Accidentally Yours

by Bettye Griffin

  He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to him, his hands bracing her back as he used his mouth to explore the curve of her breasts, planting gentle love bites on her swollen nipples, suckling and kissing them. She threw back her head and moaned, which turned into a squeal when, in a sudden movement, Zack lay down on the bed, lifting her as he descended, then lowering her and rolling her onto her back. He loomed above her, thinking how long it had taken them to get to this point as his sex pulsated with desire.

  “Vivling,” he began earnestly, “This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I wanted to make it special for you. Yesterday I arranged for my bed to be sprinkled with flower petals and chocolate on the pillows.” At her surprised looked he grinned and said, “Yes, it was my plan to seduce you when we came home after the rehearsal dinner.”

  “I noticed the petals on your quilt. I was wondering where they came from.”

  “If you’d looked closer, you would see that the floor is littered with them. I’m afraid I beat up the quilt out of sheer frustration after we got back from the ER.” He cupped her face and lightly kissed her lips. “I know that ten-forty-five a.m. isn’t exactly the most romantic hour of the day. Add to that the fact that we have to be at the church in just a few hours. I can’t think of any worse timing, but I’ve waited so long for you, and when I came back and found you in my room dressed like that…I don’t even know what you were doing in here half undressed. I only know that I have to have you.” His eyes searched her face, and at her nod he kissed her again, this time with all the passion that had been building since their first meeting.

  Vivian looped her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his firm yet soft lips on hers. “Oh, Zack!” she breathed when he moved to nuzzle her jaw. “I want you, too. I was beginning to think that you just weren’t interested in me that way.”

  “No, baby,” he whispered against her cheek. “The timing was never right. The only time I had a chance to have you all to myself, I had a bad arm and a bad leg. All those other times…well, it seemed like you wanted to date everyone else but me.”

  “If you’d asked me out I would’ve gladly forgotten about those other guys.”

  He found her mouth again. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” he said when the kiss ended.

  “I just have one thing to say.”

  “What’s that?”

  “How come I’m lying here only wearing my panties and you’re fully dressed?”

  He chuckled. “I can rectify that right now.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt, then stood and undid his belt, sliding both his shorts and his underwear down over his hips in one motion and kicking off his Nike slides.

  Vivian propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him without any embarrassment. Zack was a magnificent specimen of a man, with a well-developed, hairless chest, muscular arms, and a powerful erection floating between his thighs, defying gravity in its aroused state. Her breathing became heavy and audible as he bent over her and tugged at the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips off the mattress and he pulled them down her legs, dropping them on the floor.

  “You’re beautiful, Vivling,” he said, his eyes glued to her nude body.

  “So are you,” she replied honestly.

  He slowly climbed on the bed to lie atop her. She felt the tip of his erection against her thigh and closed her eyes. Instinctively she knew she was about to be totally satisfied. It suddenly didn’t seem like such a hardship to have gone so long without sex, because this time she was sharing intimacy with the right man…

  A contented sigh escaped from her lips as they kissed again. This was heaven, she thought, lying beneath him, their tongues intertwined, his sex throbbing insistently against her thigh. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his hand reached between her legs and began to touch her damp softness. When his fingertip caressed the center of her femininity she moaned into his mouth.

  “I want you to come for me, Vivling,” he whispered, sliding his long middle finger inside her to punctuate his words while his index finger continued to play with her clit.

  Her muscles clenched at him. “Yes, Zack. Oh, yes!”

  “Ah, you’re getting wet. Yeah…” He groaned.

  Vivian’s back arched and her breasts thrust outward as she bucked against his probing finger. If he made her feel this good now, how would it feel with him inside her? She cried out as she climaxed, eventually settling down to a whimper.

  Zack held her close as her breathing slowed to normal, then rolled over, bringing her with him, until she was on top. He reached on the bedside table for one of the condom packets he’d left there before going to last night’s rehearsal dinner, partially covered by the alarm clock. Vivian had begun to play with his erection, stroking his length and gently fingering the bulbous head. The pleasure she gave him made him grunt, and the hand holding the condom shook when she started fondling his sensitive scrotal sac.

  He handed her the packet. “Put it on for me, Vivling.”

  She put him through pure sexual torture as her deft fingers rolled the prophylactic onto his long, thick erection, seeming to take delight in doing just that. Everything flowed from his groin. His chest and throat felt deliciously tight, and he stretched his legs as far as he could, with his big toes bent backward. She was wreaking havoc with his sexual organs…the way she fingered his balls was about to send him over the moon. She made him harder than his medical board exam.

  Finally, when he could stand it no more, he gripped her hips and held her steady, lowering her onto his sex slowly and filling her tight heat inch by euphoric inch. Vivian’s mouth formed a round ‘O.’ She brought her legs forward for balance and leaned her body backward as she rode him, allowing him to not only see her breasts, but the magnificent sight of their bodies joining.

  Touch and taste were the main senses Zack used during sex, with visuals often limited by darkness. But the light of late morning shone on their bodies, highlighting his sense of sight. The visual picture of her sex, still dripping from her climax, sliding up and down his own paired with the incredible physical sensation from the same increased Zack’s excitement to a fever pitch, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, loving it as Vivian pulled away from him, leaving only the head of his penis buried inside her, then slid down again. The sound of her jagged cries forced him to slow down. She was so tight down there, and he wanted to prolong their mutual ecstasy.

  Vivian’s experience with making love in the day was limited to morning quickies following a date, usually while under the sheets. She’d never made love in the middle of the day, and she’d certainly never been so brazen during daytime sex, straddling a man the way she did Zack, with her legs spread wide enough to drive a motorcycle through. With Zack she didn’t have the least bit of self-consciousness. The room was light enough for her to see the glazed look in his eyes. She imagined he had a bird’s-eye view of his penis rhythmically going in and out of her, and it brought out an exhibitionist facet of her personality that she didn’t even realize she possessed.

  As she became more and more breathless, Vivian brought her legs back, tucked them behind her and sat up straight, then leaned forward until her breasts tapped Zack’s chest, her face close enough to his to feel his breath. She felt his hands fondling the flesh of her backside, and as she drew back from thrusting herself down on his hard length she felt his cushioned sac against her buttocks, making for a pleasurable sensation virtually every time she moved. She rocked back and forth, up and down. The room became filled with the sound of their gasping breaths and muffled moans, as well as the undeniable scent of a man and woman mating.

  She thought her body would burst from pure rapture as he held her hips steady over him and began pumping upward, faster and faster. She whimpered as her passion built to a crest, and his tortured cry told her he, too, had peaked. She collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her back. She felt his lips behind her ear, heard him whisper her name. Lying chest-to-chest, she could feel
his heart beating against her own.

  “That was fabulous,” she said breathlessly.

  “That’s the good news. The bad news is that we’re due at the church in exactly two hours…and it’s going to take about twenty minutes to get there.” Zack squeezed her butt. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

  Vivian pointed out, “Are you forgetting my room has its own shower?”

  “No, but mine is big enough for two. Besides, I hate the idea of you washing me away so soon after we made love, but it’s not so bad if I’m the one who gets to do the washing.” He rolled her onto her side, then took her hand and pulled her up.

  In the bathroom he started the shower, and she put on the shower cap provided by the sink and joined him. They soaped each other thoroughly, paying particular attention to their erogenous zones. Vivian loved the way Zack moaned as she washed his genitalia, loved the way his penis grew hard and surged against her hand.

  “Turn around,” he growled.

  “Zack, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

  “Who says I can’t finish? That’s why I want you to turn around.”

  She did as he asked, bracing her palms against the tiled walls as he bent his knees and entered her from behind. “We are sooooo bad,” she managed to get out between her pleasured moans. “We’re going to be late.”

  “Do you care?”

  “Nooooooo. Just keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”

  Chapter 20

  I Take This Woman

  All sets of eyes were on Desireé as she glided up the aisle, her arm linked with that of her widowed mother…that is, all sets except one.

  Zack hadn’t known Vivian was going to be the maid of honor until she appeared in his room ready to leave. Her short hair had been brushed back, away from her face, and her makeup was flawless, but he’d been stunned at her casual attire…a pair of Capri pants and a sleeveless blouse. He listened intently as she told him about Lorna Nairn’s frantic call and subsequent visit to see if the dress fit and explained that he would have to drop her off at Mrs. Mack’s home, where the bridal attendants were dressing, and from where they would be driven in limousines to the site of the ceremony. “You didn’t seem concerned to know what I was doing in your room, but I was using it to change in. Lorna was waiting in my room, so I came in here to try on the dress. I hung it up in my closet after she left, and I’d just come back to your room to get my clothes when you walked in.”

  She was right, he hadn’t cared why he’d returned to find her in his room half-dressed. The only thing that counted to him was that she was there…and one look at her scanty attire made him resolve not to let her get away.

  It was amazing. Vivian may have been a last-minute substitute, but that dress looked like it had been made for her. From the way she was smiling at the guests as she made her way up the aisle in time to the music—Desireé had chosen the emotionally powerful theme from the historic miniseries Roots—he felt sure she had done this more than once in the past.

  He half expected her to raise her arm and wave, like a politician...or like a queen. His queen.

  All through the ceremony, he found his mind wandering, thinking about the pleasures they’d found with each other in his room just hours earlier, and already looking forward to those they would share tonight. She looked delectable, and he intended to savor every taste of her. Before he was through he’d know every plane of her body as well as he knew his own. Too many times he had slept with women before he really knew them and then realized their personalities didn’t mesh with his, but with Vivian it had been the opposite. Circumstances had forced them to get to know each other first…and the more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her. And Fate, which he’d cursed just last night, had brought them together as Vivian stepped into the role of maid of honor opposite his best man.

  Austin and Desireé saying their vows was lost to Zack; all he could see was Vivian. She gave him a little wink when, performing her duties as honor attendant, she took Desireé’s bouquet to free her hands for the placement of the wedding bands.

  When it was time for the recessional—the music Austin had surprised Desireé with was The Most Beautiful Girl in the World, by that fellow who changes his name about as often as most folks trade in their vehicles—Zack linked his arm in Vivian’s and escorted her toward the door. This time, she did wave to the guests, regardless of not knowing most of them; and he found himself doing the same.

  He suddenly felt very happy, and he knew that his best buddy’s wedding day was going to be an important milestone in his own life, for in that instant he realized he was in love.

  *****

  Vivian couldn’t wait to get out of the chapel, for all during the ceremony her mind kept wandering to carnal memories that had no place occurring in a house of worship. That dampness between her legs simply wouldn’t go away. Fortunately, it only took a few moments to get out of the chapel, for unlike the carefully timed processional, this time they walked at a normal pace. After they were outside, Zack let go of her arm, but then took her hand. Maybe she was just imagining it, but it seemed like he was holding it very tightly. They posed for photographs on the chapel grounds, and he stood much closer to her than he needed to. Then he surprised her by asking the photographer to take a shot of just the two of them. Vivian’s face grew warm when the photographer’s assistant remarked that they looked nearly as happy as the bride and groom.

  On the way to the chapel, Vivian had ridden in the limousine with Desireé, Mrs. Mack, and original honor attendant Alisha Gibbs, who had taken the ride to offer moral support to her best friend in the moments before her marriage. It was fun; the four of them sang repeated choruses of the Dixie Cups classic, Going to the Chapel, but for the ride to the reception the lineup changed. The bridesmaids and ushers got into one limo, Mrs. Mack and Alisha rode in private vehicles, and she and Zack, as the honor attendants, rode with the bride and groom in a limousine, in seats facing each other. Austin and Desireé were holding hands and looking at each other lovingly. Every so often they would hold up their left hands to gaze at the new bands they wore.

  “All right, you two,” Vivian teased. “I know you guys tried those rings on before you bought them.”

  “Of course we did,” Desireé said, “but it’s not the same as it is when you’ve actually taken your marriage vows.”

  “We don’t mean to be sickening,” Austin added, sounding embarrassed.

  “Well, Desireé, I must say you’re handling the change in the lineup of your bridal attendants very well,” Zack remarked.

  “I almost had a cow when Lisha told me the titty fairy visited her overnight, but when she said she had it all worked out and that Vivian fit into the dress…” she shrugged. “What could I say? She was as disappointed as I was, but because she didn’t want me to worry she didn’t even tell me about it until she had everything all taken care of. And I can’t thank you enough, Vivian. You’ve been a real lifesaver, both in New York and out here.” The two had become friendly when a distraught Desireé surveyed her hair, which had become a matted mess after weeks of being weak and ill with malaria after doing surveys of luxury hotels in sub-Saharan Africa, and Vivian offered to bring her to a skilled hairdresser.

  “I’m just so glad everything worked out.”

  “I’m glad the rehearsed part is over,” Austin said. “I intend to enjoy every minute of our reception.”

  “Won’t you two be leaving early?” Vivian asked.

  “There’s really no reason to,” Desireé replied. “Our flight tomorrow isn’t until three o’clock. We’ve got time to lounge around—we booked a suite at the Brown Palace—until checkout time, then grab our bags and head for the airport.”

  “Belize, here we come,” Austin added.

  “I’m going to forget all about those thank-you notes I have to do when I get back,” Desireé said. “I want to have them done within a month. If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s brides and gro
oms whom I only hear from on the back of my checks.” Desireé turned to Vivian. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

  “I think all of us have had that experience at least once. It’s one of my pet peeves, but I’ve got lots of those.”

  “I don’t think it’s really fair that it’s the wife who has to do all the work, but I guess that’s part of the job,” Desireé said with a sigh.

  Austin pantomimed the act of writing as he spoke. “Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Thank you so much for the silver serving dish…”

  “Oh, you!” Desireé playfully punched his upper arm.

  Austin nuzzled the neck of his new bride. “I have a feeling I’m going to like this marriage thing,” he said. “Zack, you’ll have to try it one of these days.”

  Zack smiled at Vivian, but didn’t reply.

  “Hey, you two look different this afternoon,” Desireé remarked. “As if you’ve got a secret or something. Would it have anything to do with why you got to my mother’s house so late?”

  Vivian feigned innocence. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about. Who’s got a secret?” She kept her expression impassive, even as Zack slid his hand over to cover hers, hidden by the full skirt of her dress.

  *****

  The reception, held within the confines of a huge white tent on Phil and Sandy Wallace’s property nestled high in the mountains, began as a dignified affair, with trio of musicians playing classical music as a background for the mingling of the guests while they awaited the arrival of the bridal party. The musicians disappeared just before the ushers and bridesmaids were presented to the guests, replaced by a band who played classics of a more popular nature.

  “I hope somebody remembered to report the change in lineup. It’ll be embarrassing if they announce Alisha’s name instead of mine,” Vivian said, her arm linked with Zack’s as they awaited their turn.