Engagement naughtiness
I sense Aaron's hawk like glare falling on the side of my face. He was wearing only the shirt for now, the scorching May weather must be messing with him. His coat was hanging on his forearm, whilst I walked around the podium and see him come in the direction where I will be sitting on the left, as the main guest of the event.
Soon, the priest walks in and the ceremony commences. The priest does whatever was beneficial to the couple, religiously. He sprinkles holy water from the mud pot on their intertwined hands.
"Please bring the rings." Says the priest. The helpers hand each of them the other one's ring, Charlie was blushing as if he was on his honeymoon. I laugh in my palms, trying not to disturb the silence of the audience.
"He's so cute being the groom." Says Aaron.
"Can't agree more. But mind you, I'm still right here. You're not supposed to call anyone else cute." I warn my lover. Out of the blue, Aaron places his thick and veiny hand on my thigh which was exposed a little from the A-line dress. I take a deep breath and hold it in, I look over to his direction from my periphery, but he was quietly looking at the two to-be husbands in front of himself.
He is so going to pay for this.
We were handed white roses each as we throw them towards the podium, careful not to poke into their eyes, hence ruining the day.
After they've exchanged their beautiful gold rings, they call forth us special guests to have a picture together. Aaron, myself and their parents take a picture together.
Sooner or later, as the evening came closer, we serve ourselves plate fulls of food and occupy a table exclusively for ourselves.
The chatter that goes on was mostly teasing each other. Charlie said he almost cried when Gerroto put the ring on his finger with shaky hands. I pat him on the back, "You kept your cool there on stage. Well done. You would've looked so ugly with your crying face."
"Bitch, you better not taunt me now. And who the hell told you to steal my show! Jeez, I saw the photos and you were Glowing!" He exclaims as I turn to Aaron.
"Y-yeah! I was, wasn't I!?" I chuckle with him, a little nervously though.
When we were at the photoshoot, Aaron pulled me by my waist towards himself. I quickly looked at him, because I thought he was just joking when he pulled me like that. But no. His intention was to claim me as his for the photos. The paper prints shall declare to the world of his love for me, for decades and longer.
Hence... I was blushing.
Aaron looks down at his plate, playing with his food. Suddenly, the world was going slower than usual between us. I tilt my head to the side, admiring his sexy slick back hair and shaved face. He was glowing, glowing like pearls on a newlywed woman in honeymoon.
Without my knowledge, I was blushing again.
"Girl, you need to see a doctor. Maybe they'll help you with you lovesick-ness." Gerroto and Aaron laugh along with Charlie as I kick his foot under the table.
"Jeez... stop."
****
"Ah! Ah, fuck yes! Oh yes! Right there, daddy!"
Our loud breathing and moans weren't being contained in the bathroom. There was a large mirror for this exclusive hotel. I would be damned if I shattered the glass behind me. But boy, was I enjoying him banging me against the tall mirror attached to the wall.
Our wet bodies were slipping away from each other, I tap on his shoulder to put me down, where I was instantly turned around and pounded again.
I look up and see our bodies in the front. I smile at the scene, he was truly enjoying himself in me.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ravine..." he whispers, the sound of the overflowing tub as the background.
"I don't have words to explain how hot you look right now, handsome." I respond to his words. He smiles brightly, turning me around and moving towards the plain wall.
He holds my jaw, attacking my lips. I was struggling to keep up with his savage pace of lip movements. Eventually, I caught up. He spreads my legs as he enters into me again, I feel a shudder which amuses him.
"I love you, angel." He says, panting as he releases my face. I hold his face in my two little hands and peck his nose, "I love you too, my dark knight."
The whole evening was just about us.
Catching up with our one week of buried away sex life with various positions all over the hotel room.
At night, we make our way to the terrace again. He sits on the bench as I place the glass of wine beside him. I make myself at home on his lap, nuzzling into his warmth against the cold breeze of the night.
His arm wraps securely around me. Suddenly, he felt the need to speak about something with me.
"Baby girl," he starts, "I want you to tell me everything I need to know from now. Alright?" He says. With a confused smile, I ask him why he suddenly was talking about this.
"I don't wanna hear things about you from others. Not the bad part of your past at least, the good ones I'll hear. Open up to me, will you? I'm as plain as a new book with you, I beg you to be the same with me." He says.
I look into his deep eyes, the moon-blue light making me want to dive into the forbidden oceans of his love and keep swimming in his eyes for the rest of my life. My own reflections were in his two orbs, suddenly, I feel my eyes tingling with wetness.
"Yes, sir." I say softly, kissing his cheek.
I should keep in mind to open up about myself to him, if not, he won't trust me in the long run and that will affect our beautiful relationship.
