She was already dripping wet, ready for his attention, and he was never one to keep a lady waiting. He pushed inside of her, barely waiting for any sort of answer.
Christie cried out, her hips arching as his fingers plunged deep inside of her.
“Oh God, John,” she cried and he smirked.
“Does that feel good?”
“Don't stop,” she replied. “Please don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop.”
“Mmm, you've been so kind to me,” he hummed. “I don't think I would stop now. You see,” his voice was husky as he increased his thrusting. “I want to bring you all the way. I want to make you utterly and completely happy.”
“Oh God,” she answered, practically growling. It was driving her crazy, and she knew that he must be more experienced than her. But she didn't care; it didn't matter. Nothing mattered as much as the feeling that was growing between her legs.
She lost herself to that feeling, the pleasure overtaking her brain. She was soaking wet and he had the strength of a werewolf, plunging into her at the speed she begged him for.
“More,” she cried. “Please, more, more. Give me more.”
“I can give you more,” he replied. “But the question is, can you take more?”
“I can take it,” she cried out, not caring if her neighbors heard. She needed this; she needed to cum. It had been far too long since any man had even touched her, let alone made her feel this good. She had taken care of herself, many times of course on this very bed. Lying there, with her legs spread apart, fingering herself just like he was doing. But this was different; this was a whole other level of pleasure.
“We'll see,” he answered, and thrust a third finger inside of her. He knew exactly what spots to hit; exactly what notes to play. She screamed, her hips bouncing off the bed as she felt her orgasm begin to hit her.
“Don't stop now, I'm so close,” she cried. She was also one of those women who had never been brought to orgasm by a man. She could do it herself, but with the farm boyfriend, it was all about his pleasure, his lust. It had felt good, of course, but it had never left her screaming and shaking. But John's magic fingers were the ticket, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.
“Than cum for me, baby,” he cried, pumping faster. “Cum good for me, cum hard.”
He plunged into her one last time and she felt like that was exactly what she needed. She exploded around his fingers, her orgasm soaking the bed sheets below and making her scream her lungs raw. Her body vibrated with her pleasure, shivering down her spine and contracting inside of her pussy. She saw black spots dance in front of her eyes and she couldn't take much more of it. She had never passed out from cumming, but there was a first time for everything.
“John,” she said, her voice hoarse, but desperate. “I need you. I need you inside me.”
“Don't have to tell me twice,” he replied, as he undid his belt. He threw his pants aside and unsprung his manhood, hard and erect.
It was larger than she had ever seen, and rock hard. The size of it inside her made her a little bit nervous, but she over ruled that by how much she needed his cock. This was crazy; she had just met him. And yet there was some sort of primal need to have him; to make him explode inside her hot wet pussy.
“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me, and I don't want you to stop until you cum.”
Pulling a condom from what appeared like thin air, he made short work of it, and in moments, his hard cock plunged into her wet pussy.
“Oh God,” her eyes rolled back, still in the throws of her orgasm as he entered her. “Do it. Fuck me hard. Make me cum again.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said, and began to thrust hard inside of her.
It felt so good, and she wasn't sure that she could stop herself from cumming again. With her past boyfriend, any sort of clenching or contracting shot him over the edge. But she felt like John could handle himself, and let her pussy contract from her previous orgasm.
“Oh God, that felt good,” he said, giving her a dirty little grin. “Do it again, baby.”
“Yeah?” she asked, as he picked up speed. “Than fuck me harder! You better let me cum when you do.”
“Then focus. Focus on the pleasure building between your legs,” he said, and gritted his teeth. “God, you're sexy. Every curve, every part of you. I don't think that I'm going to last very long.”
“Don't last,” she urged him, rolling her hips into his thrust. “Don't last. I want to feel you, I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
“Are you close?” he asked, as he fucked her. “Tell me when you are close and we'll cum together.”
“Yes, oh God, yes, I'm close!” she grasped his forearms, her fingers tight around his muscles. And in one single thrust, both of them came together. His cock sprayed hot loads into her, and she could feel her pussy milking it for every last drop. “Oh God,” she moaned, basking in the post orgasmic glow as he rolled off of her, collapsing beside her. She snuggled up close to his shoulder, closing her eyes as her body finally relaxed. It was without a doubt, the best sex that she ever had, and she vocalized that. He stroked her bare back, a small smile on his face.
“Me too.”
“You're just saying that.”
“I am not, milady,” he replied. “I swear to you, I am not.”
“Mmm,” she decided to take what she could get and lay against him for a long while, catching her breath. Slowly though, a second wind came to her, and the questions she had sworn not to ask couldn't stay out of her mouth.
“Are you sure there's no one I can...call for you?” she asked. “I mean, obviously you're better now, but...”
“Do you want me to go?” he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. She shook her head.
“No, no, not at all. I just...I thought that you would be surrounded by family.”
“And I thought a smart educated girl like you would not bring strangers home,” he teased her.
“Did you go to school here?” she asked. He laughed.
“There was no school for me, except the school of hard knocks. I got lucky, I made a name for myself in business. But there are many who are in poverty, on the streets. I do what I can to help them, for they have been beaten down by the world.”
“Because humans suck and I feel like I should apologize for them,” she replied. “I mean, really, truly. The way society is, it doesn't make it easy for Shifters to get what should be basic rights.”
“You don't judge me?” he wandered. “No degree, no education, no...”
“Of course not,” she said in shock. “I mean, obviously it worked out for you. Education will work for me, but it doesn't for everyone. So long as you are happy and treated fairly, I don't care.”
“You are something else, Christie,” he said, softly. “I think we have the same goals in life, the same plans.”
“I think we are the same person,” the words fell out of her mouth before she even knew what they mean.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I get that.”
They lay in silence for a while, and then shifted, getting comfortable to fall asleep. But his hand remained on one of her curves and she stayed nestled in his chest. She barely knew him, and Christie never made rash decisions. She was always on the side of logic, on process. But somehow, as calmly as she knew her own name, she knew that she was going to marry this man someday. She had somehow known it from the first moment she had ever seen him. When you knew, you knew, and Christie knew this was her soul mate.
Chapter 4
There were lots of people who said that it was too fast; that they didn't know what they were doing. But Christie really didn't care about all those people. She and John had been living together for two years now. They knew each other’s quirks, each other’s bad habits and good. They knew how to deal with being in close quarters, with other people giving them the side eye. They could handle just about anything that came their way. She hoped that one day, he would be able to expos
e his true identity to the world. But if he didn't, and he was comfortable just being her normal husband forever, she was fine with that too. He had changed her whole world; made her feel like a princess, and she never wanted to be apart from him. This fairy tale wedding that they had planned was perfect; everything she had ever dreamed of.
Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe that her dress was real. It was so light, so perfect, and so lavishly expensive. It hugged her curves at all the right places, and was pure white against her dark skin. She looked like a Goddess, a version of herself that she didn't recognize.
“Are you ready?” her father appeared at the door. She was so glad that her parents had helped her plan the wedding, and been so supportive throughout it. They had a difficult love story as well, once upon a time, and they saw true love in their daughter's eyes. They knew what John was, and it didn't bother them one bit. So long as she was happy and taken care of, which she clearly was on both counts, than they were happy for her.
“Yes,” she reached out to take his arm. “Yes, I'm ready.”
“Then let's go,” he held out his arm and she followed him out of the waiting room and into the large church. It was a beautiful Gothic cathedral with thousands of dollars of decorations put into it. In the pews were her friends and family from all over. She should have been smiling, should been looking at them.
But the truth is, she only had eyes for John. She couldn't look away if she tried.
He was standing at the end of the aisle, a smile on his face in front of a large line of groomsmen. She knew they were all shifters as well, standing guard, keeping the peace, and seeing their kinsmen into a great union.
She barely heard the music as she walked towards him, in time to the beat only by instinct. On her father's arm, she beamed as he lifted her veil.
“Hi,” John mouthed to her, and she smiled.
“Hi,” she mouthed back, taking his hands. Hers were always warm and his was always cold. This was just another reason that they were a match made in heaven.
“Dearly beloved, “ the local priest began. “We have come together in the presence of God to witness and bless the joining together of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony. The bond and covenant of marriage was established by God in creation, and our Lord Jesus Christ adorned this manner of life by His presence and first miracle at the wedding in Cana of Galilee. It signifies to us the mystery of the union between Christ and His Church, and Holy Scripture commends it to be honored among all people. The union of husband and wife is intended by God for their mutual joy; for the help and comfort given each other in prosperity and adversity; and, when it is God's will, for the procreation of children and their nurture in the knowledge and love of the Lord. Therefore marriage is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, deliberately, and in accordance with the purposes for which it was instituted by God.”
She would have been happy to married at the local justice of the peace. But John was determined to do things right. He promised her they would be married with fanfare, pomp and circumstance. And she would never have to go back to work again if she didn't want to. Christie was floating high, and glowing with more than the usual bridal glow. She was convinced that she was possibly the happiest woman to have ever existed.
“Into this union Christie and John now come to be joined. If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully wed, speak now, or else forever hold your peace.”
She knew that there were many reasons why they shouldn't be married. They hadn't known each other very long, they were different races, different sizes, he was a shifter. The list went on and on. But all of those things were reasons why she loved him more. She loved their differences, the way that they completed each other. She knew that they were soul mates and saw no reason to wait when they were certain. They were like missing pieces of the puzzle of life; he completed her.
“I charge you both, here in the presence of God and the witness of this company, that if either of you know any reason why you may not be married lawfully and in accordance with God's Word, do now confess it?”
“No,” Christie spoke loud and clear, wanting the whole congregation to hear her. “There is no reason why we should not be married.”
“No,” John echoed, squeezing her hands. “There is no reason why we should not be married.”
“Christie, will you have this man to be your husband to live together with him in the covenant of marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto him as long as you both shall live?” the priest asked, looking right into her very soul. She nodded, with absolute certainty. She had already done all of those things the first night they were together, giving him her whole heart and soul to love. She hadn't expected any of these things when she moved here; but life was unpredictable. Meeting John in the restaurant that night was fate; and she would stand by him for the rest of her life.
“I do,” she replied, even louder. She wanted the whole world to know her vows to this amazing man.
“John, will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together with her in the covenant of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful unto her as long as you both shall live?”
“I will,” John replied, and there was no doubt in his voice. He hadn't thought that his life would turn out this way either. He had thought that he would be forever alone, an outsider in this human dominated world. Money hadn't meant a thing to him, so long as he was alone. But Christie had shown him a whole new world of compassion; of care. She had changed his whole outlook on the world of humans and their hearts. He went from preferring to be alone to never wanting to leave her side. He had truly thought that there would be no happy ending for him; but here it was, in the form of this ebony Romanesque Goddess.
“Will all of you witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in their marriage?”
“We do,” chanted the entire congregation, watching them. It was clear that they were very much in love, and that nothing would separate them. Those of them who knew the truth about this couple were amazed at the way they had found love so quickly. They made love look easy and gave everyone hope for the future. But John and Christie knew that the road ahead would not be easy; and it would not be smooth. There would be bumps; obstacles, that they would have to face when they felt broken. However, as long as they were together, they felt like they could face anything.
“Bless, O Lord, these rings as a symbol of the vows by which this man and this woman have bound themselves to each other; through Jesus Christ our Lord,” the priest indicated that the maid of honor and the best man should come forward, shining rings in their hands. Christie had chosen a diamond band that cost more than she made in two years, and John hadn't even blinked. She couldn't wait now to have it on her finger; have it catching the light. However, it wasn't because of the way it looked. She wanted to tell the whole world that she was a married woman; she was happy and she was ready for whatever the world brought her way, her husband at her back. She wanted the ring to be linked to his, to symbolize to the world that they would be happy together forever.
“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” John whispered, as he slipped the ring over her hand. The white diamonds sparkled against her ebony skin and she couldn't help but hold it up to the light for a moment, smiling. Soon, in just a few moments, they would be linked together for life.
“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” she said, as she took the ring from her maid of honor and slipped it over his knuckle His was twisted gold, just like hers, to match, and it looked right on his finger. It was as if his hands were
made to be married; to show off such a beautiful thing.
“Now that Christie and John have given themselves to each other by solemn vows, with the joining of hands and the giving and receiving of rings, I pronounce that thee are husband and wife, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Those whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder,” the priest was quite firm on this, and it made Christie glow. There was no one who could tear them apart now, no one who could say that they didn't belong together. No one on this earth, shifter or human, had any rights to their relationship anymore.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.”
“Amen,” said the entire congregation. The nearly wed couple bowed their heads as well, their eyes closed. It was an Amen to the universe for bringing them together, bringing them such peace and happiness.
“God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit, bless, preserve and keep you; the Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you, and fill you with all spiritual benediction and grace; that you may faithfully live together in this life, and in the age to come have life everlasting. Amen. The peace of the Lord be with you always.”
“And also with you,” they turned to the priest, wide grins on their faces.
“Christie and John, having witnessed your vows of love to one another, it is my joy to present you to all gathered here as husband and wife. John, you may kiss the bride.”
He swept her down, planting a kiss right on her lips as the congregation cheered. They were married; their worlds were joined. And they were going to live happily ever after.
THE END
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