Loving A Firefighter (Loving Series)
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"Charles, you may now kiss the Bride."
Chip lifted the veil and kissed Carrie on the lips.
Turning to the congregation, the minister said, "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Charles Thomas Reynolds."
The recessional music started, hand in hand, a glowing bride and a beaming groom made their way to the doors of the sanctuary. The congregation followed and met outside where they were showered with rice and the congratulations of the fire department, the TV personalities and other members of the congregation. At the foot of the steps to the church, Carrie tossed her bouquet, not knowing who caught it.
Her mother hugged her, and kissed Chip on the cheek. “You need to go back into the sanctuary and sign the license and pose for the photographer. They turned and followed her back into the church and took care of the legal formalities.
Back out front, they climbed onto the sparkling, bright red fire truck and rode to the reception at the Wildwood Inn. At the Inn, Carrie changed into her travel clothes and joined the crowd.
The time came for them to cut the cake. They had previously talked and both decided they did not want to press the cake into each other’s face. They cut a small slice and each fed the other a bite of the cake.
After an hour, Chip came to Carrie and whispered in her ear, “Let’s get out of here. Dad has our bags in the truck and parked it in back. I have the keys. We can go out the back. Maybe no one will notice and we can just slip away.”
“I’m with you. Lead the way.”
The Wedding Night
They were totally successful in slipping out the back way unnoticed and into the truck. As they drove towards I35, Carrie said, “I hate bucket seats.” She settled for laying a hand on his thigh as they drove toward Dallas on I35.
Chip exited the freeway before they got to the business district and pulled up in front of the Anatole Hotel. A liveried doorman met them and asked, “Will you be staying with us, sir?”
“Yes we will,” answered Chip. The doorman turned and tooted on the small whistle he had in his hand. A bellhop came and got their bags. Chip took Carrie’s hand, led her to the desk, where he said, “Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds checking in please.” The desk clerk handed them a registration card which Chip signed as Mr. and Mrs. Chip Reynolds.
Carrie said, “Wait, I want to get a picture of that please.” She snapped a picture of the registration with her iPhone.
“Bellman, would you please show Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds to the Bridal Suite.”
The bellman led the way to the elevator, inserted a key in the panel, turned it and the elevator began to ascend to the top floor. He opened the door to the Bridal Suite, made a show of closing the curtains and checking everything. He turned to Chip, handed him the key card and said, “We are pleased to have you with us at the Anatole.”
Chip tipped him, and he left closing the door behind him.
Chip turned to Carrie and said, “May I kiss the bride again?”
“Please do sir.”
The kiss was a long and passionate one. It left Carrie breathless and eager for more.
She looked around at the beautiful surroundings. The suite was comprised of two rooms, one a sitting room with a large sofa, two chairs, and a coffee table. Sitting on the coffee table was a champagne bucket with champagne on ice. On the far side of the room was a wet bar. “This is really elegant isn’t it?”
Chip said, “You outshine everything darling. When I first saw you and Jonathan at the back of the church, you took my breath away. You are truly beautiful, almost angelic.”
“I don’t feel angelic right now. Do you want champagne tonight?”
“Not really.”
“I don’t either. I want my husband."
“That sounded really good. Say it again.”
“I want my husband.”
“And your husband wants you also.”
“Shall we?”
“Let’s.”
Chip checked the latch on the door, took his bride’s arm and led her to the bedroom. “I wish I could have carried you across the threshold but I believe you weigh a bit more than my 25 pound limit.”
“That’s okay. I’ll walk.”
Carrie picked up her luggage and went into the bathroom. “Don’t start without me,” she said over her shoulder.
“I wouldn’t think of it,” Chip said. He sat in one of the chairs and removed his shoes and socks, next came his shirt. He removed his trousers and hung them alongside his suit coat in the closet. Clad only in his boxers, he turned back the covers and slipped between the sheets. He fluffed the pillows and leaned into them in a semi sitting position.
The light in the bath room went out; the door opened and out floated a dream. The only light in the room was a small chair side lamp. Carrie came out wearing a light diaphanous negligee over a shorty top. Nothing was left to the imagination. “Dance with me, Chip, please.” He got out of the bed, and tuned the small bedside radio to an oldies station. The music was slow and soft as she came into his arms, and nestled her head in the corner of his neck and shoulder. She molded her body to his as they swayed to the soft slow music. A slow hum came from her throat, as she began to rub his neck. The skin was smooth to her touch because of his fresh haircut. The light smell of his cologne mixed with the Halston aftershave was intoxicating. “The lady would like to be kissed,” she said and tilted her head back. Their lips came together, hers smooth and soft, his slightly rough. Their tongues met and each caressed the other. He tasted the sweetness of her mouth, traced the outline of her cheeks.
He heard her say, “Ummmmm.” She tightened the embrace as he began to explore the contours of her body. Somehow, she managed to slip out of the negligee as they continued to move in rhythm with the slow music. The roving hand found the smooth satiny softness of a breast. He squeezed it softly, tightening and loosening his fingers. When the fingers found the pebbly nipple, it was firm and erect. Carrie began moving her hand down his back. He continued to massage the breast, cupped his hand under it, and lifted. He leaned over and took the nipple into his mouth, along with the covering fabric. “Ahhhhh, she said and arched her back. Her hand reached his manhood.
When her fingers touched it and began gently moving over it, a jolt of electricity shot through him. He tensed; afraid he was going to come in her hand. He backed her to the bed, when her knees came in contact with the bed, she said, “Chip, would you remove my nightie for me?” He pulled it over her head and stepped back, drinking in her nakedness. Her high, round breasts, silhouetted in the dim light drew his attention much the same as a moth to a light bulb. He reached out, grasped her shoulders and rotated her so that he could take in this wondrous body from all angles.
He slid his shorts off and it was her turn to look. His male member sprang out and with an upward tilt it swayed to any movement of his body. She lay back on the bed. He slid the thin lacy panties down and over her feet. He took in the entrance to the magic cave of pleasure, silky hair shadowing the opening. He lay beside her and began moving his hand around. He cupped a breast, and took it into his mouth. He could feel her quiver as he traced the outline of the nipple with his tongue. He took both breasts in hand and squeezed them together. He put his mouth on both nipples at once and flicked his tongue back and forth.
Her passion was really ignited now; her roving hand found his member again and held it tight. His hand moved down and found the opening to her inner core. It was moist almost over flowing. He manipulated the lips. She swung her hips back and forth as he moved a finger inside, moving it around and back and forth. He found her swollen clitoris and squeezed it gently. She tightened and almost growled as she plunged over the edge. She thrust her hips upward and moved against his finger. He could feel the contractions within the pussy continue as the moisture increased. She emitted a long sigh, still holding on to the rigid staff that was his manhood. He took a nipple back into his mouth and slid another finger inside her. It was tight as he moved them around, stretching the insides of the vault of
treasure.
“Lie really still, now. He moved his head slowly to her belly. She entwined her fingers in his hair as he moved slowly downward, licking the hot flesh as he went. He reached the lips and moved his tongue over them, gently exploring the contours and then moving inside her. As the tongue entered she gasped and toppled over the edge and into the pit of ecstasy once again. The contractions began with a ferocity she thought would drive her mad, he continued, and then slowly withdrew, moving back up, over her tummy and onto her breasts. She thrashed back and forth. He reached her neck and kissed the smooth flawless skin there.
He tried to reach behind to the night stand to get a condom. She whispered, “I started taking the pill when we became engaged. You won’t need them.” He lay on his side and pulled her to him. The warmth that exuded from her body flowed over him; her breasts were sensitive to his the touch of his chest. She began to slowly move her hips against his groin.
He mounted her. “This is going to be painful and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry about it. I talked to Mom about it. It won’t last long, and there will be a little bleeding but it will pass.”
He spread her legs to open the entrance for his member. He manipulated it to touch the lips. “Ohhhhhh, that feels so good.”
He moistened the head with her juices and spread the pre-cum that had oozed out. He pushed in further, the moist interior welcomed him. There was resistance as he pushed harder, harder. An exquisite pain shot through her as he pushed past the resistance and began moving back and forth. She found the rhythm and began moving with him. He heard the slow rumble as her contractions began anew. They tightened on him and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, on and on. His thrusts intensified, coming more rapidly, then harder. She could feel him pumping his cum inside her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips and began thrusting upward, faster and faster, as the rush of another orgasm overtook her.
She relaxed; he was still inside her, not stiff, not soft but firmly in place. They remained in that position for
a few minutes, and then she began to rotate her hips slowly, pushing against him. He began moving with her. No strong, powerful thrusts, just slow movement, him inside her, she holding on to him. Gradually, more intensity came into the movements and they sped up. She tensed up, “Wait for me” he said. She tried, but it was getting beyond her control. “Now,” he said. “Now.” “Now.” They both moved together quicker and quicker until the force of completion hit them both. They came together thrusting, pushing and pumping. When it was over, he rolled over to his side. And then he gathered her into his arms.
She sighed. “Did I hurt you darling?” he asked.
“It hurt a little but not very long. I’m a little sore right now, but oh my God, it was worth it. It was incredible. I can’t believe the feeling it gave me. When you put your finger inside, it drove me crazy. I couldn’t hold it back. It just took over every muscle and fiber of my body.”
He lay there, idly tracing the nipple, still erect. He touched it with his tongue. She moved within his arms, her undulating hips moving against his groin. He moved his hand down, and pushed a finger inside the slick entrance to her cave. Finding her clit again, he rubbed it softly from back to front. He found the G spot that caused her to tense. Gently back and forth until he took her to the top and over the cliff.
When she became limp and still, he collected her into his arms and whispered into her ear, “I love you Carrie Reynolds.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms and it was good.
Carrie had just presented him with her pearl of great treasure. The gift a woman can give only one man and only one time. She offered it with grace, he received it with gratitude.
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They belatedly opened the champagne, and then enjoyed the champagne room service breakfast in bed.
After breakfast, mindful of the tenderness in Carrie’s core, they made love slowly. Both achieved climax but not the mind blowing of the previous evening.
“Did you try to talk to me last night? I was so sleepy, I vaguely remember something.”
“I said, I love you, Carrie Reynolds. I do.”
“And, I love you right back, Chip Reynolds.”
“Let’s shower and hit the road,” he said.
“Together?”
“Why not,” he said. We can save a little time.”
The shower had plenty of room for the two of them, but they didn’t save any time. With the soaping and drying of each other, it took nearly twice as long.
All dressed and packed, they checked out of the Anatole, packed the truck and headed south on I45 towards Galveston. They were both eager to take on any challenges life chose to throw them, confident as a team they had the strength and love to conquer all.
“I love you Carrie Reynolds.”
“I love you too Chip Reynolds.”
About The Author
Susan Leigh Carlton lives in Tomball, Texas, a suburb northwest of Houston. She lives with her husband of over 40 years, their two toy poodles and Lissie, her cat.
Susan began writing in August, 2012, publishing two cookbooks culled from the hundreds of recipes in her mother-in-law’s collection.
Cakes From Mamaw's Kitchen
Pies From Mamaw's Kitchen
She also published Diabetes: You Can Live With It Or Die From It
Susan recently published her first romance novel Loving An Airborne Ranger
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
The Wedding
The Wedding Night
About The Author