Becoming His
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This was the church that Will’s family had wanted them to marry in, but Noelle was concerned that her family wouldn’t be able to travel to snowy Maine right after Christmas. So instead they had a beautiful, intimate morning wedding ceremony at the Rose Manor, a Tudor mansion in downtown Brighton, followed by a luncheon reception, complete with a classical ensemble performed by Noelle’s cousins. Family was the theme of the day.
With close family and friends, all total, they had fifty very special guests, many who were now in attendance at their son’s baptism.
The ceremony and reception had been magical with a beautiful space, overflowing vases of white flowers, succulent roast and chicken, winter salad, a lavish red velvet cake covered with fluffy cream cheese frosting and sprays of sugar flowers, violins, a cello, Noelle’s Aunt Winnie, the professional photographer, and Will’s cousin Joe, with a minister’s license. The tables were dressed in red and silver with the scent of gardenias, cinnamon, and spruce infusing the sun-washed rooms.
Noelle wore a simple white lace empire waist gown with fitted long lace sleeves and satin ballet slippers, and Will dressed in a dark morning suit, with a gardenia in his lapel, complementing Noelle’s bouquet of gardenias and white roses.
It was a beautiful, simple ceremony followed by pictures and dancing, a luncheon, and cake, and finally a sendoff with silver and red glittering confetti falling like snowflakes upon them as they exited to their waiting car.
Will drove them three hours northeast to a ski lodge resort just inside Vermont for their wedding night. At four months pregnant, it was a vanilla night of love making. The next morning they finished their journey, driving to their new home in Maine.
Now, seven and a half months later, Will’s startup companies have been finding some success with both the locals and tourists, and his grandma, Grace, who didn’t believe in retiring, came to stay with them and school Will a bit on the jewelry business a month after Xavier was born. Her advice and help were greatly appreciated as, at the age of eighty-one, she still ran a very successful store in Nantucket that she left her second husband in charge of for the summer.
Grandma Grace stayed with the newly minted family all through the summer, splitting her time between helping Will with his businesses and rocking Xavier so Noelle could read a book proposal, catch a much needed nap, or take an uninterrupted shower. She would be returning to Nantucket the next day, and Noelle’s family would be staying with them for the rest of the week. At some point, Will assured her he would thread her away from their family and they could have a much overdue date.
The Reverend poured water on the top of Xavier’s head and he seemed unbothered. Fortunately, the child loved water. Two more sprinkles and the baptism was over. Xavier was presented to the congregation and restored to Noelle’s arms. She looked over to see her smiling aunts and uncles next to her mother holding back a scowl at the thought that her grandson had not been baptized Catholic, and imagined she would have to be careful around her all week as she would be ready to spit fire if given the opportunity. If anything, becoming a mother herself had so far taught the need to be flexible, and that included being flexible with those around her who were not. What mattered was that her mother adored Xavier and was looking forward to watching him for a couple hours that week.
Will slipped his hand in Noelle’s as they sat in the pew, their beautiful boy gazing up into their faces, and whispered into her ear, “I love you, dear. You are beautiful, and you’re mine.” A smile spread across Noelle’s face and contentment filled her heart. She managed to look at her mother and give her an encouraging smile.
They headed out of the church and on to the Christening party which was something of a lobster fest hosted by Will’s family, under a tent pitched at the Martin home. On this perfect summer day in Maine, Noelle beamed with joy as her family appeared just as happy and content. They huddled around Xavier in her arms, sampled the lobster they were unfamiliar with, and gazed amazedly at the ocean and mountains. Maine had captured the hearts of her family, and she knew she would be seeing them for all their breaks and holidays.
That evening the house was full of family, but little Xavier was tuckered out from everything. He nursed himself into a milk induced stupor and Noelle swaddled him and tucked him safely in his bassinet, in the living room by her mother-in-law who gazed at his sleeping face more than her e-reader.
The arrival of their son had certainly changed their lives. Everything they had lived for before had been turned upside down, and now all their decisions were based on what was best for Xavier. Noelle wasn’t sure she would be able to leave their son for the two hours, especially when he fell asleep before they went out. What if he woke and needed her? He was only three months old… The what ifs almost kept them from going out the door, but Linda insisted they go out, and so, Noelle managed to pull off her ponytail, slip into a clean dress and sandals, and stumble out the door with Will.
Once away, a flood of relief briefly washed over but quickly passed. The complete freedom of not being a parent would never be a part of her heart again, but at least she knew Xavier was in good care with his grandmother.
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I have no idea, Mr. Martin. Let’s just have sex.”
“Just sex? Is that what we’ve come to?”
“I hope not, but your grandma’s visit and the new baby have given us the longest dry spell in our lives together.”
Will smiled and pulled in front of their storefronts. He escorted her out of the car, into the building, and up the stairs to the empty apartments above, one of which he had furnished with a queen size bed dressed in white linens.
“Babe, we have very little time, so get undressed.”
Noelle looked around speechless. “Oh, wow, the romance is sparking everywhere.” She whipped her dress up over her head and stood before Will in her nursing bra and underwear. “I wonder if I should take this off?”
Will walked over to her and encased her in his arms. “Noelle,” He said as he kissed her forehead. He released her and pulled the curtains closed before lighting a few candles and turning on some music. It was Tesla’s Love Song, a song about a breakup, but too pretty to not be their favorite. It was their song. It wasn’t that long ago that they had listened to Love Song in Will’s old GTO, and now they were a family, making a go of it in, of all places, Maine.
She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck with her head. The moonlight shone in from the tall windows modestly covered with sheer curtains and half open Venetian blinds.
“Will, are we here because we lived in the now, or because we were always planning ahead for the future?”
Will looked down at her. “I’d say the now, babe. Junior came because we were in the now, and that’s how we made the decision to be here, in Maine.
“I know! We were in the moment, looking out at the Grand Canyon and we both knew, this is where we wanted to be, by the mountains and the sea, in the country. I can’t believe we did it.”
“Are you glad we’re here?”
“Yes, Mr. Martin, I’m glad, even after that never ending winter. I generally live by instinct, and my instinct told me from the moment I saw you on the loading dock at Harness, that you were the one.”
“I knew you were my girl from the moment I saw you, babe.”
Will reached down and caressed Noelle’s bare bottom, kissing her neck and pulling her legs up around his waist.
He stroked her back, gently laying her stomach down on the bed, stroking her repeatedly, rubbing her ass with his right hand, and massaging her with petroleum jelly before gently pressing inside her with his right index finger.
“Shh. Just relax.” And she did. Noelle lay there on the bed, giving in to Will’s every need and desire, handing her body over to him, as a sign of complete submission. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “Put your arms at your sides. Relax your body and don’t make a sound.”
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ntally prepared herself for this, willing herself to give into something she anticipated to be extraordinarily painful.
Relax! She told herself, and by doing so, her muscles were relaxed. Suddenly, everything she had read from Manual Methods came back to her. How to have proper anal sex: it was imperative that she relax her body and give in to Will’s need for dominance.
Noelle gasped as it was only their second time doing this, and Will soothed her with his words, now talking to her softly. “Good girl, it’s all right, just stay still.” He allowed her body to adjust to him before proceeding, entering her further, sliding in with the petroleum jelly. And then he was fully inside her, and she was his.
She sighed and felt at peace. Her muscles relaxed. Will began to gently stroke in her while whispering in her ear, and her mind swam in a sea of surrender. Noelle had never felt so completely his. He clasped his arms around her tightly as he came hard and then slipped his left fingers inside her pussy while still in her anally, rubbing her G-spot, causing her to shake with multiple orgasms. No words were needed, and none were spoken, just her soft moans and cries as he lifted her to repeated climaxes.
The gauzy haze of the moonlight glinted down on them as Will held the door for her and drove them home where they devoured a bowl of fresh picked blueberries and played a game of chess, all while gazing upon their beautiful sleeping infant son.
THE END
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Angel loves to write edgy stories with dynamic characters who are on journeys of the heart. She believes in the power of the written word as much as the strength and resilience of the individual, bringing these ideas together in her fiction. She lives with her family in the United States, and when not writing can be found putting out fires of ignorance, toasting marshmallows, and enjoying s'mores.
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