Be My Bride_BWWM Romance

by Shanade White

  “I would never do that.” He told her solemnly, pulling her into his arms. “I am extremely proud of you and am thinking of giving you a seat on the board.” He bent his head to kiss the tip of her nose gently.

  “No thank you, big business is not for me.” Kimone wrapped her arms around his neck and rested inside his arms with a satisfied sigh. “I leave those things to you.”

  “Can we at least discuss it?” he asked her seriously, tilting her chin to look at him.

  “Were you serious?”

  “I am,” he told her with a small smile. “I want you involved my sweet; even if you don’t want to be involved in the day to day running. It would require you sitting on the board and attending board meetings when required.”

  “Peter I am inundated with the store as it is and you want me involved in a billion dollar company as well? I meant what I said to you earlier about us starting a family soon and I want to be there to raise that child or children.”

  “How many are we talking about?” he asked her huskily, his heart swelling inside him.

  “Two maybe three,” she lifted her head to look up at him. “Is that okay with you?”

  “Want us to start now?” his hands moved to cup her face, his dark eyes shimmering with what he was feeling.

  “We don’t have to start right now.” She told him softly. “I still want to get to know you better and I want to spend some time with my husband.”

  “I love when you call me that,” he bent his head and captured her lips with his. Kimone opened her mouth to accommodate his, her tongue reaching for his hungrily as he deepened the kiss. He felt her breast against his chest and he lifted her into his arms tenderly as if she was the most precious cargo in the world. He placed her on top of one of the little desks and knelt in front of her. “I want us to renew our vows.” Her eyes widened at his words and he continued hastily. “When we got married before it was not for the right reason at least not for you.” He grinned at her whimsically. “It would just be us and your friends and your mom, but I want us to do it at the little chapel we got married in. It would mean so much to me. I want to say the things I did not get to say to you before; I want to say it before your family and friends.”

  Kimone sat there looking at him as he knelt there staring up at her and asking her to renew their vows; this man who had been in love with her even when she had not been thinking about him; this powerful handsome man was kneeling in front of her and she could not bear it.

  “I don’t deserve you,” she said thickly, her throat clogged up with emotions and tears she wanted to shed. “I don’t deserve you,” she repeated, clearing her throat and continuing. “But I am going to do my best to make it up to you; to be the best wife a man could ever hope for and if you ask me to marry you a million times I would say yes and I am saying yes now my darling Peter, I will marry you again.”

  Chapter 12

  “I can’t believe you are getting married again and to the same man,” Sandra said shaking her blonde head. “I really envy you honey.”

  They were in her room helping her get dressed for the ceremony. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon with bright sunshine and the smell of flowers rioting. She had bought a dress for the occasion; although her closet was filled with the many clothes her husband had continued to buy her; knowing that she would not be buying them herself. It was a pale shell pink with small cap sleeves and narrow hem that came just above her knees and molded her curvaceous body like a second skin. The entire bodice was made of delicate Venetian lace and she was wearing the pearls he had given her some time ago with matching earrings at her lobes. Her hair was ruthlessly tamed in an elegant chignon at the nape of her neck and a matching hat with a tiny veil perched on the side of her head.

  “It’s okay to envy me,” Kimone said with an impish smile as she peered at herself in the large oval mirror; satisfied that her makeup was flawless. “I am so happy I could burst!”

  “Don’t, I am sure the dress would not contain it.” Dawn teased her. She was wearing an olive green dress which suited her to perfection and Donald was waiting for her downstairs. They had been going out every day and were planning on getting engaged soon.

  Kimberley bustled inside the room, blue silk swirling around her petite frame. “We need to head to the chapel before your husband thinks you have changed your mind. The limo is waiting.”

  *****

  He was standing at the aisle waiting for her as she entered through the doorway and she could not help but remember the first ceremony and how he had been looking at her. She could not believe that he had loved her even then and she had not been aware of it. He had refused to be away from her during the night and had exhausted her with his lovemaking; holding her in his arms all through the night as if making sure she was still there when he woke up.

  She had picked out his suit; a silver gray silk with a pale pink shirt and a rose pink tie and he had dressed and gotten out of their way; going to the chapel to wait for her. He had a sprig of calla lily in his lapel that had been taken from her bouquet of calla lily, dahlia and gerbera daisy.

  The Minister was the same elderly gentleman who had performed the ceremony and he waited patiently as she made her way towards them. He met her halfway as if he was not willing to wait any longer and took her hand in his bringing it to his lips.

  “My wife,” he said huskily and just stood there staring at her. It took the clearing of the minister’s throat for him to move and he tucked her hand in his arm and they went up together.

  “The couple has requested to repeat their own vows so we will let them go ahead as this is just a renewal of vows we will dispense with all the other formalities.” The Minister said with a genial smile.

  They turned to face each other. “Kimone Makeida, my wife, my love, the woman who completes me; the one who turns my legs to liquid; the first time I saw you I fell in love with you and I knew you were the one and the only one and if it was not you then I would die alone. I love you my darling and loving you has made me a better man. I promise you that I will love you with my very last breath. I will honor and respect you with every fiber of my being and I will somehow prove to you that it is you and it will always be you.”

  Kimone could not speak; she found herself out of words for the first time in her life and the magnitude of what he felt for her coursed through her body.

  “Peter Makeida,” she said huskily. “My husband, the best part of me, my love; the main stay of my life. I love you so much that it’s hard for me to tell you how much. Before you came into my life, when I almost branded you with my hot coffee,” she paused as she heard the quiet laughter from the small gathering. “I went about my life without thought of anything like the love of a man but knowing that I wanted something wonderful and would not settle for less. I have found something wonderful and I want to shout with the joy of it. I promise to submit myself to you and to respect you and to be faithful to you because you complete me and for me there is no one else. I love you my husband, my darling, my best friend and always will.”

  He had been holding both of her hands in his and as she looked up at him she saw the shimmer of tears before he pulled her into his arms and ignoring the others including the minister in front of them he took her lips with his, holding her close to him as he kissed her passionately, his tongue delving inside her mouth.

  They heard the applause as if it was a mile away and he pulled away from her reluctantly as the minister pronounced their vows renewed and prayed for them. He had bought her an oval diamond eternity ring in platinum to replace the simple ring he had given her the first time and told her that she could always wear the other one when she was going to work. The ring was exquisite and shone in the afternoon light coming through the stained glass windows of the chapel.

  They made their way after the ceremony, to the house where Annabelle had prepared a veritable feast and chairs had been set up outside in the gazebo for them to eat and socialize.

  Kimone went upstair
s to change into a floral silk dress with a figure hugging bodice with thin straps and flared from the waist down to above her knees.

  He had come up with her to take off his jacket and tie and left the others underneath the gazebo where there was music playing.

  “I want to be alone with you,” he told her as he knelt in front of her while she sat on the side of the bed with the intention of slipping on her wedge heeled sandals. He ran his hands up the sides of her bare legs. “I want to feel you on me.” He pushed up her dress to reveal her scrap of pink silk that barely covered her pubic. “I want to taste you,” he continued; easing away the material and touching her.

  Kimone gasped as his finger toyed with her mound. “They are waiting for us,” she held on to his hand.

  “Let them wait,” he pushed two fingers inside her, his eyes on her face as he continued to go deeper inside her; moving his fingers slowly within her; his eyes a liquid pool as he thrust inside her. With a groan he removed his fingers and bent his head to use his tongue on her.

  Kimone went back on her elbows, opening her legs wider as he worked his tongue inside her. She felt the rush going through her and she knew what was coming next. With a tortured cry she gave in as the tide rushed through her, threatening to engulf her in its wake.

  He stood up as soon as the shudder had eased from her body and went for the towel to clean her out gently, fixing her underwear and placing her sandals on her feet without saying a word.

  Kimone sat there and felt the love for him bloom inside her and she wanted to cry. He pulled her up against him tenderly and kissed her lips lightly. “Let’s go and see to our guests.”

  She stopped him as he made to take her arm and lead her out. “I never knew something like this exists,” she raised her hands and cupped his face. “I am afraid I am going to disappoint you but I love you so much that I can’t breathe in thinking of you.”

  “Welcome to the club,” he told her softly, wiping the glint of tear from the corner of her eyes. “You are not alone in this.”

  *****

  “I thought you two had gone off somewhere and forgotten about us,” Sandra looked at them searchingly, noticing the glow on her friend and the way her husband kept looking at her.

  “We almost did,” Kimone said looking up at Peter as he held out the chair for her to sit.

  They had fun. The gazebo was large enough to accommodate dancing and after the sumptuous meal they had their first dance as husband and wife. They were joined after by Dawn and Donald who looked so happy together that Kimone could not help but feel totally responsible for that happiness.

  “I can hear you congratulating yourself,” Peter whispered in her ear.

  “I am not!” she retorted, looking up at him, her captivating smile coming forth. He never failed to be stunned by her exquisite beauty and he always felt the pull in his lower region. “Okay maybe just a little. Don’t they look happy together?”

  “Are you right now planning their wedding?” he asked her in amusement, taking a look at the other couple who were totally wrapped up in each other.

  “I think a December wedding would be nice.” She said impishly, wrapping her arms around his neck as they swayed to the beautiful voice of Luther Vandross.

  “Just as I thought.” He shook his head, gathering her closer as her laugh tinkled out.

  *****

  Dawn rested her head on Donald’s shoulder and sighed in contentment. She remembered the first time Kimone had gotten married and how envious she had been when she saw how Peter had looked at her friend as if he could not tear his eyes away from her. Now she felt a sense of peace and completeness that she wondered if she was the same person who months ago had been so wretched and down.

  “Tired?” Donald murmured solicitously as he tightened his arms around her waist.

  “A little bit,” she admitted, lifting her head to look up at him. She loved him and it was nothing like she had felt before, the desperate to please and anxious about everything ‘love’; this was mutual and balanced and felt right and real. She could tell him everything and she did not have to go out of her way to impress him; she could be herself around him and she was contented and serene in the fact that he loved her too. “I love you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and watched as his dark brown eyes responded to her words.

  “I love you so much,” he whispered, bending his head to take her lips with his. “I don’t want to spend another moment without you.”

  *****

  “I think we should get a new air conditioner for the recreation room at the home,” Sandra was saying to Kimberley as they sat around the table drinking the wine that had been provided. The residential home had seen vast improvement since Sandra had gotten involved as she had cajoled her husband to become a benefactor.

  “Don’t you think you have done enough?” Kimberley looked at the younger woman fondly. They had spent so much time together that she was beginning to look on her as more than a friend.

  “I want to do more.” Sandra told her with a determined look on her lovely face. She had been deprived of children by her own selfish moves and her own stupidity but she had found something that had filled the void nicely and friends that made her life worth living again.

  *****

  It was almost eight o’clock before all their guests had left and Kimone could feel her husband’s impatience for them to be alone together but she had to have a little chat with Dawn first who was glowing with happiness. Then Sandra who wanted to tell her how moving the ceremony was and the plans they had for the residential home. Then, of course her mom who insisted that they packaged the left-over’s, some of which she and Sandra were taking to the residential home.

  Finally they were alone and they went up to the bedroom where he insisted on undressing her.

  “I love the ring,” she murmured twisting her hand from side to side to get a better view of the sparkling diamond. She had willed herself not to wonder how much it had cost and was slowly coming to accept that her husband was very wealthy.

  He was down to her panties as she had not worn any bra and he lifted her and placed her on the bed.

  “Not wondering how much it cost?” he asked in amusement as he quickly shed his clothes and climbing beside her on the bed.

  “Not really,” she said laconically. “I am starting to get used to being a rich pampered wife.” She added with a grin; reaching up to touch his face.

  “I’m sure you are,” he said with a tinge of dryness in his tone. He got off the bed suddenly and went into the bathroom; coming out back in a few minutes with a bottle of baby oil in his hands. “Remember that full body massage I promised?” he asked as he climbed back on the bed and poured some oil in the palm of his hand.

  Kimone nodded her heartbeat quickening.

  He kneeled over her; his already hardened penis pulsating near her pubic area. He started at her neck and slowly came down to her breasts; kneading the flesh and lingering on the nipples. Kimone felt the sensation in the pit of her stomach as he spent time on her breasts, circling the nipples with his fingers before going down to her flat stomach and drifting down to her pubic where he traced the triangular patch of hair. He dipped his finger into the bottle and rubbed it over her mound. Kimone gasped sharply arching her body. “Peter now please,” she begged, her fingers digging into the Egyptian cotton sheets.

  “Shh baby,” he whispered, dipping his fingers inside her. The slickness of the oil on his fingers inside her was unbelievable and Kimone cried out! She felt her control slipping away from her and she begged him to take her.

  He removed his fingers and pouring some oil on his fingers he used it to lubricate the tip of his penis before easing inside her. He did not move just then but lay there on top of her, looking into her passion filled face, noting the way her lips trembled with need; her skin flushed with the feelings he had evoked inside her and he felt himself hardened even more! With a deep groan he bent his head and took her lips hungrily with his a
nd started moving inside her; the oil he had rubbed inside her and onto his penis lubricating her opening and making a slithering sound as they moved together slowly at first and then frantically; her feet wrapped around his waist as they gave in to the indescribable passion that threatened to engulf them along the way. Peter gathered up her hips and plunged inside her; his mouth devouring hers with a passion that was so intense it made them tremble from it.

  Kimone felt the hardness of her nipples against his chest and she wondered if she was going to survive the passion she was experiencing from this man who was her husband! She gave him of her body, the first and only man for her and opened up herself even more to take him in; like a flower opening up against the sunlight to receive sustenance.

  Peter pulled out of her suddenly and she almost cried out from the loss of him inside her but he was just switching positions and he gently turned her over on her stomach. “Get on your knees baby,” he urged.

  He came behind her and entered her from behind; pulling her down to sit on him as he thrust inside her urgently. Kimone moaned as he touched the core of her, leaning back against him and reaching around to put her arms around his neck; her body arched against him as he gave her his all; his heart thundering in his chest as he felt her tightness against his penis. It did not take long before they both succumbed to the passion burning a fiery path inside them and it was Kimone who first let go; her body sagging against his and her cries filling the room she spun out of control! Peter followed soon after; lifting his body against hers and shooting his load deep inside her; calling her name hoarsely and holding her tight against him; his body shuddering with unbelievable pleasure that threatened to overpower him!

  He clung to her; his body shaking in the aftermath of passion; raining fevered kisses along her neck and her smooth back; his penis still deep inside her and Kimone moved over him slowly; loathe to move away; not wanting to let go of the moment.

  “I think I just died,” he told her hoarsely as he nipped her neck gently with his teeth.