot over his left knee. He rested his chin on a propped up hand and just watched me. I was incited to put on an erotic show for my indulgent husband. I parted my legs marginally to give him a better view of my wet sex. I played with my aching clit, rubbing my moisture into it. Him just staring at me with no words was a little unnerving. I wanted to know if this was as hot for him as it was for me. I slipped a wet finger inside my pussy. Louis' eyes widened and his breath hitched with the sound of my finger entering my wet slit; yes, he was affected by my brazen behavior in his office. I brought my other hand back up and lowered the breast cup of the corset. My boob jiggled out of its confines and a stiff nipple emerged, saluting its master. I started squeezing the nipple between my fingers. I hadn't yet looked away from him.

Louis ran his dark gaze up and down my body, watching me masturbate for him. That little display of mine felt very raunchy and risqué with him egging me on. I started to moan in a low voice. My own finger worked me to chase my climax. I was grinding my hips into my fingers. Louis was with me. He was taking in long slow breaths. He dropped his propped leg from his knee and leaned forward with both elbows coming to rest on his parted outstretched thighs.

My boobs were big enough that if I wanted to, and I did right then, I could reach down and suck my own nipples. I lowered my head and cupped my breast, bringing it close to my mouth. I started sucking my own firm nipple. When my lips closed around my rigid bud, Louis let out his first sound. "Fuck," was all he said before he took hold of his straining hard-on. Him touching himself was exciting. I started massaging my clit at warp speed. I was groaning like a caged animal from the sight of my husband finally losing control.

Louis jumped off the chair. He unzipped and freed his cock in the blink of an eye. He was working his shaft so hard it looked painful. He was now standing close, hunched over me. I looked up at him releasing my wet nipple with a pop and leaned toward him opening my mouth wide. We needed no verbal communication. Our eyes did all the talking. Louis positioned his cock at my mouth and cupped my jaw with his free hand. As soon as my lips came in contact with his tip he closed his eyes. He was holding me with one hand and his cock with the other. He was feeding me his cock one inch at a time. I tried to take as much of him as I could without suffocating. The taste of him and the scent of him made me frantically massage my clit. Louis let go of my jaw and lowered his hand to test my arousal.

"Fuck baby!"

We were operating on sentences composed of two words—max. His fingers found my sweet spot and he drove two long talented fingers inside my drenched channel. His fingers did a much better job than I ever could. I clenched my jaw around his cock at his invasion. I was close. I could feel my body start to give in to the building eruption within my core. I started moaning with Louis lodged in my throat. I was still rubbing my clit and holding onto his submerged hand as I started to explode.

Our vulgar sight was playing out in the back of my closed eyelids, which only kept the waves of pleasure coming over me. I was still holding Louis' hand clenched deep in me when he stopped pumping his hips into my now lax mouth. He removed his fingers from my hole and let go of his cock. He grasped my head with both hands over my hair and pushed himself unbearably deep into my mouth. He belted out my name and purged his cum deep into my throat. When we finished our lewd display of passion, we were both ready to collapse.

"Nice to see you, Mrs. Bruel. What brings you to this neck of the woods?" he said as if we hadn't just gotten one another off in the kinkiest, most shameless mid-day booty call.

"It was the wood that brought me here, Mr. Bruel," I answered smugly. He dropped to his knees and finally kissed me hello.

"Is that really what I taste like?" he asked, making a pained face.

I nodded, "It's an acquired taste. I'm not sure I'd survive without it, much like you and your Twizzlers."

"It's a good thing you taste nothing like my cum."

We laughed. I finally got off the couch and sat on my husband's lap. "Happy Valentine's Day," I announced.

"Em, you're the only Jew I know who celebrates every goddamn holiday."

"What? Everybody celebrates Valentine's Day. It's the day of love."

"Baby, I'm not complaining. You can wear sexy lingerie for me for Christmas, Easter, St. Patrick's Day; I fucking love it. Wherever you got this outfit go back and get more. Better yet, call them up and order one of everything in the store. I plan to watch the surveillance video of you getting yourself off in my office every day."