“I like that…” she moaned.
“I like it too. Now humor me and bend to the side.” Skylen commanded as he released his grip on her belly and she bent over to her side, following his command immediately and without question.
He picked up his measuring tape and wrapped it around her waist at the exact spot where she’d bent over. “Your waist measures 35 inches.”
“Does that please you?” Stephanie asked, nervous that her belly wasn’t large enough for her future husband’s taste.
“Yes, you please me greatly.” Skylen answered, pressing his palm against her belly again and sliding the tip of one finger inside her belly button. First he wiggled it around inside the snug hole and then he pulled it out, fighting against the suction of her bellybutton fighting to keep him inside of her. Pop! Her belly finally released his finger, but it was clear that his finger quickly grew lonely and wanted to be inside her again. Skylen brought his finger to his mouth and licked it, thoroughly lubricating the digit before thrusting its tip back inside her bellybutton.
Brilliant colorful sparks of electricity flashed in front of Stephanie’s eyes and deep inside her core as her soon to be husband finger fucked her soft belly with his hard, wet digit. Her knees gave way and he caught her, holding her up with one powerful arm as he fucked desire inside her body. His finger twirled circles inside of her bellybutton as the hard pressure of his thin lips crashed down onto the full thick pillows of her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth and she sucked its tip. She sucked him with the full strength of her desire as his finger abandoned her bellybutton, slid down her mound and gently tickled the tip of her clit.
Skylen measuring and pleasuring her body felt so natural. It felt like the most natural thing in the world like it was what the two of them should have been doing all along. Moisture flooded Stephanie’s eyes at the thought that she’d missed out on eight months of Skylen touching her body this way.
“No. Don’t cry. You’ll smudge your beautiful makeup.” Skylen said as he lifted his fingers away from her clit and separated their embrace. “No, oh no, I’ve already smudged your lipstick by kissing you.” He lamented, swiping his fingers against the sides of her lips attempting to wipe away the red smudges on her face. Stephanie inhaled the scent of her arousal on his fingertips and the delicious fragrance inflamed her desire for him. She refused to wait any longer to make love to her man.
“Don’t worry about my makeup. I can fix it later.” Stephanie said. “I want you. I want you now. I don’t care what I look like. Make love to me, right here and right now, my love.”
“You look gorgeous.” Skylen said lifting her up and carrying her over to her blue loveseat. He sat her down on her feet in front of the loveseat, ripped off his dark blue t-shirt, pulled down his gold and gray track pants and sat down. With a flick of his finger, he invited her to sit on top of him. “Sit facing me. I want to watch the pleasure of your climax tear through your face when you cum on my cock.”
Eager to enjoy her future husband she straddled him without hesitation and reached down steadying his long thick erection with her hand as she lowered her body onto his cock.
**Skylen**
She wants me. Skylen breathed in the fragrance of Stephanie’s jasmine scented hair and kept his sight fixed on the gold and green swirl of her Hazel eyes as she lowered herself onto his hard pulsing erection. “Oh, god, yes,” he moaned as her hot wet lips rapidly enveloped his cock head and slid down his shaft slamming onto his balls. He watched her eyes clench shut and her mouth twist into a pleasured grimace as she ground down on top of him. Within seconds, her eyes flipped open again and soon she lifted her body up and hopped up and down on his shaft, sending electric pleasure shooting through his entire body.
This is my chance to show her I love her. He thought as he leaned back and lifted his hips, thrusting his cock deep inside her hot wet walls repeatedly like a piston. He reached one hand forward and softly but rapidly flicked his fingertips over the exposed nub of her clit. “Oh, darling, I love the way you squeeze my cock tight with your pussy.” He groaned as her meaty thighs and ass slapped down against his muscular thighs.
Stephanie released one hand from the back of the loveseat and grabbed a clump of his brown locks with her fist, tussling with his mane during the throws of her passion, completely destroying his perfect coiffure. I’ll fix it later. He thought as he focused on controlling the painful pleasure bursting inside his rock hard cock and tightly bound balls. He held out against his release, determined to take his soon to be wife all the way to climax, even if it meant splitting his cock in two in the process. “Yessss sexy, grind on my cock.” He hissed, clenching his fists to control the peaking of his ecstasy.
Skylen watched as Stephanie shuttered her eyes closed again not seeming to notice that he’d leaned slightly to the right and was fishing something out from between the loveseat cushions. She flung her mouth open in the wide shape of an O as she panted into the air. “Oh, Skylen! I love you! Oh, Skylen!” She shouted her pleasure with the full force of her ecstasy as the walls of her pussy convulsed around his cock and he pushed harder into his pleasure filling her full with his seed.
Skylen tore his fingers away from Stephanie’s clit and used them to pop open the small red leather box he’d pulled out of the loveseat cushion. With trembling fingers, he lifted the open box right in front of her face just as she was opening her eyes.
“I love you with all my heart Stephanie. Will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?” He asked her in the lowest, sexiest tone he could muster while still panting. He expected her to hesitate and to say she needed time to carefully consider her reply, but instead she screamed “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” and squealed an ear piercing “Yes, I’ll be your loving bride!” before she leaned forward and showered his forehead, cheeks and finally his lips with her warm kisses.
“I’ll love you forever, Skylen Carlisle.” She giggled as Skylen lifted her body up and stood her on her feet and then hopped to his feet, standing beside her.
“Please allow me the pleasure of measuring the rest of your lovely body. As soon as I’m finished, I promise we’ll be married.” Once again, he expected Stephanie to question him or to protest in some way, but she just twisted her beautiful curvy chest from side to side, giggled and said “okay” as he wrapped the measuring tape around her fullest part of her hips and ass. “Your curvy hips measure 44 ½ inches now my darling.”
“What size am I now?” Stephanie inquired, still giggling.
“You’re somewhere in between a size 16 and a size 18. Let's call it size perfect. You’re absolute perfection, Stephanie.” Skylen answered as he walked her over to the scale and the lifted her onto its platform. Stephanie held her breath as she stood completely naked and still on the scale. In less than a second it registered her weight and displayed it as 201.7 pounds.
“You did it. You reached your goal, beautiful.” Skylen congratulated his fiancé, lifting her body off the scale and up into his arms again.
“We’ve reached our goal.” Stephanie replied, wrapping her arms around her fiancé’s neck and pressing her lips to his in a kiss that told him “I trust you and accept you for who you are. And I’ll love you forever.”
Epilogue
Stephanie
It’s only been an hour since Skylen asked me to marry him and we’re already standing in our home’s garden together under the brilliant glow of a full moon. The cool evening breeze twists and twirls the loose strands of my shimmering black hair across my face. The wavy tendrils that have fallen from my floral crown and brush up against the pink blush of my cheeks tickle my skin. I grin up at Skylen, my face flushed with the bloom of my happiness as my husband to be and I stand together just seconds away from reciting our marriage vows.
Just like his little sister Valerie promised he would, Skylen had an entire wedding crew waiting outside the front door of our home. There were over four dozen wedding professionals, sitting and waiting for me to tell him yes,
I would marry him, so they could burst into action and transform our house and garden into the perfect wedding venue. And our house is the perfect wedding venue. I couldn't have asked for a lovelier, more perfect setting in which to marry the man I love.
The wedding crew performed a glorious feat, stringing soft white lights and lanterns throughout the garden in less than an hour, illuminating our ceremony and enhancing the brilliant glow of the moonlight with ethereal beauty.
Skylen and I are standing together in front of the marriage officiant who is speaking to us from her perch in front of our ornate glass greenhouse and in between our two flowing water fountains. Lizbeth is standing beside me as my maid of honor and Harvey is standing beside Skylen as his best man. The secret lovers, Skylen’s younger sister Valerie and Harvey’s younger brother Vareck are also part of our ceremony. Valerie stands with me as a bridesmaid and Vareck stands with Skylen as a groomsman. Valerie’s dog Raina and my kittens Rainbow and Moonlight are also present and dressed in their most adorable black and white wedding attire. Skylen even arranged for my mother to attend the ceremony. When she’d walked me down the aisle she’d cried into her tissue and told me she’d always known I would be lucky enough to marry a billionaire. I suppose that my mom will always be my mom, and selective memory or not I’ll always want her in my life.
Just like he always promised me he would, Skylen took care of everything. He even made sure I had my pick of wedding dress from a selection of over four dozen gowns. Of course, I found my perfect dress. It's a cap sleeved gown with an ivory floral lace bodice with scalloped edging. It's empire waist attaches to its white flowing tulle skirt in the exact manner that best flatters my figure. It perfectly complements the flowing floral crown of my braided chignon. When I first laid eyes on it, hanging on its rack, I was worried that it wouldn't fit me correctly, but I should have known that Skylen would never allow me to be disappointed. The wedding staff, had at their fingertips, immediately available over a dozen different cuts of my desired dress. After trying on just four gowns, I found my perfect fit.
Our marriage officiant now asks Skylen “Will you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” to which he immediately replies “I do”. She then asks me the same question. “Will you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I gaze up at Skylen, his face beaming brightly as he grins down at me wearing his perfect smile every bit as handsomely as he wears his silk silver-grey tuxedo.
I giggle and say, “I do.” Before I can finish my "I do", Skylen lifts me up into his powerful arms and captures my lips with a kiss. A long lingering kiss that says he promises to love and cherish me as his wife forever. I can barely hear our officiant say the official words. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." And I didn’t need to hear the legal announcement anyway. Skylen's kiss told me everything I needed to know. It told me we've both finally found our forever match and our one true love.
The End.
Thanks for reading.
Taboo 13
Taboo: GILF/YoungerMan/FirstTime
Chapter 1
“Yes, bestie, I promise,” I lifted up one of my overused arms and raked my sore fingers back through my thick chestnut brown hair. “No, Emily, we don’t need to hire any additional help. I am fully capable of re-stocking the restaurant pantry myself. I will do it as soon as I’m finished with my business in the city.”
A platinum blonde wearing a floor-length fur and six-inch stilettos shot me a disapproving look as she bent down to pick up her Yorkie and strode past me toward the elevator. “I have to get off the phone,” I lowered my voice and bowed my head, “I’m already at your grandmother’s door, and you know how strict they are in her building about their no cell phone rule.”
I whipped my head from side to side, scanning the long hallway to see if anyone else had witnessed my blatant defiance of building policy. The hallway was empty. Lucky me. With only one witness to my misdeed, it was unlikely I would receive another reprimand from the building manager today.
“Yes, Emily…yes, I won’t rush my visit with your grandmother. And, yes, I promise to play any game with her she likes… even if it’s Gin Rummy.” I took to scanning the hallway again, fearful that my prolonged cell phone conversation with my overly talkative best friend and business partner might get me banned from the building permanently this time.
“Enough!” I screamed as silently as my fury would allow. “Your grandmother is 57, not 107, and she is fully capable of running her own life. She doesn’t need you, or me, or anybody making plans for how she should spend her days.”
My fingers stung, I gripped my phone so tightly. “Yes, I promise to give her your love. And yes, I will restock the pantry when I get back to the farm. Goodbye.” I thumbed my phone silent as a rustling noise sounded from behind Mrs. Labret’s closed apartment door.
I swiveled, stood and lengthened my torso, proudly displaying the naturally chiseled muscular perfection that was my twenty-two year old farmer’s body. As I swung my body into position at the door, I flexed my quad muscles against the front of my skin-tight blue jeans and my biceps against the snug rolled up sleeves of my well-fitted plaid shirt.
Knock. Knock. “Produce delivery!” I announced in my most professional delivery boy tone.
“Good afternoon, young man,”
“Good afternoon, ma’am.”
“Please, come inside and put the produce basket on the kitchen counter.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I bowed my head and pushed the produce dolly past Mrs. Labret’s tall, svelte frame while she held the heavy bronze door to her apartment open for me.
She always shut the front door softly and then walked behind me as I scampered through the winding hallways of her spacious apartment, toward her tiny well-appointed kitchen.
Most of the apartments I visited during my weekly produce deliveries were designed in the modern sensibility and with open concept designs. Basically, they were all the same. Huge multi-purpose rooms with their kitchens, dining rooms, family rooms, and sometimes even their bedrooms all jammed together into one large public space.
Mrs. Labret’s apartment was different. It had an old world sensibility. Each room was its own tiny world, distinct and separate from the rest of the home.
Some rooms lay behind warm cherry wood doors. Other rooms sat apart, separated by dark mahogany wood with gilded gold edgings. The doorway to the kitchen was made of shimmering glass, which allowed the sunlight from its many windows to illuminate the hallway.
I’d been Mrs. Labret’s delivery boy for four years now, so I knew my way to her kitchen. Someone inexperienced with the complexities of her apartment’s floor plan would have immediately become lost upon entering its decorated maze of hallways. Not me. I was well acquainted with the route to the heart of her home.
“Emily and Calvin send their love,” I flexed my too toned biceps and tightened my glutes as I hoisted the basket full of fruits and vegetables onto the thin kitchen counter.
“Oh, it’s sweet of the lovebirds to think of me,” Mrs. Labret strode in front of me and unwrapped the red velvet bow on the produce basket. She started loading its contents inside the bottom drawer of her refrigerator as she spoke. “Do you have to rush off, dear, or do you have time to share an omelet with me?”
“I have time for dinner,” A wicked smile parted my lips, and I dipped my head to conceal it before reaching up to grab an omelet pan off the top ceiling rack.
I always had the time and energy to cook Mrs. Labret dinner. I was a busy man, but I made spending time with the most gorgeous and fascinating woman I’d ever met a priority. The woman with the striking salt and pepper hair who was now bent in front of her refrigerator displaying her fine ass for me deserved no less than every free second of my time.
“I’ve completed all of my deliveries for the day, ma’am. I have four hours and twenty-three minutes before I have to be headed back to the farm,” I said, as one at a time, I cracked open the half dozen eggs I’d fetched from the
hen house early this morning in anticipation of cooking this meal for her.
“That’s a pity, Brandon,” Mrs. Labret chuckled. “I so wished to spend our usual four hours and thirty minutes together this evening.”
“I’ll adjust my schedule to give you the full four hours and thirty minutes,” I raised and lowered my eyebrows twice to let my hostess know that I got the joke. As usual, I was ridiculously strict with my schedule, and I needed her playful reminder to stop working, relax and enjoy myself.
My hostess flashed me an uncharacteristically shy smile and then turned to close the refrigerator door. I followed my brown-eyed beauty’s averted gaze as she strode across the kitchen and sat down caddy corner to me behind the dining island.
“Would you like home fried potatoes with your omelet?” I asked as I furrowed my brow and cradled one of her white bone china bowls in my hand, whipping up our eggs with a splash of milk.
“Just a simple omelet will be perfect,” she puckered her pouty pink lips as she poured herself a tall cup of coffee.
I watched her every movement as she lifted her cup to her lips. Her knuckles shone white against her tan skin and the brownness of her coffee cup while she watched me cook. As she sipped her java, her heels tapped rhythmically against the metal legs of her kitchen stool.
My heart thrummed against my ribs. Had the building manager complained about me shirking the delivery hour rules again? No. If he had whined to her, my oldest and best customer, in his usual annoying manner, she would have made a joke about it by now. She was uneasy about something else, something way more important than me breaking some silly rule.
I watched as the beautiful silver and black-haired beauty before me, put down her coffee cup and dropped one simply manicured finger to her empty plate. She tilted her head gracefully as she traced delicate circles around the china’s bluebird pattern. Beautiful, fragile bluebirds.
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