Cafe Mocha
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Mr. and Mrs. Omarion Makinwa kissed and danced under the stars, promising fidelity forever in the presence of the powers of the universe, and celebrating their union under the watchful gazes of all of their ancestors.
“Are you happy?” Omar asked his bride as he held her in his arms and swayed on the wooden dance floor.
“More than I ever thought possible.” She slid her arms around his neck and pulled his face down for a kiss. “You will have given me everything I could ever want in one day.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Love and a family.”
“Speaking of family,” he kissed her lips lightly, “how long do we have to stay here? I’m ready to make love to my wife.” He kissed and quickly bit her neck to make her laugh. “Seriously, sweetheart, let’s go.” He stopped dancing and stepped away from her, the mischievous smile and linked hands making it clear that he was quite determined to ditch the party.
“Omar—”
“Yes, Mrs. Makinwa?”
Sherry sighed and then giggled as her husband led her off the makeshift dance floor. No one bothered to stop them as they headed toward the elevators in the main lobby.
“I can’t believe we’re leaving our own reception without even saying goodbye,” she whispered as they stepped into the elevator car and the groom pressed the button for their floor.
“It’s not our real reception,” he pointed out. “That doesn’t happen for another couple of weeks. Everyone’s having a good time, anyway. We’ll see them at brunch tomorrow, right?” He leaned down and kissed his bride.
This was unlike other kisses they’d shared, and for the first time Sherry realized how much passion her man had been holding back when the kiss left her slightly dizzy and weak-kneed.
“Holy shit,” she whispered after managing to catch her breath. Her fingers were curled in his tuxedo jacket to keep her balance.
“What was that?” His lips grazed her temple. He chuckled.
Omar scooped her into his arms and carried her from the elevator to his suite. She hadn’t been there before as tradition had required she spend the previous night in a different suite with his sister and mother being pampered for the big day. Now he could have her all to himself.
Finally.
His lips were once again driving her insane the second the door closed. But Sherry did quickly notice that the suite was beautiful—fresh flowers on all of the tables, dimmed lights on all of the many lamps scattered throughout, a snack plate on the table in front of the settee, the bedding already turned down with white rose petals in the adjoining room, and champagne chilling beside the bed. Since it was nighttime, the drapes to the balcony were closed, but she could see that it ran the full length of both rooms. Very romantic.
“I only have one serious question,” Omarion said as he set her on her feet and turned her so that he could kiss along her back as he was undoing the buttons of the wedding gown. “Are we using condoms tonight or are we starting our baby-making efforts right off the bat?”
“You want to get pregnant right away?” Sherry asked incredulously.
“Only if you want to.” He didn’t even break stride in what he was doing. “If you want to wait, then we’ll wait. If you want a baby right now, then that box of condoms in the nightstand drawer stays unopened.” He kissed the center of her back. “Your body, your call, sweetheart.”
“Wow,” she said softly. “Stop kissing me so I can think.”
“There’s nothing to think about. Either you’re ready for a baby or we’re using condoms. They aren’t a guarantee that you won’t get pregnant, but that’s the coin toss, right? We can try to prevent an unplanned pregnancy with the understanding that no matter when we have a child, he or she will be wanted—that was the reason we waited until we were married to have sex. So, condoms tonight or not?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“Not.”
“No? You’re sure?
“I’m sure.” Sherry giggled. “I already love being a part of your family. Nothing would make life better than to bring another life into it, right?”
“Right.” He chuckled. “Just don’t tell my mother we aren’t using birth control. She’ll be planning the nursery and picking out names as soon as the wedding reception is over.”
Sherry turned to face her husband.
“I love you, Omar. That doesn’t even sound scary.”
“It doesn’t, does it?” He rested his forehead on hers. “I love you, too, Mrs. Makinwa. Thank you for marrying me.”
The last clear thought Sherry head before her husband’s lips made her completely dizzy was that who could have guessed that a steaming cup of flavored java would change her life and spark the beginning of a beautiful relationship with a delicious man?
Her mocha man.
The End
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