Rose In Bloom

by Mia Michelle

  In the middle of the sand, sits a king size canopy bed with clear white lights strung from each of its overhead beams. The white sheer fabric dances in the ocean breeze. Fresh hot pink and purple tropical flowers lay on the crisp white linen sheets situated in the shape of an infinity symbol, my request of our shared union. Until her, I’d never call myself a romantic, but this setting is something out of a fantasy dream. I can’t think of a more perfect place to make love for the first time as husband and wife.

  As I anxiously await her, I look out across the water admiring how the fiery sun kisses the sea as it sets. Listening as the waves crash against the sandy shore, I close my eyes and savor this peace. I wish I could keep her here in this safe haven forever. There has got to be a way to shield us from what is waiting to be faced when we return home.

  “Sebastian,” she says my name softly. I turn away from admiring the sunset and lock eyes with my soul mate, my forever and always. Standing there in a short white gown, she looks like the perfect angel. If I live to be a hundred, there are no words to describe this moment. I certainly will never forget it for as long as I live. Her long dark curls loosely fall down her back. Her flawless skin glows in the evening sun.

  She is so fucking gorgeous.

  Every single time I lay eyes on her, she takes my breath away. Honestly, I had thought nothing could top the way she looked this afternoon in her wedding dress, but I’d been very wrong. Seeing her right now, I know I’ll never see anything more magnificent. I’m the luckiest guy in the world because this stunning beauty is my wife, to forever love and hold.

  For a man who has never known emotions like this, I find myself sometimes having to take a step back. Before her, I’d never allowed anyone to consume me. Now, I surrender completely to her and I’m not too ashamed to admit it.

  “Look at me, baby,” I say, tucking back her hair. Tipping her jaw up, I place both hands on her face. I want her to look into my eyes when I tell her this.

  “You are my everything. I need you to know that. What I said today? I meant. Every. Single. Word. I am going to spend the rest of our lives, every day, being the man you deserve. Loving you is the only thing I’ve ever done that is right in my life. It is the only thing that allows me to breathe.”

  “Sebastian,” she whispers. Her eyes are full of tears. Happy tears.

  Kissing down her neck, I slide the trap off her shoulder and make my way down with my mouth. My left hand cups one of her breasts. The other, I tease through the fabric. Her erect nipples grind against the material as I twist and turn it with my fingers. The soft moan from her mouth sends my cock twitching.

  Dropping to my knees, I wrap my arms around her waist and press my lips on her stomach. Looking back into her eyes, I begin inching the fabric up. Lovingly, I feather kisses down to that oh so sweet spot that I could spend all day savoring. Thank fuck, she isn’t wearing any underwear. I don’t want any barriers for the passion we are about to share tonight. Using my free hand, I move up her soft thigh and nudge her legs apart. Her glistening pink opening is dripping wet for me. Fuck me, she smells like heaven. Using the top of my thumb, I start teasing her clit, working it around in frenzied circles.

  Closely, I watch her face, studying each and every way her expressions change. Her plump lip trembles as I insert my fingers into her pussy. Working them in and out slowly, I stroke her inner walls as I ease in and out of her. A moan escapes her mouth, her breathing now erratic. She holds my stare as I watch her eyebrows lift and her teeth clamp down on her lip. The moment my beautiful girl cums, I dive in between her legs, devouring her of her intense release. Tightly grabbing her ass, I bring her closer and hungrily begin licking her folds clean, tracing each and every delicate inch of her delicious opening with my tongue. My cock is begging to be inside of her right now, but I want this memorable night to be slow and easy, not quick and hard.

  Standing, I take hold of the silk gown and pull it up over her head, tossing it on the sand beside the platform. My starving eyes take every inch of her delectable body in, appreciating every beautiful curve of her figure. Lifting her into my arms, I cradle her warm body against me, taking in her sweet smell. She rewards me by dragging her lips across my mouth, before lovingly leaning her forehead to rest against mine. In this moment, there is so much intense love and passion being passed between our bodies, the electricity is absolutely spellbinding and magnificent. No one else can possibly understand this attraction, but her. It is something beyond epic proportions.

  Gently, I lay my wife on the bed, placing her in the center of the infinity symbol. Admiringly, I stand over her and smile. Her long curls are now spread across the white bedding. She begins moving her finger in a come-hither motion, and I find myself growling in anticipation. Easing one knee up on the bed, I make my way to straddle her. Her contagious giggling makes me laugh.

  “What is so funny?” I ask as I begin kissing down her neck.

  “You look like a wild animal who is about to eat their dinner.”

  “Good thing, because that is exactly what I am about to do.”

  Pressing my hardness into her warm, inviting opening, I can feel how wet she is through my boxer briefs. Working my hips around in a circle, I hear her moan in anticipation.

  Her fingers work their way down my back, sending waves of chills throughout my body. This woman has no idea the effect she has on me. She holds the power to end me, all through her touch. I feel her hands as they reach the band of my underwear. Pulling them down, I lift up and allow her to tug them past my hips. I reach down and remove them, chunking them across the sand. Placing both hands on her cheeks, I stare her straight in those eyes. The same haunting eyes that had ruined me for anyone else, years before I’d ever admit it.

  Skylar recognizes what is in my eyes. I can run, but I can never hide from her. This woman knows every part of my soul like it is the back of her hand. Palming my face, she nods at me. We don’t have to speak to one another to know what the other needs or wants. Kissing her passionately, I taste her sweet flavor as our tongues hungrily dance.

  We break to catch our breath. Panting, I watch her face as I ease myself inside of her. Her back arches to take me in.

  Fucking hell, she feels like heaven.

  “I love you,” she whispers. A tear escapes, sliding down her face.

  Pulling myself completely out, I slowly ease back into her tight wet opening. Any man will tell you that there is nothing like the way a pussy feels as it first grips your cock. Before Skylar, I had never wanted or needed to take it slow. I had no idea that by going to straight fucking hard and fast, what you miss out on. Of course, that would also mean that you would have to care about the person and that had certainly never happened before her. She is my first and only to make love to and it will forever be that way.

  “Baby, I love you so much,” I reply, trying to compose myself from the emotions I am feeling. Her lower lip trembles and I know she is close to coming. I don’t want her to hold her pleasure in, so I inch down until her sweet warm breath is on my lips. “Let go. I want you to feel everything about tonight.”

  Her moans grow louder as my thrusts quicken and intensify. Skylar grips hold of my arms, sinking her nails into my flesh. I welcome the pain as I watch her face. Her eyes close as her back arches up. Her inner walls clamp down and literally strangle my cock. Fuck! I don’t know if I can hold back. This feels incredible.

  “Ah… Oh my God. Ahhh,” she screams, throwing her head back as she climaxes.

  Riding out her release, Skylar slowly opens her eyes to me, finding me watching her every expression. Those eyes. Like a mirror to my soul, she reflects all the good and bad inside of me. Because of her, I don’t see the bad anymore. Now all I see is love. So. Much. Love. In that turquoise heaven, I see so many promises for a lifetime of happiness.

  Sliding my arm underneath her, I scoop her up and gently roll us to where she is on top of me. I look up and watch her smile. Her long waves cascade around her face, she tucks her
curls back behind her ear and then positions herself over me. My hands grip hold of her hips, helping her steady herself. Her soft hand guides my throbbing cock into her opening. I look down and watch as it slowly sinks into her. Fuck me, that is hot as hell. When I am all the way in, she does it again, this time squatting over me and easing down on me. Gripping her hips even tighter, I push myself up to meet her movements. I arch my back into the bed. Holy shit, she is squeezing my dick so damn hard!

  Sitting forward on her knees, she sits straight up, allowing me to push balls deep inside of her. There is no way I am going to last much longer. This is just way too amazing. Looking back up at her, my breath hitches. The sun has now completely set, leaving my angel glowing in front of me. The lights of the lanterns illuminate her.

  How in the world can I be so damn lucky? My eyes fall upon her curvaceous hips before stopping at where her bump is showing. I ease myself up in her, pushing in slow and deep. My hand leaves her hip, and rests on her stomach. Glancing back into her eyes, I watch how she stares at me. Another slow thrust inside of her and she opens her mouth to gasp. I feel it build. I am so close myself.

  Again, I push upwards and observe her body move up and down taking me in. Reaching down, she takes my hands in hers, entwining our fingers as she holds them up to steady herself. The feel of our wedding rings pressing up against each other is erotic as fuck. Reminders of our never ending love for one another. Throwing her head back, I know it is here. That perfect moment where we climax together.

  Our hands hold tightly to one another, our once slow movements now quicken. Her moans grow louder as she stares down at me.

  “Sebastian! Oh. My. Ahhh!” she screams, holding my gaze. Her insides milk me for my release.

  “Skylar! Baby! FUCK!” My warm seed coats inside of her. Over and over, the stream of cum shoots out.

  She falls into me and I hold her tightly to my chest. Our mouths crash against one another as our tongues hungrily taste each other. She rests on top of me, pushing herself up to look down at me. Her long hair tickles my face. Playfully, I twirl one of her loose curls around my finger. She smiles and then rests her forehead against mine.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Mrs. Thorne.”

  “And you, Mr. Thorne, are beyond gorgeous. Every. Single. Inch.” She smiles, while tracing her fingertip down my chest, moving southward to my still rock hard dick.

  I simply can’t get enough of her. Taking her hand into mine, I kiss her wrist and smile.

  “Are you tired, baby?” I ask concerned. I know today has been a big day for both of us.

  “No, not at all,” she replies and I move to sit up, still holding her waist.

  “Good, because I am in no way done with making love to my wife.” I reply, moving her to where she is now resting on her back.

  Giggling, she gives me that beautiful smile of hers and I’m lost. If she only knew how much I love her.

  Easing into her once more, I know I’ve died and went to heaven.

  Skylar

  The warm breeze blows across our entwined bodies. The sheer white fabric dances in the wind around us as the loud ocean waves crash in the nearby distance. The bright stars look so close above me that you’d think you could actually pluck them out of the sky. He holds me so tightly to him, as if he is afraid to let me go. My cheek rests against his chest. I savor the sound of his steady heartbeat against my skin.

  There are no words to describe to anyone just what I feel for this man. I need him unlike anything else in this world. Somehow, we’d found our way back to one another and I never will let him go again.

  My bladder calls me and will wait no longer. It’s just one of the wonderful fun things about pregnancy, I suppose. Maneuvering my way out from beneath him, I quietly make my way inside the beach house while I slip back on my gown.

  Once I’m done in the bathroom, I grab a glass of water and a few pieces of the delicious lamb that had been left in our warmer by the kitchen staff. Wrapping the rest of the food up, I place it in the refrigerator. Sebastian would scold me if he saw me doing this. I see it as wasteful to let it ruin, but he doesn’t. I’ll never get used to his wealth because I’d never grown up in it. I’d known how hard it was to keep food on the table for my sister and me, so I certainly can’t stand to see such wonderful food go to waste. Besides, I am starving and this is absolutely mouthwatering.

  Putting the last bit of the food away, I walk back outside. Sebastian is now resting on his stomach, his arm stretched out onto my side of the bed. It is as though he is reaching for me in his sleep. My mind replays this magnificent perfect day. Looking down at my beautiful ring, I don’t think I can possibly be any happier. And then… it happens. I feel the baby move inside me. I’ve felt little butterfly flutters for weeks now, but this was a full little nudge on the inside. My heart fills with love, I feel it once more, and I know I’m not imagining things.

  Rushing towards the bed, I can’t help but shout his name.

  “SEBASTIAN!” I scream, not thinking about how it might terrify him.

  Immediately, he bolts from the bed, terror fills his eyes.

  “Skylar? Are you all right? What is it?” he asks, rushing towards me.

  The smile on my face confuses him. Reaching for his hand, I place it on my belly. As if perfectly timed, the baby nudges me a couple of times. It is very light, but you can feel it.

  His amber eyes look into mine. The joy on his face is priceless. No one who knows my husband would ever believe this side of him existed. This side is for me… for us. He doesn’t have to be anything for me but himself. In the business world, he plays the role he has to. There is no softening in that ruthless society.

  “Oh my God! Is that the baby?” he asks, grinning.

  “No silly, I woke you because of gas bubbles. Of course it is the baby.” I tease him.

  He keeps his hand on my stomach, waiting for another movement, but it doesn’t happen again. Hesitantly, he drops his hand and pulls me against him. Placing his hand behind my head, he looks me straight in the eyes.

  “You will never know what you mean to me… what this means to me.”

  “Yes, I do, because I feel the exact same way.” Releasing his hand, I back away. “Do you remember when you said you’d always be there to catch me?”

  “Yes,” he answers me still confused.

  “Then catch me,” I tease and begin running towards the waves. I get a good head start on him before I feel myself being carefully picked up from behind. Easing my feet back to the sand, he turns me to face him and I see him grinning from ear to ear.

  “Told you I’d always catch you. Promise me this though… no more running.”

  “I promise.” I reply, throwing my arms around his neck.

  He leans down and kisses me as he urges me back down in the wet sand. With the night sky all around us, I revel in this paradise he has given me. The warm wave of water rushes beneath me, causing me to squeal in delight. Sebastian leans down and kisses me, taking my breath once again. My legs fall apart for him as he moves between them. I feel his hard thick cock as it enters me, filling me up so deliciously. Another wave spills around us, but I no longer care. All I want… all I need is this man. We now have our whole lives ahead of us and this sweet baby on the way. My life is absolutely perfect. I finally have the happiness that I’d wished for, for so long.

  Lucas

  “Married? What the fuck do you mean married?” I scream into the phone at Kylie. I had been trying to call her for days now and she’d finally picked up her phone.

  “I’m so sorry, Lucas, but Sky and Sebastian married a few days ago. Nik and I just flew back in last night.”

  I knew this was inevitable, but I also thought my plan would have worked fast enough to stop the wedding from occurring in the first place.

  She married him?

  The intense pain in my chest deepens. I’m trying to keep her and the baby safe. I try to reassure myself of my devious plan. No doubt, she will hate m
e now, but she can’t be with someone like him. Look at how much he has hurt her. I never once hurt her and I never will. Although, I’m pretty sure my now desperate plan will definitely be doing just that.

  “Where are they?” I ask her, my desperation now very noticeable in my voice.

  “Lucas, don’t. I know you are hurting. She never wanted to hurt you and you know that. Don’t do something stupid.”

  “If you aren’t going to tell me where she is, then at least tell me when she is getting home.”

  “I honestly don’t know. Probably sometime next week, I suppose.”

  Another fucking week? I am going insane now as it is.

  Taking a deep breath, I remain quiet on the line.

  “Lucas. She is happy. I’ve never seen her this happy. After everything I’ve seen her go through and struggle with, she deserves this. You have to let her go.”

  Let her go? Never.

  “I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye Kylie.”

  “Luc-. “ I end the call before she can continue.

  Grabbing my keys, I head out in search of a way to clear my mind of all of this. That way always ends up in the bottom of a bottle.

  Brandon

  It’s really late as I enter my father’s building, but I know that he’s still here. I hate to get into a heated battle with him this late at night, but he and I have to talk. We can dance around the subject all we like, but he’s going to let me in on his plans with Sebastian Thorne. Between the three lines of coke I’d just snorted and the two mystery pills my buddy Lenny had given me earlier, I’m feeling pretty fucking brave.