“Do you like what you see?”
I grinned at her and climbed on the bed, slowly kissing up her leg and caressing the other one with my hand. Her skin felt so soft. I couldn’t believe I stayed away from her this long. I knew though from this day I wouldn’t keep myself from her anymore. I kissed her inner thigh, and she arched her back and put her hands in my hair.
“Have you missed me, baby?” I asked her, still kissing lightly on her thigh.
She moaned and started moving her hips, and I haven’t even gotten to her core yet. I moved my lips up her body, keeping my weight above her so I wouldn’t hurt her. I kissed her belly and said hello to my babies while I was there. She giggled. I kissed her tattoo, and as I made my way up to my girls, I popped the latch in the front of her bra and started my tongue assault on her very perky nipples.
I took my time with her. I kissed her neck. When I got to her breasts, I licked them and sucked them. I rubbed her body with need and wantonness. I couldn’t control myself. I felt I would bust one just from touching her.
When my tongue made it to her core, she gripped my hair tight. I spent a good amount of time in my happy place, trying to make up for the time I was gone.
I told her, “We have so much time to make up.”
I stopped licking her clit and looked at her.
She was watching me closely, and I said, “Are you ready for that?”
She laughed. “Probably not. Will you go easy on me?”
“Probably not,” I said to her, and I meant it. My desire for her body was something I knew I couldn’t control. I said to her, “Hold on to me, baby.”
I put both her legs over my shoulders and tongue fucked her until she blacked out. Then I thrust in her sweet wet pussy. Hell, just as I entered her, her muscles clamped around my dick so tight I almost lost it. But I controlled myself. I needed to get lost in her, and tonight, I promised myself, I would do just that. I plunged deep in her—moving my hips in circles slowly…Then fast… Then slow—knowing I was driving her crazy. She dug her nails in my back and raked them up and down my back and my ass.
“I want to feel you deeper, Mason. Harder, baby.”
I did what was asked of me, of course. And I was rewarded by her wetness all over me, dripping down my balls, and her screaming her release in my bed. I stayed above her and pounded and pounded, until I felt my own release coming. I yelled her name when I came, and collapsed half on her and half on the bed. I pulled out of her and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. Damn, that was good.
She caressed my sweat soaked back and hair. I opened my eyes and she was facing me, with her body on her side.
She was smiling at me, and she said softly, “I love you, Mason. No matter what I tried to do to forget you or move on from you, I couldn’t. You ruined me, too, as you said you would, and there is no one on this earth that can make me feel the way that you do—good or bad. You are an amazing man, Mason—smart, charismatic, silly, thoughtful, loving, kind, and—most of all—sexy as hell.”
I smiled at her and just listened.
“You deserve to be happy, baby. I deserve to make you happy. You know I will try to do that for the rest of my life…if you let me.”
I rolled on my back and pulled her to me to where she was lying on top of me. She straddled my hips and leaned in to where our lips were almost touching.
I inhaled her scent and watched the love and adoration in her eyes. I really don’t deserve this woman, but I’m thankful that she’s here none the less.
I put one of my hands in her hair and the other rested on her shapely and squeezable ass.
I said, just as softly, “And you, my angel…you deserve to be loved, admired, desired, spoiled, and protected. Until I take my last breath, I will make it my life’s mission to give you everything you have ever wanted and more. I can’t wait to make you my wife. I can’t wait to marry you.”
I kissed her with as much passion as I could express in a kiss. I sat up and put both my hands in her hair as I moved her head to deepen my kiss.
When I pulled back, I only hovered inches from her lips.
I said huskily, “Put me inside you, baby. Let me show you how much you’re desired and loved.”
If you ever get a chance to find the person you were meant for, I hope you don’t waste any time trying to figure it out. Time is precious, and wasting it could only result in you missing out on the most beautiful and treasured thing in your existence.
I made love to my soul mate all night and into the morning. I held her close to me, trying and hoping that she could feel safe and protected, loved and desired, wanted and—most of all—needed. I plan to tell her everyday how much she means to me. I’m not too proud to tell her that and show her that. I don’t care what anyone thinks or feels. She’s mine, and I’m hers; ‘til death do us part and even after that.
Chapter 26
Epilogue
I could hear the panic in his voice when I answered the phone. He’s been on edge ever since we arrived in Hawaii. I couldn’t expect anything less than this idiot calling me in the middle of the night before our wedding day.
“Mason, you all right?” I asked him.
I heard him clear his voice before he said, “Actually no…I’ve been thinking…”
Aw hell. “Uh-huh.”
“Angel, do you think we really should be doing this?”
I knew he was nervous. Hell, I knew he was stressed out. It was his idea to have this wedding in Hawaii, thinking that hardly anyone would come. But he was sadly mistaken. We have almost fifty guests here waiting for us to take the plunge—mostly his family, which pisses him off even more.
“What do you mean, Mason. Do you not want to marry me?” I asked him.
“Baby…I’m not saying that I don’t want to marry you. Fuck, you’re the mother of my beautiful twin boys. You’re the love of my life…It’s just…I can’t stand this shit.” He got quiet then said softly, “I need to see you, baby.”
“We can’t, Mason. It would be bad luck for you to see me before the wedding.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that. I need to see you, baby. Come on…Please? I just want to look in your eyes and know this is really what you want, that I’m really what you want forever.”
“Mace…”
“Please? Just meet me, okay? Remember that cliff we went to last night? Can you meet me there just for a few minutes? I promise to behave. If you like, I won’t look at you.”
I laughed. “I thought you wanted to see my eyes and all that.”
“Okay, scratch that. See I can compromise. Come on, angel. If you love me, Allura, you’ll meet me.”
I laughed again. “You are pathetic, you know that?”
“Yes, I do.”
I was quiet for a minute. Then finally I said, “Okay, Mason. But this needs to be really quick. Give me about thirty minutes to get dressed.”
“No!” he said quickly “Just come as you are.”
“I can’t come as I am.”
“Why? Are you wearing your wedding dress right now?”
“No, but…”
“Are you naked?” he asked, with a hint of desire in his voice.
“No, you pervert.”
“Okay, then come on. See you—or rather, hear you—in fifteen minutes.”
He hung up, and I just stood there. I didn’t have my wedding dress on at the moment. I had just put that dress up a few minutes ago. I did have on my after wedding dress. It was an off white long silk gown that swirled around the curves of my body and draped down to the ground. There was a split up my leg that stopped at my thigh.
Mimi curled my hair earlier, and I promised to sleep on a special pillow so all she had to do was touch it up. So I let my hair hang around my shoulders, grabbed my key, and walked out to meet my hubby to be.
The other night we found a beautiful cliff that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. It was the most beautiful site, especially seeing the moon in its full glory hovering over the oce
an. We lay on the sand and talked for hours, just about everything—our beautiful twin boys, Micah and Malcom; about having more kids; and just living our lives as a huge family.
When I finally got to the start of the hill that took you to the cliff, Mason was standing there in his tuxedo looking amazing. I smiled and, as he turned around to face me, he smiled back.
“I thought you weren’t wearing you wedding dress?” He said as he looked me up and down with hunger in his eyes.
“This isn’t my wedding dress, and I thought you would have a mask or something.”
He reached out for my hand and pulled me into him.
“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, sultriness dripping from his voice and desire in his eyes as his hands moved all over me.
“You know what you do to me when I see you all dressed up like this. I want to taste you, Mason.”
He leaned down and kissed me warmly. As I wrapped my arms around him, I wanted him to fuck me right here in the open. I knew this would happen. The moment I saw him, I knew I would want him.
When he broke our kiss, he rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He swayed us from side to side, as if we were dancing, resting his hands on my ass.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked him.
He shook his head and then leaned back and looked at me.
“I’ve waited all my life, it seems, for you. I’ve never been happier since I’ve met you, and I can’t wait to continue forever with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to have more babies with you, just so I can continue to bless this world with your beauty and grace and heart for decades to come. I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you and making you smile, making you laugh and making you the happiest woman on the face of this planet.”
I saw tears stream down his cheeks, and I couldn’t stop tears that have been threatening to dampen my cheeks ever since he started talking to me.
I reached up and softly caressed his cheeks with my thumbs, taking the moisture with me.
He then spoke in a hoarse low tone, “I love you, Allura, with everything that I am and everything that I hope I could be. I can’t believe I met you. I can’t believe you spent time with me. I can’t believe you cooked me dinner that first night. I can’t believe you gave me your heart. I don’t think I deserved your heart then, but I feel as though I do now. I can’t wait another second without you being my wife. Marry me, angel. Right now!”
My eyes grew wide. “What?!”
“Marry me now, Allura. I want you to be my wife tonight.”
“What about everyone else tomorrow, Mason?”
“We can do it for them again. I just…I feel like this needs to be intimate and private for just you and me to share.”
“But it’s late. I’m sure we can’t get anyone to marry us now.”
He leaned into me—giving me a devilish smile—and I shook my head.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Of course I do.”
“Then say you’ll marry me here tonight.”
I nodded my head and smiled. “I will.”
He kissed me, and then draped my arm through his and escorted me up the hill to our cliff. We were looking in each other’s eyes the whole way. I had asked him later what he was thinking about while he was watching me, and he told me he was just thanking God for bring me into his life. And you know what was crazy? I was thinking the same thing.
The first weird thing I noticed was music playing in the background. When I took my eyes off of Mason, I realized there were chairs sitting along our cliff. They were filled with Marc and Marie, AB, Roland, Mimi and Tiny, and Mason’s grandparents. Cory was with his girlfriend, Tiana. After Mason heard about Cory and the missed romance, he tracked her down for him. And come to find out, she left suddenly not just because of the job but also because she was pregnant with his baby. She didn’t want to tie him down or make him feel trapped so that he couldn’t travel and sing in his band. Now AB has given him full reign running the restaurant, and Tiana and their son, Cory Jr., live with him in Dallas. I noticed Mason also had our little six month old babies both being held by Lou. Lastly, there was a man standing near the cliff waiting for us to arrive.
I looked over at Mason in shock, and he said as if could read my mind, “Don’t worry. We will do this again tomorrow afternoon, I promise. I really wanted our wedding day to be us surrounded by the people that truly love us and know what we sacrificed to get here. I want this day to be special only to us.”
I stopped walking halfway down the make shift aisle and put my hands through his hair. “You are the most romantic man I ever met,” I whispered, trying not to cry but failing miserably. “Thank you for loving me.”
He leaned into my forehead and kissed the bridge of my nose.
“Thank you for giving me a second chance.”
The ceremony was beautiful, as we gazed out into the night sky and the full and beautiful moon over the Pacific Ocean. We said our vows to each other from the heart in front of the most important people in our lives. The next day wasn’t as romantic, but it was definitely up there with the exotic and enchanting weddings you only see on TV. I was blown away at the planning Mason did to still make this day beautiful and meaningful. We even made a place setting for Tiffany and Alex at our bridal table, as if they were there with us.
Mason James West made me feel like a queen all day and made me scream with ecstasy all night…and during the entire two weeks we were in Hawaii.
Except for the people that were with us that night, everyone thinks our wedding anniversary falls on the day they witnessed. But I loved the fact that it wasn’t.
What I don’t appreciate is three months after the wedding, I found myself pregnant again … with twins, no doubt. Mason is ecstatic, of course, and his brother is finding this unbearable. Marie tells me that he’s trying to get her pregnant so he could one up Mason, which has me laughing because of how true her statement really is.
The day we actually saw our babies through the computer screen was pretty special, especially when we found out we were having identical twin girls. Mason kissed me as we watched in amazement at the lives we created.
He looked at me and said, “What do you think about naming them Maxine and Tiffany?”
I frowned.
So far we’ve been sticking with our kids having names that start with the letter M, so I smiled and suggested, “What about Maxine and Mikala?”
“Really?”
I nodded and smiled. “Mikala is Tiffany’s middle name.”
He smiled and nodded. “Then Mikala and Maxine West it is.”
He caressed my face and touched my lips softly with his fingers. “I love you, Allura Maxine West,” he told me and kissed me full of love fire and of course something that he could only create in me… Utter happiness.
The End
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