You're Mine ~ A Sweet & Steamy Romance

by Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku

  After the hymns had been sung, the minister joined Banjo’s right hand to Rachael’s right hand saying, “Those whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder. I now declare you, husband and wife.”

  Without being told, Banjo reached for his wife and kissed her greedily, all his anxieties dumped at the altar. “You’re mine!” he bawled.

  While Rachael wiped lipstick stains from his mouth, the crowd gave them a rousing welcome with the clapping of their hands. His lips throbbed with the heat explosion from their tongues and his head worked out how to escape from the ceremony.

  Thereafter, they knelt before the priest who blessed their marriage.

  Banjo held Rachael’s hands throughout the signing of the marriage register and for the remainder of the service. He never wanted to be separated from his wife again. Leaning sideways, he whispered in his wife’s ear. “You look so magnificent, Boobiebutt.”

  “Thank you, Nipple Tester,” she laughed, fluttering her long eyelashes.

  Flirty. Sexy. Take me home. Rachael’s body gestures were clear to him and jolts hit his groin.

  At last, the priest said the dismissal. “God the Holy Trinity make you strong in faith and love, defend you on every side and guide you in truth and peace and the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, be among you and remain with you always.”

  And the audience chorused a life-changing, “Amen.”

  Awash with need, Banjo carried his wife up and plastered her lips with his own. He ignored the choruses of congratulatory messages around him. When he finally set his wife down, they hugged their family and friends, accepting good wishes as they made their way out of the Church. Posing for photographs happened in a blur for Banjo. The wedding was over at last.

  Throughout the beachfront reception party, Banjo skimmed his fingers up Rachael’s thighs beneath the table. Watching his wife pretend to go along with the party kept him amused.

  Once every ten minutes or so, Rachael snuck her fingers below the table to mould his crotch. He jerked every time she tampered with his bulge. It was the only way they got through a packed two-hour celebration.

  Bluntly refusing to extend their stay till the evening dance party, Banjo made excuses on behalf of himself and his wife and carried Rachael away to their honeymoon destination in The Bohemian Hotel Savannah Riverfront.

  Safely ensconced in their luxury suite, Banjo drew the curtains, shutting out the stunning Savannah River and the city lights shimmering on the water surface.

  “Honeymoon was a word I didn’t think would be associated with me,” his wife said, her eyes oozing with love so fresh and sweet, he wanted to drink forever.

  “And you’re mine now, Boobiebutt. All mine.”

  His bride giggled. But it quickly turned flirty as she eased down her gown with her gaze tied to his own. Pouting her lips, she cupped one breast.

  Bangs erupted in his groin. He dashed forward, lifted her dress and cast it somewhere in the room. Unhooking her bra took him two seconds. The sound of her thongs ripping to pieces sent blood gushing to his erection. His bulge hardened inside his boxers.

  Naked before him, Rachael looked like a bomb waiting to explode. Big boobies with turgid nipples winked at him and he lowered his head to graze his teeth over one peaked tip, nipping at the tender skin around her nipple.

  A sharp moan surged out of Rachael’s mouth and he swallowed her cry with a voracious kiss. Sharp currents streamed along his spine. He slid his fingers from her breast down to her crown, grabbing the tender flesh with the yearning ravishing his body. Hot fire seared his fingers. He jerked and nipped at the corner of her lips. Captured by her soft whimpers, he delved his fingers inside her heated well of wonder. Cannon balls of flame roared through his fingers, blasting his chest with passionate fury. And he growled.

  Rachael shuddered in his arms, her legs buckling beneath her frame. Sweeping her into his arms, he sat her on the bed, eased her back to lie down and he went on his knees. The beauty of her pulsing crown left him trembling from his head to his toes. In awe of her prestigious dark thatch, he stroked her tender folds with one thumb, dunked his middle finger inside her well of heat and cuddled one breast with the palm of his other hand.

  Wriggling beneath his caresses, his wife spread out her thighs to give him unrestrained access. Intoxicated by her primal scent, he bent his head and drank from her juices, tasting and demanding a quick flow of her sweetness. Rachael jerked, screamed and tumbled over every cliff known to man as waves of ecstasy smashed through her.

  When she opened her eyes, he kissed her lips. “I love you so much, Boobiebutt. Welcome to your marriage bed.”

  As if propelled by an unseen hand, Rachael’s fingers went straight to his fly. Working fast, she unzipped his trousers, and he stripped it off and threw it aside. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged off the silk fabric. While she cuddled his balls through his boxers, she also swooped on his left nipple, scraping her teeth along his partly tattooed chest and abs. He dug his heels into the rug to stop himself taking a dive as sharp groans clenched his gut. He leaned forward to mould her breasts, but she went on her knees and blocked his hands with her shoulders.

  “You promised me your boobies.”

  For an answer, she covered his shaft with her heated mouth and he breathed in harshly, clasping her head with both hands to steady himself. Heat blazed through his chest as her tongue swiped along the tip of his erection and down the sides, while her fingers dispersed untold pleasure. Tremors sped through him so fast, he held his wife’s shoulders to curtail her sensual adventure.

  “I want you now,” he groaned, bending down. He folded her in his arms and curved his lips along her neck, breathing in roughly. Swallowed by his banked desire, he brushed his tongue across every inch of her breast, saving her coin- sized nipple as the last treat.

  Multiple screams flew out from her lips. He backed her onto the bed and straddled her hips.

  “You’re so hot!” he babbled, sliding his fingers inside her heat and stroking the tender nub in small circles.

  His wife lifted her legs and he delved deeper. Heat surged right down his arm to his chest, travelling to his erection. Eyes dim with passion, Rachael moaned, wriggling on the bed. “Suck my nipple,” she begged, cupping her breast with one hand as she arched her back.

  Bowing low, he suckled and nipped one nipple after the other until she cried out. “I’m burning up! Hurry!”

  His body tautened at the sound of her husky plea. “What else do you want from me?” He needed to hear her sexy voice beg him for what she wanted. Needed. Craved.

  “I want you to slide inside me.”

  Christ! His wife was so posh.

  “Say exactly what you want in the language you think I understand.”

  “What?” she whimpered.

  He fondled her breast and swallowed her nipple, tweaking and caressing with his tongue. She domed her back, almost sliding off the bed. He eased her down, sucked harder on her nipple and flicked his fingers around her crown. Rachael shrieked, her hips swaying around the bed. Her deepening moans nearly drove him over the edge of sanity. Wanting to hear her speak sexy words, he withdrew his fingers from her heat and cupped her breasts with both hands. Still, she jerked her hips off the bed.

  Wild with need, he crushed his mouth over hers, his tongue tap dancing along her fiery tongue. He deepened the kiss, but Rachael held his head and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. She stroked the tender skin inside his mouth so quickly, tingles spilled to his gut.

  “Fuck me, Banjo!” she sobbed inside his mouth and his body roared to life.

  “I want to hear you say it louder,” he urged, lifting her legs as he drove inside her glorious, welcoming heat.

  His body tightened, as heatwaves punched him so hard, he bit his bottom lip. Roaring fire engulfed their skin. Cupping his wife’s bum, he pulled her tighter as he thrust in and out so fast and so hard, he almost lost control.

  Sharp burst of
sweltering lava consumed his body as he rocked her from every side. Rachael screamed, jostling her hips back and forth, trapping him in her sexual dance.

  Battling to stay in control, Banjo swung her left leg higher and plunged deeper, drawing out body-tingling sobs of pleasure from his wife, who jerked, digging her nails into his arms as he threw her over the cliff.

  Spasm after spasm took her body hostage as he dived in and out still, extending her sweetness as he pressed his thumb over her soft crest. Her cry grew louder, celebrating their first union.

  Suddenly, Rachael snapped her eyes open, bounced her hips around and squeezed his erection so hard with her wonder inner muscles, he stiffened. Explosions took turns to rip him apart as he struggled to keep his wits about him. But Rachael steadied her body with her elbows, pushed forward and clenched tighter. Flames licked up his last control and he lurched forward once, twice and thrice before he collapsed on top of his wife.

  For several minutes, he opened his mouth to catch his breath. Heat still raged inside of him. With both hands, he circled his wife and she rested her head on his chest, content to grant him a broad smile. He turned up the coolness of the air-conditioner with the remote control on the bedside table.

  “Did I fuck you as hard as you expected?” he crooned, brushing back hair from her face.

  Fluttering her eyelashes at him, she licked her top lip. “A lot harder. My body is still on fire.”

  His grin widened and his body started to heat up again. “From the minute you slammed into me in Fontvieille, I knew I was taken by you. I knew in my heart. Every night, I looked myself in the mirror and I said, you’re mine.”

  Smiling with her eyes wide awake now, his wife giggled. “Even with my famous pregnancy bump?”

  Tweaking her nose with his fingers, he nodded. “Oh yes. Maybe that was part of the attraction. I was ready to do battle with the man responsible for the bump if he showed up. I knew I didn’t want to lose you. And I remember these words, sometimes, you never know what you’re missing until you find it.”

  Turning so she could stare up at him, she stroked his lips. “After our first meeting, I knew I was in trouble. My body remembered your touch. And every night, I came up with new reasons why I could never date you. By the way, those words you quoted were said by your mom.”

  Clasping his hand around her neck, he kissed her lips. “Correct. Are you hungry?”

  “For you or for food?”

  Excited by her comment, Banjo clutched his wife’s butt cheeks and rolled around the bed with her. “Which one do you want first?”

  “Food first and then back to your hard, huge bulge.” She reached for his erection and squeezed a little.

  Groaning at her touch, he snatched her nipples in his mouth and squeezed the fullness of her boobies with both hands. Slowly, he slid his erection inside her pulsing heated well, careful not to exhaust her. But fired by raw hunger, he ground his groin over hers. Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes as he rocked her well of honey. And her eyes flew at half-mast as she writhed beneath him, moaning out his name until she shut her eyes.

  Curving her heart-shaped mouth into a tender kiss, she rocked up and down so fast, torrents of desire flared through his body.

  Intoxicated by her sudden burst of energy, he stilled her hips with both hands and thrust forward and backward. But she clamped her muscles so tight, his groin burnt with live coals.

  In a mindless gale, both of them cried out as they tried to cling onto their sanity. A raging inferno tore through their bodies and they held onto to each other as more thunderstorms hit out at them, tossing them adrift on the other side of the Savannah River.

  And Later

  Three years later

  Monte Carlo, Monaco

  Totally settled in their newly-built, six-bedroom detached home in Monte Carlo with Olivia ready to play young mum, Rachael and Banjo welcomed their new-born baby boy–Giovanni Adejare Ricci.

  Banjo had many reasons to celebrate because he had won sole custody for Olivia after Tess announced her plans to relocate to Nigeria with her boyfriend.

  Excited Nan, Tinu Ricci was at the front door to relieve the new mum of her baby. “You must go in and lie down,” she urged Rachael the moment they returned from the hospital, her face wreathed in smiles. “Banjo, make sure she lies down and puts up her feet. I’ll get her food in a short while.”

  “Yes, Mum. I’m going to do just that.” Snickering behind his mum’s back, he carried Rachael inside. His wife giggled, resting her head on his chest.

  Olivia came up behind them with her own demand. “I’m going to feed Giovanni his first meal.”

  Tinu took her granddaughter’s hand and led her inside. “For now, Giovanni Adejare, my precious grandson only feeds on breast milk. Never mind, come along, you’ll help me check his diaper.”

  “If your mum finds you scoffing at her, you’re done for,” Rachael whispered in his ear.

  Since they got married, his mum fussed over them as if they were two school kids who knew nothing about anything. Rachael loved having his mum around and he eventually learned to accommodate his mum’s smothering love. Besides, she stayed with Rachael whenever he travelled away for work. When Rachael became pregnant, he refused to stay away from home longer than two days.

  Bowing his head, he swooped on his wife’s lips. “I’m tired of her excesses.”

  “Take your wife inside the bedroom and run her a bath, please.” Tinu issued her directive on her way to the nursery, throwing them a tolerant smile.

  “I know what to do!” he shot back in a mocking voice before his mum shut the door.

  Sticking her head round the nursery door with Olivia grinning widely beside her, his mum muttered. “Keep your voice down. My handsome grandson is sleeping and doesn’t wish to be disturbed by his overly excited parents.”

  Turning in his arms, Rachael kissed his lips to stop him bantering words with his mum. And he fleeced his jaw along her rosy cheeks, inflated by pregnancy, pushing his mum’s interference to the back of his mind.

  “Thank God for the gift of having our own baby,” Rachael prayed, as she tightened her arms around her husband’s neck.

  Their baby was born four days ago at thirty-eight weeks through caesarean section. It seemed her body was getting accustomed to surgical procedures of every kind. Oh, but the joy of holding her own child in her arms surpassed any pain she’d gone through. She would willingly have another surgery to have another baby. The pride and fulfilment she never thought she’d experienced strengthened her in a way she had not imagined.

  “Are you okay, Boobiebutt?” Banjo jested as he stepped into their bedroom, decorated with lots of white and red roses.

  Scented candles glowed from four corners and she inhaled, totally awash with perfect love. “Beautiful! Thank you for the sweet thought.”

  “Anytime, Boobiebutt.”

  “Now my boobies and butts have nearly doubled in size, do I get a new name, Nipple Tester?”

  Gloating in her face, Banjo kissed her lips. “No, you’re stuck with Boobiebutt forever. I love your bigger boobies and backside. Perfect for my lips and shaft.”

  A soft giggle bolted out of her mouth. “My life is so complete with you. And I’m blessed and highly favoured to have found you.”

  “No, I found you, Amore mio. And as long as you’re mine forever, nothing else matters.”

  She looked up into his eyes and her heart was cinched. “Every moment I’ve spent with you far exceeds the fantasy I spent years nurturing. I love you every minute, Nipple Tester. You’re mine too, forever and ever.”

  “You’re my world, Boobiebutt. And you’re mine, always.”

  Lowering his head, her husband claimed her tongue with his mouth, showering divine love, peace and everlasting joy to her soul.

  The End

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  Names & Meanings

  Yoruba:

  Banjo (Adebanjo) – The crown fits me

  Tinu (Tinuola) – Comes out of wealth

  Adejare –The crown has overcome

  Bolutife – It is as God desires

  Ara – family or ‘to be part of’

  Italian:

  Bettino – Blessed

  Ricci– Appealing

  Giovanni – God is gracious

  Dante – Steadfast

  English:

  Rachael – Appealing

  Olivia – Peace

  Dayna – Arbiter

  Hugh – Bright in mind and spirit

  Theresa – To harvest

  Edwards – Rich guard

  Candice – Famous bearer

  Tannon – Grace

  Jaxson – God has shown favour

  Hannah – Favour or grace

  Latin:

  Antonin – Beyond Praise

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