A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair)

by Lacey, S. L. A.

  “What do you think?” leaning up on my elbows

  “Let me see…” He stretches out next to me and slowly runs his hand down my breast as he rubs my nipple between his thumb and index finger, he caresses my silky smooth skin as he trails kisses down to my sex as it begins to throb and pulse under his touch. I feel the familiar ache as I yearn for him, he sticks his finger inside me fondling me as, I can’t hide anything from him…ok we all know he got me wet in traffic ten minutes ago.

  “Yes I think you have” at the same time he kisses my lips and it does delicious things to me deep inside.

  “Are you still sore?”

  “Maybe…would it matter?” his sexy smile looms as he rubs his thumb on my jewel, swirling it around as our eyes never leave one another, I bend my knees and part them slightly, it is so erotic how I come unglued, he kisses me and fondles me, his fingers forever tantalizing me in a spot that only he knows, and before I can even comprehend what is going on my legs tighten, my hips are moving it feels so good, I come under his persecution quickly, he pushed down on my jewel and my orgasm last longer, his kisses leave me breathless, he is smiling as he hovers over me, we are in our own little world full of erotic pleasure, unleashed desires and passion only for each other.

  “Oh how I love to make you come!” He is, beyond my wildest dreams, I just can’t get enough of him. I want more of the illicit Mr. Bach, as he lays naked beside me I want every last inch of him.

  “Oh yeah, come here” I pull him on-top of me, I reach up with both hands and caress his face, he is clean shaven and smells delectable, of Chanel Egoiste oh how I have missed this man, just the hint of his cologne and all my memories flood my mind, did I ever have a chance in hell of resisting him?

  When we first met he was the bad boy with killer instincts and a soft spot for me, I never thought I was good enough for him. He is just how I remember him after all these years, except now he loves me and I feel beautiful in his arm, we never got to experience one another this way and it is new, exciting and mind-blowing to say the least.

  Oh dear God can he kiss, when our lips meet, my blood pulses though my veins, he ignites me from within, my tongue finds its way into his mouth and his in mine, his erection is growing against me, and I want him, I don’t care how sore I am or who’s I am I want him to fill me and take me away from my thoughts, my troubles and my worries, I lift my hips to meet him and he enters me and it is excruciating at first, I’m still a bit sore and he is hard and unstoppable as he eases out of me slowly and then back in me again, at a steady pace, my heart is racing he is making me want him, it’s almost like he is teasing me still with his slow persecution and then I realize it is what sends me over the edge, it’s like he is winding me up, he knows how to persecute me and fuck me, pleasure me in ways I did not know were possible, then he picks up speed as he pounds into me and I come like crazy losing all control, our eyes are on one another, the last thing I see are tiny stars around his face, then he comes loud and hard inside me, and the stars blind me, I close my eyes as he holds me tight on my hips and fills me, my whole body is convulsing, he falls down onto me his head between my breast, my hands on his fine ass, I just realized I was pushing his behind into me deeper and deeper as I’m coming slowly back down to reality at this moment I know we are both going be slaves to this.

  I grab his face and kiss him gently.

  “Tristan, you made me see stars!” my grin, this smile is all he needed to know he owns me. I enfold his head to my breast and hug him as he kisses me between my breast and it tickles as I begin to giggle.

  “Oh Aria, you have always been my shining star and sometimes my only glimmer of hope”

  His words warm my heart, he looks up at me and I am wearing this new designer smile by Tristan, it’s a combination of sexual gratification with a hint of salacious humor. Tristan gets one look at me and he knows I want more.

  “I could never forget you because you gave me so much to remember”

  “Aria you were meant to be mine!” he moves to pull out of me and I clinch my pelvis-floor muscle and wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight.

  “Whoa Aria? You insatiable woman you!” I run my hands through his hair and mess it up and kiss him quickly.

  “Now that I’ve got you where I want you, were you stalking me this morning?”

  His teeth are clinching his bottom lip holding back that sexy smile of his.

  “Aria I had a breakfast meeting on your side of town and I was going to stop by your house but I saw you in traffic so I caught up to you! Satisfied?”

  “Yes in more ways than one” I release my pelvic-floor muscle and drop my legs onto the bed releasing my hold on him.

  Tristan rolls onto his back and pulls me to lay my head on his chest. He is running his fingers through my hair.

  “Cafune… is Portuguese for running ones fingers through the hair of someone you love” he is beyond romantic, he is sex on fire.

  “You are quite the linguist Mr. Bach”

  “You should know” from romantic interludes to sex craved bad boy…jeez

  “Was I on your to do list today Tristan?” he smiles at me as my chin is on his chest looking up at him.

  “You are all I ever want to do Aria” he kisses me as he runs his hand rhythmically up and down my back so soothingly.

  “You look beautiful today in that dress, it’s definitely your color.” I look at my fuchsia Chanel dress as it lays on the floor discarded with his clothes, as they are just flung everywhere, savages is all I can think.

  “You are killer in a navy suit I have to admit, irresistible actually”

  “You think?” he kisses my nose.

  “Tristan I raced you through downtown traffic, I ran a red light and sped through a construction zone what d’you think?”

  “I think I have never had this with anyone before” oh shit he had to get serious out loud,

  shit! shit! shit! I’m quiet now; I don’t have the heart to be sarcastic when he becomes serious, his soothing finger are caressing me as he runs them up and down my back, and I am playing as my fingernail weaves a rhythmic pattern into his chest hair

  “Aria what are you thinking?” I really don’t want to hurt him, so I better lighten the mood.

  “Nice caddy” he smiles at me.

  “I saw it and it reminded me of you”

  “So I guess I’m a forgone conclusion?”

  “You’re my inspiration Aria…always” I kiss him for that one, he was the Porsche guy when we met.

  “So let’s see Mr. Bach, you are still wearing the Chanel Egoiste that I picked out for you, you own your own vineyard, you own your own restaurant and you are now driving a Cadillac”

  “Yes I would say you have inspired me in every possible way” he looks so sincere as he sums up what effect I have had on him.

  “So it’s safe to assume that I was a positive effect on your life?” He moves my hair off my face and behind my ear.

  “Aria you were not only the cause but the affect that changed my life” I smile at him that is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me.

  “You know when I first met you I use to think dear God why is it him?” he looks at me and he traces my lips with his finger.

  “Because I will walk through fire for you Aria Macy” I kiss him for that one, wow he just knocked me out with that one.

  “You are amazing Tristan”

  “There is a world filled with people out there but I couldn’t stop thinking of you” wow that makes my girly parts tingle.

  “Tell me something Tristan the Rachmaninoff piece…” he puts his finger to my lips to stop me.

  “Aria I have toyed with it for years when I was a kid, I could never get my hands around it. When you and I broke-up, I moved in with my grandmother, it was still sitting on the piano and it just spoke to me.” I knew it had a profound effect on him too.

  “When we broke-up Tristan I went to see the Orchestra play that piece and I was glued to th
e chair, in tears, that music spoke to me of us…full moon and empty arms”.

  He puts his lips to mine our eyes burning for one another.

  “I’d rather kiss you then make you cry, come here”

  Wow I have kept all this bottled up for two years, deep, down in the depths of my soul.

  Ok, no more serious talk, I came to play. I run my hand down his happy trail to his very happy to see me as I take him in my hand and stroke his shaft I pull away from his lips. and slide down between his legs taking him in my mouth, his hands are in my hair and I am relentless in my persecution of him, I don’t know when or if I’ll see him again and I just give it that old Harvard try…although I’ve never attended classes at Harvard but Tristan sure as hell did.

  I am forceful in my manipulation of him, I won’t let up, I keep taking him deep in my throat, as he is coming apart as I run my teeth up and down him until he can’t take it anymore. He pulls me by my shoulder and I release him, my lips are covered in his awesome sauce. We look at one another and the look on his face is confirmation that he loves me.

  “I don’t want to come in your mouth!” In that one instant I see it all, we don’t have to say a word it confirms what he feels, he is playing for keeps, and we don’t know if we have tomorrow. He pulls me to him as he folds me in his arms and kisses me till we are both breathless.

  “Tristan make me come like only you can”

  He flips me over and pushes up my knees my butt is in the air as he holds onto my hips and enters me. I cry out, as pain turns to pleasure, he teases me moving slowly in and out and I push back hard against him grinding onto him, oh God I’m gonna split in two. He is merciless in his endeavor of me now, I never knew him to be tit for tat but then again this is all new to me. He holds me still so I can’t move, as he gyrates his hips and suddenly pleasure, explodes and takes over.

  “Oh God Tristan” he knows exactly what he is doing to me, when I think I can’t take it anymore, he smacks me hard on my behind repeatedly and I come over and over. I bury my face in the bed to absorb the aftershock of my orgasm.

  “Oh Aria!” and just like that he fills me as he has never filled me before, drenching and saturating me as he over flows out of me, I am lost to this man who comes like a lion and loves me like a lamb.

  He pulls out of me and falls on to the bed on his back, me on my front. We catch our breath, then lay facing each other, naked and open to one another, I have never had this with any man, and in the same thought I have always wanted this with him, not seeing him again saddens me.

  We lay and talk and I want to know his every thought.

  “Tristan I didn’t think I was good enough for you”

  “Aria I didn’t think I was good enough for you”

  “Guess the joke was on us?”

  “Back then I couldn't be what you wanted me to be”

  “And now…”

  “I'm the man you always knew I was Aria”

  “Why are you my head ache and my heartache?”

  “Because anything worth having in this life is worth fighting for” he has that right as I try to make sense of all of this I wonder

  “Tristan you still look at things as the corporate raider don’t you?”

  “Only in what I want, only what is mine” his tone is intimidating when he says that

  “No wonder they feared you in the board room back then” he smiles at my comment then gets serious

  “It’s either be feared or be loved which of the two is the lesser evil?”

  “Well if it matters you were my misery and my sympathy” he kisses me for that one

  “Aria after we broke up did you hate me?” I’m shocked he would think that. I look into his hazel eyes and he looks nervous, apprehensive and childlike even as he waits for my answer.

  “No Tristan I never hated you, you broke my heart and I was sad, confused, I went through hell when you left, it was like you died, just gone, you were here one day and gone the next” my words humble him as he looks hurt and worrisome, he reaches over and kisses me again.

  “I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you Aria, please let me make it up to you? ” and he kisses me yet again.

  “Tristan our past is just that, it’s done and over with, we have to move forward” I kiss him and he pulls me onto his chest, wraps his arms and legs around me, kisses my head as I rest my cheek on his chest and I have never felt more safe, secure and wanted in my life.

  “Aria my dear sweet Aria I love the way you show me the world through your eyes you beautiful gorgeous girl” I smile against his chest he is getting serious again and I can’t face that right now, so I go for sexual distraction.

  I reach up and grab his face and kiss him hard as I fist my fingers in his hair he rolls over onto me and he reaches down between my legs with his hand as he lies on top of me and fondles me into oblivion as only he can and then makes love to me very slowly, cherishing me, kissing me and letting me know that we belong to each other, whether I want to admit it or not.

  I maybe older than him, but oh does he have me beat by leaps and bounds when it comes to the sex department, gosh the way he kisses me send thrills to the depths of my soul, he holds me in his arms, as he kisses me, possesses me in the way that I want to be kissed, with a touch that I crave, my body comes to life under his knowing skillful hands, he is like a bolt of lightning that runs through me and lights me up from within. Tristan is all I ever wanted, he is home to me, he satisfies me in a way that only he knows how, because he is the one who stirred up these desires in the first place years ago, we never acted on them until now and now that I have had his pleasure I can’t get enough of him.

  I have never felt so beloved or cherished as I do when I am with him. The warmth of the sun shines on us through the windows as we lie and gaze at one another, I lay between his legs, my head on his chest. I could do this forever with him. We just lay like this for I don’t know how long. Tristan is my be all end of existence, my means to an end. I want for nothing when I am with him, can I keep him? Should I keep him? These questions still ponder me, I could be his, but at the cost of hurting Ian, that is too high a price to pay for happiness. I realize that I have to go, reality hits, I reach for his wrist to check the time on his Bvlgari watch.

  “Tristan I have to go” He kisses the top of my head,

  “I know” he releases me and I kneel next to him resting on my heels. He sits up reaches over holds my face in his hands, my brown eyes melt for him, as he looks at me, and looks at me, and HE LOOKS AT ME! Kisses me gently and then gets off the bed. I am left kneeling on the bed, was he making a memory of me? That is how he will remember me! he pulls on his underwear, as he hands me my dress and I get down off the bed and grab my panties and bra and we dress in front of one another, shy smiles, both not saying a word.

  I slip on my fuchsia lace panties and he hands me my bra as I ease it on he stands behind me and hooks it for me, as he plants feather light kisses on my shoulders. I stand in my dress and pull it up, and onto my shoulders, he zips it up slowly as his lips graze my ear.

  I pick up his shirt I smell it and sigh, I hold it out as he slips it on, he turns around to face me, I run my hands up his chest and kiss his chest at every button as I slowly button his shirt massaging his chest as I make my way to the last one down at his waist.

  We don’t speak, he steps in his navy pants, tucks in his shirt, buttons his waist band than zips and tightens his belt. I grab his navy Armani tie and lift his collar of his silk-crepe shirt, I slide the tie around his neck and make quick work of a perfect double Windsor knot.

  His eyes are glued on me as I dress him back up. I sigh as I make sure his tie is straight, I pat his chest once more and a frown covers my face. I pick up his cuff-links and reach for his left sleeve and very slowly turn his French cuff neatly, crease the seam with my fingernail and put his monogram silver cufflinks at his wrist, I kiss his palm and then do the same to the other.
He hugs me hard when I finish, he looks like he is going to cry, but the tear falls from my cheek. I quickly pull away and reach for his jacket. We look at one another, me holding his jacket and him holding back tears. We both don’t move, than his phone rings.

  BLING, BLING, DING, DING.BLING, BLING….

  He reaches out, I hand him his jacket and make my way to the bathroom. I can hear him, he seems very stern on the phone. I brush out my hair pee and have a quick wash.

  “What!”

  “Hey Barry what’s going one?...Oh sure, yes that is fine I will be there…just take care of your wife…ok I will be there with in the hour…” he hangs up and puts on his jacket.

  I walk back towards him and he is running his fingers through his hair.

  I give him my brush. He stands in front of the mirror on the far wall, he definitely brings that suit to life, he give me butterflies in my stomach as I catch a glimpse of him, gosh he is just beautiful, beyond handsome, jeez he is so worth going to confession for.

  “Our eyes meet in the mirror”

  “You’re not undressing me with your eyes are you Aria? Good tension breaker.

  “How did you guess?”

  “Cause I’m doing it right back” and his teeth clinch his bottom lip.

  I give him a smile and a coy laugh.

  “Let’s go I have so much to get done in the next two day for this fashion show event on Thursday, I don’t know how I got suckered into it but…” Tristan walks over to me with this salacious grin on his handsome face. Hands me back my brush and I put into my Chanel bag.

  “You don’t mean THE SUMMER FASHION thing do you?

  “Yes we are one of corporate sponsors; I have models and outfits in the show that I have to get organized”

  “I’m catering the affair on Thursday!” I am excited and smiling like I won the lottery, we will see one another for sure.

  “Are you really!” He nods yes, picks me up like he won the lottery and spins me around.

  “Oh Aria I wasn’t planning on going, I usually send the manager of the restaurant to things like this, but now I am definitely going to be there.”