28. Leora
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Leora
T he first time I got married it was a whirlwind of people and chaos. It was a beautiful day, filled with the energy and noise of a thousand people - the second time I got married was very different.
I wake up in the beach villa alone, wondering where Masaccio has disappeared to.
I call his name, but there is no answer.
“Mas?” I wonder if he went for a run on the beach?
Getting out of bed, missing him already, I make myself a coffee and step out onto the front deck, watching the ocean.
A young girl walks up to me, carrying a big bag. She is grinning and has a bright look in her eyes.
“Leora - it’s time to get ready.”
She walks up the steps onto my deck.
“I’m sorry - who are you?” I ask in confusion.
“Masaccio is waiting for you. I am here to help you get ready.”
She is pushy and bossy when she ushers me back into the villa, dropping the bag onto the sofa.
“Go shower and I will set it all up.”
“Um - ok.” I reply, completely confused about what is going on. But now that I know Masaccio is behind this, I’m feeling excited as well.
I shower. Luckily, I washed my hair the night before.
When I come back into the main area of the villa, the girl is standing there holding the most gorgeous lace white dress. Soft fabric that flows right down to the floor. Thin, delicate layers that will dance in the breeze.
“Is that?” I step forward and run my fingers along the lace patterns.
“It is your wedding dress.” She smiles.
It takes me under an hour to get ready.
She curls my hair and braids it in a big loose braid down my back, pinning white flowers in all the way down and then placing a halo of white flowers on top. My make up is light, soft and natural. I am not even wearing shoes.
She gives me a single white lily to carry.
“You are ready.” She pushes me towards the long mirror and staring at myself in the reflection I feel a lump forming in my throat.
I know I felt happy the first time I married Masaccio. I know I felt beautiful.
But nothing compares to what I feel right now.
The subtle, yet elegantly romantic style of this dress, the flowers dripping through my hair - the red rose ring on my finger.
My heart is so happy it feels like it might explode.
“Come on. It’s time to go.” She pulls the door open and ushers me out of the villa.
I can’t stop smiling.
“You will follow this pathway,” she points to a roped path, white, and red flowers threaded along the rope strung from pole to pole.
I turn to thank her, but she is already gone.
It is about no one else but us.
My smile is glowing as I follow the flowers towards where Masaccio is waiting on the beach.
He is standing barefoot at the edge of the water, the waters lapping at his feet, beneath a gorgeous pergola dripping with flowers.
Next to him is the man who will guide us through our vows.
With the salty ocean water kissing my feet, and my eyes locked onto my husband, I listen to the personal vows he has prepared just for me.
My heart is growing, warm and full of love for this man. I cannot get enough of him.
I want to wrap my arms around him and kiss him for an eternity.
But I wait. I let each moment of this beautiful ceremony etch itself into my memory because I want to recall it when I am old, wrinkled and lying next to Masaccio in bed each morning.
I want this to last forever.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
The wind stirs my dress as I step closer to him.
He wraps his arm around my waist and dips me backwards as his lips press into mine.
I can smell the ocean, and his cologne. I can feel the heat of his body and the warmth of the sunshine. I can feel each beat of his heart against my chest.
His kiss is tender, but passionate. A kiss that will stay on my lips for all eternity. Just as he will stay in my heart.
When the ceremony is over the man leaves, and we stand alone under the flower pergola.
“Leora, I have bought that little villa. It’s small, not what I would usually choose - but it means more to me than any other property I have ever bought because it is where we truly fell in love.”
I shake my head and say. “You are crazy Masaccio.” I giggle at his expression.
“We can come here whenever you want. And yes, I am crazy - crazy in love with you.”
“Just as long as you know our love is not in a villa, or on a beach. I carry my love for you in my heart. It will always be there. No matter where in the world we travel. Who we meet. Where we sleep at night - my love for you is with me always.”
“I know, little kitten. My love for you reaches to the edge of our universe - and then still goes beyond that. That is why words aren’t enough to explain it. But I do want us to have a special place where we can visit - and even renew our vows every time we come here. Because I will marry you a thousand times across a thousand years. I love you - and I will always choose you, Leora.”
He lifts me in his arms and carries me back to our villa.
He sits on the edge of the bed, and I climb onto his lap, pulling my wedding dress up over my hips.
I rock myself against him, feeling how hard his cock is.
I want him, more than I have ever wanted him before.
He pulls his pants open and frees his massive cock. Then he grabs my panties and tears them off me.
Sliding his cock inside me taunting me with the pleasure of it.
Then we rock together, moving like the ocean, back and forth with his hands on my hips and mine around his neck. I stare into his eyes and feel myself being pulled into deep pools of love.
His cock throbs inside me and my pussy begs for more. I want him to move faster, I want him to push deeper - but he doesn’t. He continues his slow and steady thrusts, pushing and pulling my hips as I sit with my legs spread wide over his lap.
The pleasure builds, slowly, more intensely than I ever thought it could. Masaccio growls a deep, vibrating sounds that rumbles against me.
He is fighting for control. Fighting to keep his rhythm steady.
I giggle, thrusting my hips a little faster and he moans.
I think it’s my turn to take control.
I wrap my fingers over his shoulders, holding onto him as I rock my hips faster, thrusting hard against him and pressing my weight down onto his cock so that he is buried all the way inside me.
He stops trying to control my movements, giving in to how incredible it feels.
I thrust forward and pull back and his cock slides in and out of me.
I cry out with each movement.
I can feel him getting harder by the second and my pussy is pulsing over his cock.
I can barely hold myself together. My entire body is shaking.
He grabs my hips, lifting me slightly, and starts fucking me so hard that I have to hold on even tighter.
His cock slams into me, over and over again. Until I am blinded by pleasure.
I throw my head back and scream his name as the tidal wave of my orgasm rocks through my body like a storm. It surges through me repeatedly.
Then I feel him explode inside me, gripping me tightly against him so he can push deep into me.
He collapses backwards onto the bed, pulling me with him.
We are both panting. Grinning and glowing with sweat.
He laughs and I know that laugh - full of mischief.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me out of the villa door, onto the sand - and right into the bright clear blue water of the ocean. In my wedding dress. I scream and pretend to fight against him - not that I could if I tried - and besides - the water feels incredible.
Floating in his arms in the salty sea. He pulls me against him and kisses me again.
“I love you, little kitten.” He whispers.
“I love you, Masaccio. My husband.”