Wedding Planning With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance)

by J A Fielding

  “That meeting went really bad, huh?” he said looking at her. She rolled her eyes and sat up.

  “You have no idea,” she said leaning against the headboard. “And the fact that I had seen Jay yesterday with all his you-really-wanna-marry-Mitchell gimmicks…” Mitchell put his hand up cutting her short mid-sentence.

  “You talked to Jay?” he asked looking at her. Natasha felt her heart beat faster. She had totally and completely forgotten that she had yet to tell Mitchell of the talk she had with Jay.

  “Yeah, we were having lunch…”

  “…you had lunch with him?” he asked cutting her short again.

  “No, Mitchell,” she said. “Jeez, relax. Me, Rita and Stacy were having lunch and he found us there,” she added. She was a bit happy that he was jealous.

  “What did he want this time?” he asked passively. Natasha took a long deep breath.

  “He asked me if I was sure about marrying you,” she said. “And that he was still available should I change my mind or anything,” she added silently. She looked over at Mitchell who was breathing heavily. She knew that a lot of things pissed him off and Jay, well, he just happened to top the list. “Baby,” she said placing a hand on his clenched fist. “You okay?” she asked in a quiet voice. There was sadness in her voice as well as concern. She hated that this was happening, especially now. Especially since she had not seen Mitchell for so long.

  “I hate it that he gets to me so much,” Mitchell said taking Natasha’s hand in his.

  “I know, but don’t let him get to you,” she said. “I’m here. That’s all that matters,” she added resting her head on his shoulder. She gasped when he pulled her away from his shoulder. It was all so sudden; some strands of her hair had actually gotten caught up in his zipper. She looked into his eyes as he held the back of her head.

  “You are mine,” he said in a hushed voice, almost a whisper.

  “And you are mine,” she said looking into his eyes. She gasped again when he suddenly pulled her down and got on top of her in one swift move. She looked up at him, in fear but somewhat turned on as he looked down at her. He kissed her briefly before he moved his attention to her neck and chin. She smiled up at him.

  “I missed that,” she said. “Do that again,” she said to him. Mitchell smiled.

  “What this?” he asked as he kissed her neck. Natasha moaned as she felt his warm lips on her neck. “And this?” he asked again as he continued trailing kisses down her neck. His hand went down her torso, feeling her hardening nipples press against his palm.

  “Yeah, like that,” she said as she felt him teasing her already hard nipples.

  “What about this?” he asked as he slowly ran a hand up her bare thigh. She closed her eyes and arched her back as she felt his hand getting dangerously close to her core.

  “Yeah, baby,” she moaned. “Yes, just like…” Her words were cut short by Mitchell claiming her lips in a long sensual kiss. She kissed him back long and hard, never intending to let him go. Mitchell brought his body on top of hers as he kissed her. His cold belt pressed on her tummy against the sheer fabric of her lacy night dress. Mitchell pulled away from her, breaking their kiss. She looked up at him, her eyes full of longing. He cupped her face and brought his face down again only this time he did not kiss her lips. Instead he kissed her neck, her chin and continued to pull the sides of her nightdress off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts. She felt a shudder go through her body as he kissed her breast, proceeding down to take her full nipples inside his hot mouth. She put a hand over her mouth to keep in the screams that threatened to escape her lips as Mitchell circled her nipples with his increasingly hot and wet tongue.

  Mitchell continued sucking on her nipple as he gave her other nipple equal attention from his flicking fingertips. She tried reaching for his crotch but he held her hand down as he continued sucking on her nipple. He pulled away from her and she opened her eyes, thankful that his erotic torture was over. Her relief was short lived as he took in her other nipple, only to suck as hard if not harder than he had sucked on her at first. She gave in to her pleasure and began moaning. She was still moaning when she felt Mitchell’s lips pulling away from her again.

  “You are clearly over the top and I have only just began,” he said smiling. She opened her mouth to respond but he was quick enough to silence her with a long kiss. She wrapped her warms around him but again he managed to free himself from her grip, moving lower on her body. He touched her thigh through the soft lacy material and smiled when he heard her breathing heavily. He slowly raised the fabric over her legs. She shivered slightly when the cool evening air blew across her naked skin. She raised her head to look at Mitchell who was now slowly kissing her leg, working his way to her soft and sensitive inner thigh. She wanted to hold his head against her so much at that moment. She let her head drop back to the pillow as he slowly caressed her slit with his finger. He was right. She was already wet and judging by the way he was taking things slow and the fact that he was still fully dressed, he had only just began.

  Mitchell smiled as he pulled her panties to one side exposing her bare pussy. He could tell that she had been to the salon just a few days before. Her pussy looked invitingly smooth. Her soft lips were slightly bathed by the juices that seemed to flow endlessly from between her legs. He looked at her and smiled before he slowly lowered his head and kissed her warm lips. She heard him whimper as he planted soft kisses on her wet lips and then back to her thighs. He knew she was burning already. Burning with desire for him. Burning with a passion that yearned to be quenched, a fire that longed to have its flames stilled as soon as he possibly could. He kissed his way from one thigh to the other while intentionally avoiding her warm inviting pussy. When he finally used his fingers to peel her panties away from her, he could hear her breathing a sigh of relief. He spread her knees and looked at her now drenched pussy. He looked at her blushing face and smiled.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said in a low voice. She looked up at him, shaking from desire.

  “I want you,” she said her voice shaking. He smiled and buried herself in between her legs, attacking her distended clit with his tongue. He sucked on her very core, making her squirm on the bed. With one hand on her tummy, he held her down as he continued sucking on her clit. Just when she thought she had it all, she gasped when she felt his tongue buried deep inside her. She grabbed the sheets in a bid not to scream out as he used his tongue to expertly drive her wild, pushing it in and out of her as if he were a machine.

  “Baby…no more…please,” she pleaded as Mitchell slowed down. His tongue was still inside her even as she pleaded as if Mitchell held her life in his hands. He slowly brought himself up and kissed her.

  “That’s how delicious you are,” he said after pulling away. He kissed her again as he kept a hand steadily over one of her breasts. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked looking at her. She shook her head and kissed him again.

  “That and much more,” she said in almost a whisper.

  “What will you do for me?” he asked looking down at her. She smiled and rolled over, resting on top of him.

  “I want to take your shirt off,” she said, slowly undoing the zipper of his jacket. He looked up at her in silence as she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his well built chest. She held his hands and pulled him up before pushing the shirt and jacket off his shoulder.

  “What now?” he asked looking into her eyes. She gently pushed him back down and brought her head down to plant small kisses on his pecs. She trailed her kisses down his torso and then back up to his chin. She could already feel his cock pressing against her crotch with great urgency. She smiled as she continued kissing his neck and chin. She worked her way up to his ear and gently kissed his ear lobe. She knew that always drove him wild and that was exactly what she wanted to do. He was exactly where she wanted him to be. She smiled as she gently kissed his ear lobe and then slowly ran her tongue over his ear. She smiled when she h
eard his first pleasurable moan and pulled back. She looked down at him and gave him a quick kiss before moving on down his tummy. She undid his belt and fly and then pulled his pants off. His cock was definitely in need of some service, the same service she had wanted to give him the whole time he was away. She pulled his boxers off, revealing his pulsating cock. She smiled as she gently rolled the boxer shorts off his legs.

  “Not fair,” he said. “you are still dressed,” he added pointing at Natasha’s lacy nightie even though it was at her waist. She smiled and pulled the nightie over her head and threw it down. She looked at him and smiled.

  “Happy?’ she asked as he raised his hands up to touch her breasts. She shook her head and pinned his arms to his sides. “My turn,” she whispered as she brought her head down and continued kissing his tummy. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he felt her lips getting dangerously close to his cock. “Tell me what you want,” she said looking at him. He looked at her in both surprise and a bit of anger. “So this is how it feels when your own tables are turned,” he thought looking up at her, wondering why she would use his own words against him, especially so soon.

  “I want you,” he said. She smiled and lowered her head. He moaned as he felt her run her wet tongue over his cock head. He bucked his hips indicating that he would like a bit more than what she was offering at that moment. She held him down and looked at him again.

  “Like that?” she asked smiling. “What a cock tease,” he thought as he looked at her.

  “More,” he said. She smiled and took him inside her mouth again. this time, sucking him in long strokes, letting her tongue swirl over his head as he sucked hard on him. He moaned and whimpered as she went on, showing no signs of stopping any time soon. Mitchell was worried. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to explode. “Baby…” he moaned.

  As if she read his mind, she withdrew him from his mouth and straddled him. They both moaned as she lowered herself onto his waiting length. She looked into his eyes, panting. He held her around her waist and kissed her. “You are a cock tease,” he said in a whisper.

  “You started it,” she said as she felt him begin to move in and out of her. He did not even go slow like he normally would to give her pussy time to stretch. All he knew was what he wanted and what he wanted was to be buried deep inside her. And that was exactly what he was doing. She tried holding in her moans as much as she could but she couldn’t. She held her hand tightly over her mouth as Mitchell began dropping her onto his waiting cock. She whimpered in silence as she buried her face in his neck. He suddenly stopped, making her want to scream out in agony.

  “I want to hear you,” he said as he caressed her back. “Moan for me baby,” he said as he began dropping her onto his cock again. She suddenly let loose and began moaning loudly as he went on, fucking her with great intent. He suddenly grabbed her legs and straightened them before laying her on her back. She looked up at him as he held her under her knees. She immediately knew what this meant. She suddenly felt a powerful thrust that literally knocked air out of her mouth. She looked up at him but what or who she saw was something else. Mitchell was kneeling in front of her thrusting into her like she was some kind of fuck doll. She could no longer hold in her moans. She cried out and held on to the sheets as Mitchell drove himself inside her. His thrusts did not last much longer before she felt her walls giving in, quaking as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out as Mitchell struggled to keep his cock inside her through her violent orgasm. She tried holding still as she felt another force, a foreign strength going through her repeatedly and she knew Mitchell had just met his release. She opened her eyes to look at him as he poured himself into her, load after load before finally collapsing on her.

  “You are going to kill me one day,” he said panting. Natasha smiled and stroked his neck.

  “Death by pussy,” she said. “I think that’s an honorable way to go,” she added as she felt him slipping out of her.

  Chapter 6

  Five months down the line, Natasha knew that making Rita her liaison between herself and Pam Sanders was the best choice ever. In just four months, Rita had put together the wedding of a lifetime. She had dealt with all the stresses that came with the seamstresses, wedding gown, bridesmaids’ dresses, venues…in short, she had done what most planners would have called impossible. She smiled as she looked at what Rita called the “Wedding Manifest.” The manifest had every little fact laid out in extreme detail. There were photos of the hotel, reception area, seating arrangements, visual testimonials of the wedding decorating committee, caterer’s numbers….it was all there. She looked up at Rita, more impressed than amused. She had decided to meet up with her, Mitchell and Leo for the last time as the wedding was just days away.

  “This is…simply amazing,” Natasha said, smiling at Rita who was busy biting into a cookie. Rita looked at her and Mitchell and smiled.

  “All in a few months work,” she said. “So, all you have to do today is just relax. I am taking her off your hands, pamper her and shit and you do the same,” she added looking at Mitchell.

  “Don’t worry about that,” Leo said. “Me and Dave have got plans for this gentleman right here,” he added playfully slapping Mitchell’s shoulder. Natasha looked at the two of them suspiciously.

  “What?” Mitchell asked looking at her.

  “Are there going to be strippers?” she asked looking into Mitchell’s eyes. Mitchell raised his hands in defense.

  “Hey, I’m the groom. Whatever Leo has planned is beyond my control,” Mitchell said.

  “Tasha Black, I never figured you to be the jealous type,” Leo said smiling. Even though it had only been a couple of months since he met Natasha, he felt like he knew her already. Like Mitchell said, she was so easy to get along with. To Leo, Natasha was like a little sister since she and his younger sister Bess had so much in common. Natasha smiled at Leo and then looked at Mitchell.

  “I am not,” she said leaning close to her fiancé. “But she had better give you value for your money because the wedding night might last a whole lot longer than the actual honeymoon,” she added in a sexy voice not giving a damn about the fact that there were other people at the table. Rita and Leo exchanged glances and laughed.

  “Did I get this wrong or did your wife to be just give you a go ahead to have a stripper at your stag night?” Leo asked. Mitchell smiled and slid an arm around Natasha’s small waist.

  “That’s exactly what happened,” Mitchell said before giving Natasha a kiss on her forehead.

  Leo looked at Mitchell with an ounce of jealousy and then looked at Natasha.

  “Tasha, baby, I am not as rich as Mitchell here but trust me I can rock your world so much more than he ever did on his best day,” he said winking at her. Rita smiled at Mitchell.

  “Whoa dude. Looks like you are about to be single again,” she said to Mitchell in what was meant to be a whisper.

  “I highly doubt it, but what’s your point?” Natasha asked smiling.

  “You don’t want to marry Mitchell. There are too many Schmidts in the world as it is. Marry me,” Leo said in mock seriousness. “I could do with a girl who lets me have strippers,” he added. Natasha looked at him and then at Mitchell.

  “Watch it Hayes, I might just take you up in your offer,” Natasha said smiling at Leo. “But let’s just see how this one works out first,” she added giving Mitchell a slight nudge with her elbow. Leo frowned but then his face lit up again as he looked at Rita.

  “Birds of a feather?” he asked looking at Rita just as Dave walked in. Rita gave Leo a smile before giving Dave a huge bear hug. The two then exchanged a brief kiss before finally sitting down.

  “And we are the ones being accused of PDA,” Mitchell whispered to Natasha. He was loud enough for even Leo to hear him. The three exchanged glances and smiled.

  “Alas, I might have made my proposal a bit late,” Leo said in an old English accent. Everyone except for Dave laughed.

  “I
have the distinct feeling that I’m missing something,” Dave said looking at Rita.

  “Oh baby, you are not missing anything at all,” she said smiling up at him. His boyish looks appealed even to Natasha who sat snuggled in the comfort of Mitchell’s arms. “Anyway, Dave, you already know Tasha and Mitch. This is Leo, Mitchell’s best friend and the best man,” Rita said as Leo and Dave shook hands.

  “Pleasure my man,” Leo said. “You came in just in time,” he added with a smile.

  “Just in time for what?” Dave asked looking at him and then at Rita.

  “Let’s just say you would have been the fifth wheel here,” Natasha said smiling at Dave.

  “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing I’m already here,” Dave said.

  “Looks like you will be having company soon enough, though,” Mitchell said smiling. Leo looked at him questioningly and then at Natasha who was pointing at the entrance. Leo gasped when he saw a beautiful curvaceous woman talking to the maître d’.

  “Please tell me you guys know her,” Leo said under his breath.

  “Actually, we do,” Rita said. “That’s the other bridesmaid, your escort,” she added with a smile. Leo was still looking at the woman who was wearing a royal blue wrap around sleeveless dress and a pair of black silver studded sandals. Her long black straightened hair was pulled back in a loose bun and she wore a pair of huge sunglasses. As she walked towards them, everyone at the table could tell that Leo was getting increasingly excited.

  “He probably has a bead of sweat on his forehead by now,” Mitchell whispered to Natasha as the curvaceous woman walked towards them.

  “Whatever you do to stay looking so damn young, I need to get that for when I am in my forties,” Rita said stepping down from her stool to give the woman a hug.

  “Girl. I already told you what it is,” the woman said smiling as she pulled away from Rita. “You must be Dave, “ she said shaking Dave’s hand. “Why so formal? You are already family,” she said pulling Dave closer for a hug. A shocked Dave looked at her as he nervously wrapped his arms around Natasha’s cousin.