Tag Forever Mine

by Catherine Charles

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Presley and I stand in the exact spot where I apologized to her months ago. Where she said yes to me and yes to our future. Snow still covers the nearby evergreen branches while all around us is fresh powdery snow.

  “First, on behalf of Robert and Presley, I want to thank all of you for joining us today. When I first met these two back in high school, it was clear that one day they would end up here, it might have taken a little longer than we all expected, but here they are. At a young age, this couple was entirely devoted to one another.

  “Sometimes though, storms can pull us apart and it’s in those moments apart where we discover our true strengths, we find our North Star, the thing that guides us home. For Presley and Robert, that was baseball.”

  I look at Presley who is practically glowing as she looks back and forth between Coach and me. My thumb brushes against her knuckles. I can’t wait to kiss her.

  “I once asked Presley why baseball was so important to her. Out of all the other fields there were, why did she focus the majority of her time on this one sport. Her response seemed so simple, but yet, to those of us that know her best, we knew the deeper meaning behind it. Presley, do you remember what you told me?”

  She nods yes, looks at me and squeezes my hand once more. “Because baseball has my heart and always will.”

  “So with that being said, and because I think the temperature is starting to drop, I will now ask the two of you to repeat after me in saying your vows.”

  Neither one of us waste any more time in reciting after Coach and as I slide Presley’s wedding band on her finger I can feel her excitement build. She slides mine on and gives me a mischievous smile letting me know my vixen is lying just underneath the surface.

  “I now pronounce you man and wife. Robert, you may now kiss your bride.”

  Presley jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck as I lean slightly back, taking everything about this moment in. She is my wife and I am her husband. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep her safe and happy from this day forward. I may have saved her life in high school, but she has saved me on a daily basis. She pulls away first as a smile spreads across her face. Claps and whistles finally register against my ear as I watch her cheeks turn a light pink, but it’s the sound of Kringle barking that pulls us back to the present and she giggles into my ear, “I didn’t even realize he was here!”

  “Of course he’s here. I couldn’t let our first child miss out on finally seeing mommy and daddy get married.” She squeezes tighter. “You’re such a goof.”

  “Yes, but now I’m your goof.”

  “You always were.” She slides down me and shivers the moment she’s away from me.

  “You ready to get warmed up?”

  “Yes! I’m freezing out here,” she giggles.

  I take my jacket off and wrap it around her shoulders, holding her tightly next to me as we make our way down the aisle and into our reception for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. West.

  Chapter Thirty-four

  We opted for a simple reception. Drinks, mingling, family style dinner, and cake. There is a private room just off the front entrance that has been furnished with a couch, two wing backed chairs and a coffee table. I immediately pull Presley into it, closing the door behind us, capturing her lips with mine, taking my time with her as I memorize the first, or technically second, time I kiss my wife.

  “I love you so much. You look…”

  I look her up and down as she does a little spin. “Do you like it?”

  “Presley, you are exquisite.” She smiles up at me while I cup her face, my thumbs brush against her smiling cheeks as I slowly sip at her, pulling her bottom lip through my teeth, eliciting a small whimper from her as she relaxes against me.

  “Come here.” I lead her over to the couch and sit down first, the back and arm rest supports my angled body as she sits down next to me, her back leaning against my chest as I wrap an arm around her shoulders.

  “So Mrs. West, what’s the first thing you would like to do as a married woman?”

  “Stay in here with you for just a few moments.”

  There is laughter coming from the reception hall, but in here its calm and peaceful. I kiss the sensitive spot on her neck, just behind her ear lobe and she scooches closer into me, letting out a happy little moan.

  “You like that?” I whisper seductively against her skin as she angles her head away from me, giving me more of herself.

  “Very much,” she breathlessly replies.

  My mouth, once again, finds that little pleasure spot, giving it attention, but careful not to leave a mark. My hand moves down from her shoulders and slips under the fabric of her dress, caressing her breast and teasing her nipple. Her body shifts under me as I pull a reaction from her. Her breathing quickens. With one hand she threads our fingers together while her other hand wraps round the back of my neck, holding me in place. My cock hardens as I listen to her breath.

  A quick knuckled knock on the door stops us. I remove my hand from under her dress. She whimpers a little as Liv peaks her head in. “Come on you two. Mingle. Eat. Have some cake and then you can go finish whatever you’ve obviously started.”

  I glance at Presley, whose chest has become a splotch shade of red. “We’ll be out in a couple minutes Liv.”

  She doesn’t blush under Liv’s gaze like she usually would have.

  Liv closes the door and I go back to what I started. However, I’m stopped before I can even run my tongue over the nibble I just placed on her neck.

  “Come on. We can finish this tonight.” She pats my thigh and I let out a defeated whine, dropping my forehead onto her shoulder.

  “Can I at least see what’s on underneath?”

  “Nope,” she says as she moves to get up, “because there’s nothing there.”

  My vixen’s let me in on her little secret and in doing so has called the devil from me. I pull her back down to the couch, eliciting a giggle from her, and get up. Rearranging the pillows so she’s comfortable and then head to lock the door.

  “What are you doing?” she giggles, “We have to get out there.”

  “They can wait. I can’t,” I snarl out.

  “Robert.” She says cautiously as I stalk towards her. “Robert I swear if you mess this dress up—”

  “Really? The dress? You’re more worried about that then our first time being on a couch? I laugh at our situation and how innocent she can sometimes be.

  “Well that too.” She blushes as I kneel before her.

  “Don’t worry princess, neither of those things will happen. Just relax.”

  She rests her head on one of the pillows as I slowly start to lift her dress, exposing more and more of her to me the higher it goes. My fingertips graze her inner thigh as she moves under my touch. My eyes widen with desire as I realize she wasn’t lying. I slowly start to massage her clit with my thumb as I work two fingers into her.

  “Fuck baby girl. You’re so wet for me.”

  Her breathing is already shallow from before. Her moans come in little whimpers as she works to stay quiet. Her hips buck with each trust of my hand as I finger fuck her before lowering my mouth down to her center to tease her. Her hips grind against me as my tongue penetrates deep into her. Her whimpers turn into soft cries as she runs her fingers through my hair, holding me firm when I hit a spot she likes.

  “Presley baby, I need you to come for me sweetheart.” I feel her tighten as my fingers curl up to hit that perfect little spot. She grips firmly to my hair as her legs tighten around me and she gives me her release.

  An “Oh My God” is panted out as she gives into me.

  Soothing her after her climax, I watch her chest rise and fall. “Think that will hold you for a couple of hours?” She nods and I pick myself up off the floor. “Stay here and don’t move.” I step into the private bathroom and am lucky enough to find a washcloth. She r
eaches out her hand to me, but I pull back. “Allow me.” Carefully I clean her up, making sure to be gentle with her sensitive areas.

  “You really will take care of me, won’t you?”

  “Forever and ever. Now come on. We have guests we can’t keep waiting any longer.”

  I quickly rinse my mouth out with mouth wash and try to fix my hair as best I can. We look each other over once more and make our entrance hand in hand.

  * * *

  As we emerge from our own little world and greet our guests, I cling tightly to Robert. Neither one of us venturing more than an arms-length away from the other.

  We’ve waited for this day to come for so long and now that it’s here, it feels like a dream.

  We sit around the large square dinner table, all of our friends and family share stories of the two of us from different points in our lives together. Of course our mothers talk about us as children and how Robert would try and chase me around with worms and frogs when we were little, and how I would retaliate by throwing something on him.

  I vaguely remember the time he put a frog in my Valentine's box, and I covered him with glitter.

  “It was everywhere,” Diane laughed, “I was still finding glitter in his hair months later.”

  Everyone laughs and Robert buries his face into my shoulder. “I still can't stand the sight of pink glitter,” he says quietly in my ear.

  “That’s a shame. I was going to paint our daughter’s room in glitter.”

  He looks at me lovingly and discretely touches my stomach. Liv looks at me, eyes wide as she notices the placement of Robert’s hand and I shake my no. I watch as her hopefulness disappears.

  As dinner finishes we move through the rest of the reception. Robert and Diane have their dance, followed by Daddy and me, before I’m finally spun into the arms of my waiting husband. I run my fingers up his neck and through his hair as he holds me lighter than a feather, our foreheads resting together as I close my eyes and allow him to lead me wherever he may go. Liv has offered to sing our first dance song while Trey plays guitar. I had forgotten what a beautiful voice she had.

  The song comes to a close and as Robert kisses my nose I once again open my eyes to a silent room and two crying mothers. Robert and I laugh, and he tells them to knock it off. The room erupts in laughter and we make our way over to the double layer buttercream cake topped with winter berries, evergreen, and pinecones. Robert and I look at each other as we are handed the knife and prepare to cut our slice out.

  “Before we cut this beautiful cake, Presley and I wanted to make sure that Trey and Liv were close by so that they can see how it’s done, for future reference.”

  Trey and Liv make their way over to the table, Liv standing by me and Trey standing by Robert.

  “Okay you two. Watch carefully. Presley and I went over this with the baker last week.” As we each cut a piece to feed to one another Robert and I surprise Trey and Liv with cake to their faces.

  “Oh. My. God!” Liv screeches out, “Robert Lucas West!”

  Everyone erupts in laughter. Trey looks to have taken the cake smash in good humor, but I seriously worry about Liv killing my new husband.

  Quickly, he grabs my hand and we run out the front doors and into our waiting car. Liv is close behind us, but I know that even though she seems mad, she really is a good sport with it all. Robert opens the door for me, and I slide in. He turns to face everyone and thanks them for their love and support and hands Liv a handkerchief before sliding in next to me and driving off.

  The drive to the cabin is spent nestled in each other, kissing, touching, whispering little nothings into each other’s ear. It isn’t until I step foot into the cabin that I become incredibly nervous.

  Here is this man, tall and strong, standing before me, loving everything about me and I can’t help but feel small under his gaze. Tonight something feels different between us. I don’t know if it’s because we are now married, but I can tell Robert feels it too. As he stalks towards me I look down at the ground until he lifts my chin to him. “Go slow with me tonight.” My voice is just barely above a whisper.

  “I plan on it my love.” His lips brush against mine as I melt under him.

  I turn around and he slowly unzips my dress, kissing my spine as it comes into view.

  He turns me back around and I watch him shed his clothing. First his jacket, tie, socks, and shoes. I reach for the hem of his shirt and gently pull it up from his pants. Unbuttoning it from the top down, running my hands across his abdomen and chest, outlining every muscle, trying to commit them to memory. His shirt falls off.

  He helps me out of my gown, easing me down onto the bed, laying there unprotected, just waiting for him to claim me.

  He climbs onto the bed next to me and kisses my collarbone, working his way up my neck. His fingertips slowly running from my throat, down in between my breast and across my stomach. His mouth lands on my lips, his tongue takes ownership of mine. Two fingers slide into my aching hot center as I cry out in pleasure. His mouth captures my moans and I gasp for air, stealing his from him.

  I pull him closer to me as I strive to deepen our kiss, my hips grind hard against his hand, as I struggle with the button on his pants. When I’m finally able to open them, I push them down far enough to grasp his cock with my free hand and begin to stroke him.

  He pulls back from me with a boastful smile. “I thought you wanted it slow, beautiful.”

  “I can't. I need you. Please.” I plead, begging him to give me what I desire.

  He finishes removing his pants and hovers on top of me while I guide him to my entrance.

  “God Presley. You’re so fucking tight.” He hisses as he slides inch by glorious inch inside of me.

  “Make me come, Robert. I need you. I need this.”

  He thrust deeper into me; our eyes locked on each other as we move together giving each other what we both want. Animalistic growls fill our cabin. Each deep stroke comes stronger and more erratic as he nears his release. I can feel him building with me and I let go while he hangs on a little bit longer. Riding a wave of ecstasy that only begins to taper before he pulls another from me, and we ride this wave together. His swollen cock pulses strong within me, his teeth clamp hard around my shoulder as my fingers claw viciously at his back.

  “That, my beautiful wife, was amazing.” His eyes trail my shaking body as I lie limp on top of the mattress. He presses his lips hard against mine, pulling my bottom lip through his teeth, squeezing each sensitive breast firmly in his hand before he props up on his forearm and rolls me over, hoisting my backside in the air. “Remember Presley, always use your words.” I smile to myself as Robert positions himself behind me. This is my favorite Robert. The man that doesn’t hold who he is back from me. He kisses my ass and then slaps it hard, leaving the perfect little sting behind and causing me to rock forward. “Are you ready?” I look back over my shoulder and bat my eyes at him with a smile, “Words, Mrs. West.”

  Firmly he grips my waist with one hand and massages my clit once again until I’m wet for him before he slams into me. This time he’s rough, his actions much more possessive as I give into him. I love the way he takes control and I do whatever he asks of me. “Say my name Presley.”

  “Fuck. Robert.” I manage to moan out as he drives into me.

  “Is this what you like my little vixen?” His fist wraps around my hair as he pulls back on it and I cry out.

  “God. Yes! Please. Robert! More!”

  I spread my legs wider for him, allowing him to penetrate deeper until my arms give out and he catches me, pulling me back against his chest, my mouth searches for his as I lean against his shoulder, his hand lightly gripping my throat as our tongues fight for dominance until we both spiral out of control, completely spent and clinging to one another in exhaustion.

  The night continues like this. Moments of intense pleasure combined with peaceful resting, his arms are my favorite place to be; and as I drift off to sleep I inhale hi
m deeply and whisper a quiet plea, “Please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

  His arms hold me tighter as he tilts my tired head up to him, savoring my lips before speaking against them. “This is definitely not a dream my love. I love you, Mrs. West.”

  Chapter Thirty-five

  After our wedding night, Robert and I returned to the ranch and turned my bedroom into our makeshift home. Not exactly the greatest way to start out as a new married couple, but we were managing.

  My parents and Gramps left us alone as long as the door was closed, and I’ve become exceptionally good at staying quiet while we’re in bed. However, I think he takes my quietness as a challenge and likes to see just how hard or just how deep he can take it to get me to make a sound. I’m definitely not complaining and the teeth marks on his forearm and shoulder will eventually heal. I was shocked to discover how much I enjoyed biting and the way it spurs him to a new intensity.

  With only a week in between the wedding and Christmas, we all agreed this year to skip presents and just spend time together. Diane is coming over for breakfast and then we are all going over to her house for dinner.

  My assistant, Liz, has been looking at homes for us and has sent us three options to choose from. I only need to see the exterior images and floor plans since I’m planning on remodeling the house before we move in. I get an email from her just as Robert walks through the living room and I call him over to the couch with me. “Hey babe come look at these homes Liz just sent over.”

  The first is a two story, southern plantation style with a large circular courtyard set between the two garages, the second is a ranch style stucco home with a tin roof and cacti in the front, and the third is a traditional French tutor style, perfectly manicured lawn but missing a wow factor.

  “I kinda like the first one. I can see us playing with the kids out front and it looks plenty big for when family comes down to visit.”

  “It’s also on ten acres. It’s not a farm yet, but it is zoned for agriculture and livestock, so we could always turn it into one in the future. I know that’s something you wanted.”