Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story

by Candace Werts

  “My Carmen, you know the rules. You shouldn’t be here.”

  With my hand on my hip I state, “You made the rules and rules are made to be broken.”

  “Carmen go home!”

  Opening my trench coat, his eyes widen and he pulls me into the house.

  “This is what you wore over here?” he says, angrily.

  “Cooper why are you mad?”

  “What if your car broke down and this is the only shit you have on.”

  Confused because I thought he would be happy to see me, I rethink this decision.

  “Maybe I should go.”

  I reach for the door, but Cooper grabs me. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He picks me up swiftly and puts me down upon reaching our bedroom. As my trench coat falls to the floor, I go straight for the dick settled between his muscular thighs. “That’s not how it’s going to work tonight beautiful. You broke the rules, therefore you will be punished.”

  With a tilt of my head, his lips land on my neck where he places wet kisses with a little bit of mild sucking. The white lingerie displays my hard brown nipple under the lace material. My hands wrestle in his hair as his lips begin moving further down my body. His teeth graze my right nipple before pulling the thread down to make direct contact with both of them. A surge of heat goes through my needy pussy when his fingers find my clit.

  “Oh, Cooper.”

  “Lie down, and spread your legs wide. All your desires will be met tonight, but not again until after we say I do.” He leans down to kiss me but pulls back before our lips meet. “Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. Jackson. This short time apart has my body hungry for you.”

  His lips instantly shut me up. Our tongues begin twisting together with great force, then his fingers insert in my wettest spot. The movement alone is enough to make me orgasm, I moan with each powerful entrance.

  “I want to feel you Cooper, I need to feel you. Please.”

  Removing his fingers and pants, the dick I have been craving stands before me. Licking my lips as a gesture for him to bring it closer and fill my mouth is declined. Instead he pushes slowly inside me, my heels sitting on top of his shoulders. I can feel each time he goes a little deeper; his thrusts are slow, but full of meaning. At the halfway mark, he pulls out completely and then starts the cruel game all over again.

  “Please, Cooper.”

  “I fully plan to fill you, my Carmen, but you didn’t wait like I asked of you. I will make you wait now until I am done teasing you.”

  He kisses me long and hard after making his statement. His dick begins entering me again when his lips part from mine. His games of torture continue for minutes. Occasionally he rubs my clit and gives it a moist lick.

  “Cooper,” I groan after the last lick, which causes a tingling sensation throughout my whole body.

  He places my legs flat on the bed and takes position between them. My breathing is heavy. My heart is racing, in anticipation of the pleasure to come. He then unleashes his massive length deep inside of me. The slow in and out thrusts have me rising off the bed and gripping his shoulders. My body quivers from the intensity of the orgasm that now has me spent. When I lay back down, he begins pounding my pussy much faster waiting for the ejection of his own build up. One last deep lunge has him moaning loudly, his body trembles while ejaculating inside of me.

  Kissing me gently, he states “Time for a shower, then bedtime.”

  He smacks my ass as I lead the way to the bathroom.

  “Who’s the trouble maker now?” I ask looking back at the devious grin on his face.

  “You brought the trouble, I finished it,” he replies.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Today I say goodbye to my staff, since I will not see them for two weeks. I can’t believe tomorrow afternoon I will be married. I am nervous. What if I trip while walking down the aisle? What if Cooper gets cold feet? My phone vibrates:

  Cooper: Tomorrow we will be married. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.

  Me: I can’t wait either.

  Cooper: See you tonight, beautiful.

  Giselle and Marcia come into my bedroom rushing me to get dressed. We have to be at Maymont for the wedding rehearsal at 5 PM. As I slip on my cap sleeved red dress that sits right below the knee. Frank buzzes us, and says our transportation is outside waiting whenever we are ready. A slit forms at the top of my dress and ends right below my breasts, which allows only a side view to be seen, not too revealing but just enough to tease Cooper. My red patent leather pumps give it a glossy, yet charming look. My ears and neck display rubies and diamonds, compliments of my soon to be husband. The girls send praises my way regarding the dress.

  “Hot tamale,” Marcia whistles.

  “Red is definitely your color,” Giselle adds.

  We leave the apartment and take the elevator to the lobby.

  James is standing out front to greet us.

  “Good evening, James,” I say. He bends the cap of his hat in my direction.

  “Nice to see you, Carmen.”

  The girls and I chat on the way to Maymont. We also enjoy a glass of champagne. The rehearsal makes tomorrow’s wedding real, like this is actually happening. My thoughts come to a halt when my father and I reach the Italian garden where Pastor Jenkins, Cooper, and everyone in our immediate wedding party waits. Cooper is wearing a Stonington gray suit with a slight blue tint. The sea blue silk tie coordinates with the outline layer of his breast pocket. The white dress shirt is tucked inside his wrinkle free trousers. The tortoise brown dress shoes look fresh out the box. This is exactly where we will meet tomorrow to become husband and wife. Cooper’s dad and mom are sitting beside my mom on the first row. The flower girl Rachel, and Michael, the ring bearer, are present as well.

  Michael is carrying a white silk pillow, which is empty today. Rachel pretends to sprinkle red rose pedals when walking down the aisle before Giselle and Marcia. Rachel and Michael are my favorites from the center, that’s why I chose them. I can’t wait to see Michael in his tux tomorrow; I know he will be adorable. My man however, will be the most attractive one up there. Once the quick practice ceremony is complete, Cooper and I speak with Pastor Jenkins. We thank him again for agreeing to marry us.

  “I’m honored to have been chosen, I look forward to it. I will be arriving early tomorrow in case either of you need anything. Have a good evening,” Pastor Jenkins says.

  We all get in our designated vehicles and meet at Maggiano’s. The waiter takes us to the banquet room reserved for the Williams-Jackson party. Dining tables covered in white cloths are placed side by side. Each holds a floral centerpiece, with different flowers, all in rustic brown vases. Observing the lay out of the buffet, I see a wicker horn, stuffed full with white rolls. Peppers, eggplants, and onions are used to decorate the surface of the green linen that is draped over the buffet tables. A pleated black skirt goes around the edge, covering the entire bottom of them. Bottles of wine are found beside every silver dish. The main courses consist of three different choices. Pasta, seafood, or chicken. A salad is brought before the entrée, depending on one’s selection. Fine wine and beer are served prior to the champagne toast at the end. I sit up tall in my chair. My chest pokes out. Wonder if Cooper saw that.

  Cooper’s voice meets my ears, “Why did you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Wearing that dress to tease me, has me thinking about all the things I want to do to you right now. I wished we were married today, just so I could ravish and fuck you tonight. You mmm…you are irresistible no matter what you have on, my Carmen.”

  I focus on my glass of Moscato and try to get myself together. He places his palm on the small of my back as we get ready to hear some sentimental words from our parents. We are both full of smiles as we listen to his dad and my mom give us words of wisdom for the big day tomorrow. Truth be told, I now have no doubts or fears when it comes to marrying the man sitting beside me.

  Once everyone is seated again
, we drink in the company of loved ones. Marcia is at the table beside us, David at her side. Giselle and Liam are across from them. Everyone looks relaxed and happy, all tables in full conversation. When the salads come, quietness soon unfolds. Then we all take our plates and head to the buffet. I decide on seafood, I don’t need anything too heavy just before the wedding. I grab two white rolls and refill my glass of Moscato. Cooper of course decides on the pasta dish.

  “Sometimes carbs are good for you. Don’t worry I promise not to ruin my physique, I will always stay strong and hard for you,” he says.

  I’m grateful the black napkin provided is in my lap because his comment makes me spill small drops of wine. I dab my mouth and lay it over my lap to prevent any future spills.

  “That was not very nice, Mr. Jackson. To say something of that nature when a girl just took a sip of her wine. I may have to send you the dry cleaning bill for this dress.”

  We laugh and he puts his left hand on my thigh and gives it a teasing squeeze. It reminds me of what I do to his cock whenever he fucks me from behind. I consume a white roll, wishing it was Cooper’s dick. He looks at me with bedroom eyes and I want him badly. It’s the night before our wedding so I realize that cannot happen. Maybe this rehearsal dinner needs to be rushed along. I think about that time at Brio Tuscan Grille after dinner, when we went at it in the men’s bathroom. I must get out of here before there’s a repeat of that. Cheesecake is served for desert and champagne is filled at every table. Cooper stands to thank everyone for being here and part of our special day. I will drink to that.

  Before we get ready to leave, he calls me out to the deserted hallway. With one hand on my hip, the other on my face he pulls me in for a kiss that could set off fireworks. My last kiss as a single girl. I am blessed to be able to kiss this man everyday going forward.

  “I love you beautiful; don’t stay up too late chatting with the girls. Have fun, though. Until then.”

  He kisses me one last time as I walk him outside where his town car is waiting for him and the guys. He blows me a kiss before he disappears into the open door. The ladies come to join me outside. James is already at the back holding the door open for us. One by one we climb in and off to my last night at the apartment with them.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Sunday, June 7: Wedding Day

  It’s 6:30 AM and I am wide wake. I am still processing the fact that I will be getting married today. This has been a crazy year and to think a few months ago Cooper and I weren’t together. Thank God that mess is over and in a few hours we will be husband and wife. There is a soft knock on the door.

  “It’s open,” I call out.

  Giselle comes in wearing Hello Kitty pajamas, which make her look like a twelve-year-old girl. She has a cup of hot water for me.

  “How did you know I was awake?”

  She smiles. “The Carmen I know worries about every little detail and since you are anal with the center affairs, I can only imagine what you are worrying about on your wedding day.”

  She is right, I am a worry wart. This time I am not worried about any details, because my mom is in charge. Marcia walks in. I tell her she stinks.

  “Carmen you are going to miss my smoking and being able to bitch about it,” replies Marcia. “What are you two talking about?”

  Giselle states, “I am just making sure Carmen is ready for her big day and not worrying about anything.”

  Marcia takes a seat on my bed and asks, “Are you okay?”

  I sigh because there is a lot is on my mind. They both are waiting for me to tell all.

  “Okay,” I say. “I am not worried about the wedding or anything like that. What if my dress doesn’t arrive on time? Or worse I absolutely hate it? I don’t know why I let Beverly of all people handle the most important task. All this time her being nice to me could be a trick.”

  Giselle looks concerned, but Marcia looks pissed.

  “Slow down,” says Giselle. “You are talking crazy.”

  Marcia adds, “Giselle is right. This is crazy talk. Beverly wouldn’t do anything crazy. Yes at first she was a bitch, but she knows and understands how happy you make Cooper.”

  Shaking my head I say, “I don’t know. This would be the perfect time to humiliate me.”

  Giselle states, “We are not going to let that happen. Even if you have to wear a trash bag, nothing is stopping you from marrying Cooper.”

  I smile at knowing my friends have my back. Marcia looks deep in thought and declares,

  “Beverly will not fuck up your day. If she tries, bad things are going to happen to her.”

  Marcia is in her gangster mood, which is hilarious. Out of the three of us, she would be the one to faint at the sight of blood.

  Today is the perfect day for my wedding: the sun is shining and not a cloud in the sky. By 8:30 AM we are on our way to Maymont. My mother has texted us several times, wondering where we are. Mommy is in planner mode which gives me a great deal of comfort, even though she is being particularly bossy. Before getting out of the car, the girls and I promise to have a girl’s night once a month. We pledge to always have time for each other regardless of what is going on in our lives. My mother greets us with open arms. Then she starts barking orders.

  We enter our designated room where the hair stylist, makeup artist and nail techs are already set up in a small corner. The sun shines through the bay bow windows located in the center; it also provides a view of many fully bloomed flowers. Beverly is nowhere in sight, now I am anxious. Marcia hands me a Mimosa, but Giselle takes it. She told Marcia that I do not need to drink this early. Instead, she hands me a plate of fruit, and a blueberry muffin. As time passes, I am enjoying all the special attention I have received. While I am having my hair curled, I look at my watch. The time is 1:00 PM. Where is Beverly? I can feel a panic attack coming. I grab Giselle.

  “I knew this would happen. Beverly isn’t here and I am fucked.”

  Giselle tells me to calm down. “Calm down?”

  I shout. “Are you fucking crazy?”

  We receive strange looks from a few people in the room. Giselle shakes me.

  “Beverly has been here since noon, but you were asleep at the pedicure station. She said you looked so peaceful and didn’t want to wake you.”

  Now I feel like a jackass.

  “Sorry, Giselle.”

  “Carmen it’s your wedding day, you are allowed to be nutty.”

  After my hair is placed in an up do with a large crystal barrette, my mother asks me if I am ready to see my dress.

  I scream, “Yes!”

  The ladies dresses are hung on a silver rack. They are covered and guarded under plastic. Marcia hands me a flesh colored strapless bra with matching thong and a royal blue satin garter. I am instructed to put on these items and then stand in front of the full length mirror. It is hard to stand still with the excitement that is running through my veins. Now I am told that a blindfold will be placed over my eyes, while the seamstress dresses me. Marcia is grinning; this must be her evil idea. The wait will be over soon, a few more minutes won’t hurt. It feels weird having someone dress me, but I can hear Giselle and Marcia saying how beautiful the dress is. The material is soft against my skin.

  Beverly says, “Carmen you look lovely. I really hope you love this dress.” The blind fold is removed and when I see myself in this amazing dress, I cry.

  “Oh no. Carmen I am so sorry. I thought you would be pleased with this dress,” Beverly says with tears in her eyes.

  Marcia and Giselle look at each other and my mom rushes to my side.

  While catching my breath, I take the tissue from the seamstress and finally say, “I’m completely in love with this dress, it is gorgeous. Beverly, I am so happy, thank you so much.”

  Everyone looks relieved. Beverly did an excellent job in choosing my dress. I would have never thought to have a red wedding dress. She mentions it was personally designed for me by Vera Wang. The strapless sweetheart neckline is
lovely; it comes around the breast area creating a bright red heart. Right below, silver crystals are encrusted above the snug waist line. The dress comes out in a trumpet fashion at the bottom, a small train trails behind. Beverly hands me a tan Christian Louboutin shoe box.

  “I thought these shoes would go perfectly.”

  In the box is a pair of 4 inch silver rhinestone shoes.

  “Thanks, Beverly.”

  She seems pleased that I am happy. Mom states it is time for me to have my makeup applied. Since my dress is red, we decided on a silver and black smokey eye, light blush and a nude lip.

  Marcia says, “Your garter is the something blue, and your shoes are something new. You have something borrowed; your mother’s tennis bracelet and something old, your grandmothers tear drop diamond earrings. Now all you need is a penny for your shoe.”

  There is a knock on the door, it’s Liam. He and Giselle are flirting with each other as he hands her something. They do say weddings are the best place to get laid. Giselle gives me a black velvet box. There is a card attached.

  My Carmen, place this in your shoe. Our lives will be filled with prosperity but most importantly love. –Cooper

  There is a $100 bill. Marcia says, “A man after my own heart.” I put the money in my left shoe.

  It is 3 PM. Soft jazz can be heard as our horse and carriage approaches the walk way where Marcia and Giselle wait. I take my father’s hand to exit the carriage when the music changes and the vocalist starts singing “At Last” by Etta James. Now it is our turn. I reach back for my bouquet filled with red roses, swirled in a grassy mixture. We then head to the historic structure, passing a splendid assortment of peonies, roses, and tulips. My dad stands by my side. He looks handsome in his midnight black tuxedo and red bow tie.