Each place setting had its own wedding cracker which held an individual gift for each guest, from earrings for the women, to small personalised whiskey bottles for the men. The pudding was christmas chocolate log or cheesecake followed by home-made mince pies, dusted with sugar which arrived on silver cake trays and were served with tea, coffee and home-made chocolates for during the speeches.
Seb and I still had not managed any ‘alone-time’ much to his diagust.
After the meal, the children, including Finn were taken by the Crèche company to the allocated room to enjoy games and entertainment befitting their ages and meant which the adults could relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon without being concerned that the children might hear ‘naughty words’ or grow bored and acting out. I would later collect Finn and put him to bed myself in my parent’s room, but for now it worked well and looking at the relaxed faces on other parents of young children in the room, I knew I’d made the right decision.
Gino and Nathan excel at these, creating belly laughs in all the right places, with their childhood pictures of Seb and his dodgy haircuts and rapping song about Quicksilver and his shenanigans at school. Seb cries with laughter in parts and spends some serious time complimenting Abby and Suzie. Calling the latter his sister now, to her wagging finger.
Laurent Perrier Cuvèe Rosé flowed in abundance and I couldn’t touch a drop. My darling husband had arranged for it to be on tap for me and I had to abstain. I had a few small sips to celebrate our toasts but after that went back onto sparkling water.
Colin was the first to notice. “Er, what the bloody hell is that?” he grabs my drink and sniffs it before taking a large swig. “Hmmm, thought so, it’s not vodka.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Come on, boss lady let’s go get you a proper drink.”
“No, I’m fine honestly, Col, I want to stay sober, remember every second.” I say willing him to believe me.
He pauses watching me before shaking his head. “Nah! There’s something going on - you’re either on antibiotics or you’re..” He gasps loudly. “You’re pregnant!”
“Colin, keep your voice down. I haven’t told Seb yet.”
“Ooh it’s so exciting…”
“Yes it is - but I need you to dial it down a bit - can you do that for me?”
“Of course I can, darling. I can always keep a secret.” Colin mock drawls.
He couldn’t at all and that was what worried me. I didn’t want to tell Seb tonight. I wanted to enjoy today and tonight, just for me and him and then I’d tell him in the morning but if Colin blabbed, I’d have to rethink.
“I’m trusting you, babe.”
“On my life, Mrs. Silver.”
I smile at his new name for me. “Ah - I love that name. I suit it don’t I?”
“You do!”
“I’m so sorry I haven’t seen you as much I’d have liked to.” I hug him to me. “You’ve done an amazing job here, in your home for me, Col.”
“You’re worth it and Jamesy and I adore you and Seb - you know that. James thinks he walks on water, especially after he took the dogs out this morning. Little Sherlock took a real real liking to your hubby and to James that allows him entry to the Willy Wonker factory.”
I chuckle, imagining Sebastian with Sherlock the dachshund - maybe we should get a dog - really make this a 2.4 family.
I leave Colin with strict instructions to keep shtum about the pregnancy until he hears different and head off to mingle. Meeting up with Carolyn and Dawn Walters for a brief moment, then sitting down and having a cup of tea with my Grannie Annie, who was knitting in the corner. Who brought knitting away with them? Let alone into the wedding reception. She informed me that it was for the babies that Seb and I would have together and my eyes fly up to her twinkly green ones, like mine and my Mum’s. I see naughtiness there, the sass which is still vibrant and punchy’ despite her ageing looks.
I locate Sebastian a few tables down, sitting and laughing with Gray Devereux and a few friends I recognise as colleagues and excusing myself from Grannie Annie, I head over; I had some meddling to do of my own.
Gigi had been invited to the wedding but insisted that she would work it and not attend as a guest. She felt bad accepting money for a job she would then have fun at. I got her way of thinking but it wouldn’t help me get her and Gray Devereux together.
I do a sweep of the ballroom but can’t find her and finally after asking some of the staff, I give up. It was my wedding day - today I was allowed to make it all about me.
“Lucia - I was just telling Seb how beautiful you looked.” Gray’s eyes twinkle.
I slide mine across to Seb’s who is smiling back. Good, we were over the whole jealousy malarkey. “Thank you, lovely to see you here. Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Excellent - this place is fabulous. Wish I could steal it from the owners for the business.”
“I don’t think they’ll sell but I’ll mention it, if you like.”
“Devereux - my wife, is not doing business tonight.”
“Of course. It should be about your wedding. Congratulations you two, You make a great couple.”
“Very genuine…” Seb adds dryly.
“No seriously, I mean it. If I had half of what you two had, I’d be doing the same - just don’t tell everyone.” He winks, “It would spoil my reputation.”
I grin at his handsome face. “I won’t. Now, may I steal my husband away, I believe that we may be about to have our first dance.”
*******
I take Lu in my arms, my eyes never leaving her’s, as I feel everyone in the room is watching us - I don’t give a shit - I only have eyes for her, only ever will. With my palm at her waist and my other hand linked with her’s, our rings entwined, I feel a sense of peace filter over me. The music ‘Santa Maria’ is from one of her favourite films ‘Shall We Dance’, with Jennifer Lopez and Richard Gere. I’d been made to watch it several times the past few weeks as we practised for our first dance - wanting to perform something unusual, unique together. As the tango beat begins, initially slow, but pulsing and beginning to quicken, our bodies sway into one another.
“You ready for the next part, baby?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
We lock eyes and begin our routine to surprised onlookers. Our hands reaching out to dramatically caress the other, but not quite touch, before I slam my body against hers and we begin to move. Our arms out wide, elbows at the same level at our shoulders, and Lu dips, withholding tension in her body, our tightly clasped hands, sweeping one elegant leg out from under her gown in a semi-circle and back, before I dip her and flip her back to an inch from my mouth. Her limes are shining, her body feels so good in my arms and I itch to kiss her. I skim the outside of her breasts and then the outer edges of her arms - all part of the routine, but thank fuck or I’d go stir crazy!
Jeez this dance is passionate. My breath quickens as the we move across the floor, Lu flinging her head stiffly first to the right, in time to the tango’d beat, then the left. Her diamond earrings swaying and each time those amazing unusual limes returning to mine and hardening my cock just a little more.
I wiggle my hips, to more applause and before stopping dramatically we begin to spin, only stopping after three, with Lu sinking to the floor, sliding her leg out behind her seductively and clasping my thigh. Holy shit! I feel myself harden at her touch, as I look down at her, lost in the moment of the dance, lust evident across her face even in her concentration. I draw her back up against my body, feeling her soft against my hard and notice the quietness of the room. Once she is standing again, I lean in and whisper, “Next time, we’ll do this alone…and naked.”
I jerk her around in time to the beat, in the style of the dance, which comes in quick succession, not allowing her time to respond and giving me the chance to press her to my body further against her, her arm wrapping backwards around my neck and lips nearly tou
ching my cheek, before she flicks her head away at the last second. My steps are predatory as I chase her around the dance floor, allowing her to then pivot in figures of eights in my eights, around my body, before I grab her and lift her to my side, dragging her, with one toe slightly touching the floor, her hand cradling my face and our lips nearly touching. She lifts her legs and I capture them, holding her to me and spin her in my arms, before releasing her and allowing her to slide her gorgeous body temptingly and tantalisingly down mine. I take her hands as she tries to escape but I pull her back to me, placing both hands on her on the top of her arms, my fingers nipping into them desperate to feel her. I drop my hand to just below her breast and feel her heart beat and I know that this dance if affecting her as much it is affecting me - so much for fun - this was fucking torture!
Finally, I releasing her into a spin, the bottom of her lace bridal gown rippling out in waves, to the delight of the audience, enthusiastic applause rippling around the room. Lu, throws her head back, extending her beautiful neck, her arms outstretched, lips pursed, back arched and I long to unzip her gown and taker her right then and there. She looked so free and ripe for the picking. My wife. Entirely fuckable.
Fuck I’m aroused!
“You good, baby?” I say through broken breaths.
She nods, biting her lip and scrunching her nose in the ‘Elizabeth’ twitch I loved so much. I lean in and kiss it, before holding her too me hard and kissing her, earning us more applause.
“Bravo!”
“Superb!”
We hear the comments - they are endless and more than complimentary but I can’t take my eyes of my wife, both of us panting and in need of serious alone time.
“You two seriously need to get a room!” I hear Nathan’s drawl from nearby and I concur. We do.
The dance floor is officially open and new tunes begin to blare from the speakers. I’d flown in the DJ we’d found in Paris at Club Rouge and he was hot, mixing old Frank Sinatra and nina Simone with current dance hits. None of your usual wedding Black Lace, Agadoo at our wedding and hopefully that would keep people busy whilst I did the same with my wife.
One of our favourite tunes begins to play, planned of course - ‘Walk the Moon’s, Shut up and dance with me’, and Lu looks and me and I wink before we spend the last five minutes of our routine, dancing ‘modern style’, her wiggling sexy body in the centre of the dance floor, me mouthing the words of the song to her with her replying in all the right places.
“We were born to get together, born to get together. She took my arm, I don’t know how it happened, we took the floor and she said…”
I swoop my arm graciously for Lu to take the lead and she does, stepping up just in time to mouth the words.
“Oh don’t you dare look back, just keep you’re eyes on me, I said you’re holding back…
And I join in with her at the male part, “Shut up and dance with me!” Singing the main words of the song, their meaning, perfect for us. “THIS WOMAN IS MY DESTINY!”
The guests lap it up and and I slide on the floor to ruffle her skirts, pleasing the crowd’s and coax them to sing along. After two verses, we encourage the rest of the guests to come on to the floor and join us. I locate Nina and Finn at the top table and wave him over, he doesn’t need any more encouragement and is with us in seconds, body popping and excitedly pretending to rap - how he had the energy still, I didn’t know, but I knew a few more ‘Peter Kay’ knee slides and he’d be ready for bed.
The music switches and soon the dance-floor is full, my Mum is boogying away with my Dad to Coldplay’s ‘Sky Full of Stars’ and I grin at them - such great people. Lu and I are fortunate to have such positive role models around us and for Finn. I kiss my Mum and she winks. “You definitely got your dance moves from me, you know.” She shouts over the beat.
“I agree.” I slide a glance in my Dad’s direction, who is currently side-stepping like he’s trodden in dog shit.
We both burst out laughing together and she leans in and hugs me. “Make her happy, Sebastian. Always make her laugh, always listen to her and always keep her happy in the bedroom - you do that and you’ve got it made.”
Funny that, I’ve been trying to do the latter all afternoon! “I will, Mum. Love you.”
“I love you too, son - we are so proud of you and we adore our new daughter and grandson.”
I move into the crowd to grab Lu who is now throwing shapes with Abby, Finn, Meg and Jess - they made a great sight and I hope the videographer had got mum and son ducking and diving gingham style. “Sorry Ladies and Gentleman, I need to borrow my bride and Finn it is time for your bed!”
I’m met with a few sulks and moans and that’s just the women - Finn isn’t too bad once I tell him Ninny will be reading to him and that he has a new Harrod’s teddy to accompany him to sleep.
I grab Lu’s hand, who is laughing at my side. “What’s the urgency?”
“You know what it is Mrs. Silver - I need a few minutes with my wife… NOW!”
We lead Finn from the dance floor to Nina and after many hugs and kisses, leave him heading off with his Ninny to bed as we too head out of the ballroom and into the hallway at full throttle.
“Seb, slow down!” Lu giggles at my side.
“Not a chance. I’m not risking being stopped by anyone else. You and I are consummating this marriage, right away or the next person that stops to talk I’ll just lift your skirts and fuck you right in front of them!”
She ignores the last part of my strop, exasperation in her eyes. “But we can’t!” Her shocked look is expected but I don’t care. “It’s 8pm - we’ve over a hundred guests waiting for us and a night of dancing to enjoy.”
“And we will, once you and I have enjoyed one another.” I pick her up in my arms and head to the stairs.
“You are such a control freak!”
“And?”
She shakes her head and her wide mouth breaks into a huge beam. “And, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I say firmly. “It’s your bloody fault anyway?”
“How so, husband?” her wry smile does not go unnoticed - she was enjoying my torment far too much.
“You wore that bloody dress! Then you made me do the tango with you - fuck, Lu I’m still hard now!”
She laughs. “It was so hot wasn’t it?!”
“Unbearably so - sizzling.”
We reach our suite at last and as he pushes the card into the door, releasing the lock, he sweeps me up into his powerful arms, my beautiful wedding gown trailing behind us as we enter our private haven.
“Seb, what are you doing?”
“Carrying you over the threshold of course.”
“But that’s at home isn’t it?” She frowns, her red lips pouting, juicy and begging to be sucked.
“This is like home. Now shush, so I can get you naked and feel like I’m truly home - firmly ensconced inside my new wife.”
Her arms wrap around my neck and I find her lips, losing ourselves the second I close the door behind us with my foot. I lower her to stand and she turns her back to me, my fingers reach out to capture a glossy lock, instantly releasing her fragrant scent
"I can't take my eyes off you, Mrs. Silver. Today was magical - you are mine, at last!! Ten years in the making, baby."
I stare at my wife, taking small steps backwards into the honeymoon suite. My heart is pounding so fast I swear she’ll hear it but I can’t look away from her. The possessiveness I see in her lime green orbs has been there since we said ‘I do’. Two strides and I’m on her, our mouths clash, my arms coming to up to support her as she falls into me. I kiss her back, hard. I love her smell, her body under my fingertips, her lips. I love that she is mine.
I feel so loved and cherished as she gazes at me with her mossy eyes locked onto mine, her white glittered nails stroking up my arms, making me shiver with anticipation. She takes my left hand in hers, looking at the ring on my wedding fi
nger, then raises it to her mouth as she kisses it reverently before turning it over to kiss my palm. Her sensual scent surrounds me and I'm captivated as that full red mouth travels to my neck and nuzzles gently, before biting me lightly.
"Now then, Lady Lu - let's see about helping you out of this glorious gown and into something… well…less…,” he grins wickedly.
I turn her around and begin to undo the tiny fastenings on her wedding gown.
“Shit - the designer was really having a laugh at my expense with this dress, weren’t they? Little buttons and man fingers are not a good mix.” She leans forward, baring her back more and I gulp, her skin was like cream.
Finally I’m done and I run a finger down her spine from her neck to the base and tap and she wiggles, allowing the stunning lace gown to shiver and drop over her hips seamlessly to cloud in a pool around her legs. Taking my hand for balance she steps out of it, and I hear my breath hitch as I capture her reflection in the silver mirror to our right.
“My, darling - you are exquisite. And ALL mine!! My deep voice breaks with emotion.
She wore no bra, only the garter belt we’d purchased in Paris and the pearl thong, with ivory lace hold ups, a pale blue ruffle over one leg and her silver Jimmy Choo’s. She moves to hang the wedding dress on the wardrobe door, and I admire her shapely behind, shrugging out of my jacket, waistcoat cravat and shirt before slipping off my trousers in record time, then I watch mesmerised and dry-mouthed as she walks in all her finery towards me. Her diamond earrings swaying at her lobes and beautiful firm breasts bouncing.
“So, husband of mine, let’s make this official.”
I growl, removing my dress shirt and tie as her hands stroke up my chest, our lips joining eagerly and our hearts beating in sync, knowing exactly what is about to happen. Her hand travels downwards to undo the button and zipper on my pants and his painfully hard cock springs out, pre-cum moistening the head. I lock eyes with her, willing her to take a look and she does, her eyes growing wide, as she gazes down at my length and girth and the sight of her small pink tongue flicking out between her lips is my undoing.
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