Chapter 17 #2
When I take as much of him as I can and his tip knocks at the back of my throat, a low, sexy, almost pained groan falls from his lips before he groans, “Damn, bae.” Pleased at his reaction, I pull him out of my mouth then smirk.
My tongue runs up the length of him then I take him back into my mouth.
Under the raining shower, I suck and please him until both of his hands are gripping my head, his dick throbs in my mouth, and he moans my name.
“Fuck, Mireya.” When I pop his dick out again and give his balls some attention, he grabs the side of my face.
“Damn, bae. Stop! Stop! Stop!” he pleads.
Shaking his head, he adds, “I need to feel you before I bust.”
Wanting to most definitely feel him, I start to rise and he helps.
The moment I’m upright, he pulls me into his firm body and kisses the soul out of mine, walking us to the shower wall.
When my back is against it, he lifts my right leg, cuffs it over his arm, and enters me slowly.
On contact, I moan from the pleasure and practically melt into the wall.
Our connection is so palpable that I feel it and him before he even touches me, but when he enters me…
oh my god! The feeling is indescribable.
“Shit,” I hiss as he fills me. With slow, long, and deep thrusts, he rocks me through an explosive orgasm and words I can’t decipher flow from my lips.
“Fuck,” he grits a minute later as he releases too.
Our lips collide, and through heightened breaths, we kiss passionately.
“Why is your pussy so damn good?” he asks when our lips part and I only smile.
He’s not expecting an answer. When he eases out of me, I instantly feel the disconnect and my smile drops.
Smirking, he says, “Shower, so I can lay you on my bed and eat you until you fall asleep.” Instantaneously, my lips curl back up.
“I like that,” I admit.
Together, we shower, touching and helping each other. Once out, we take turns drying each other. Then, true to his word, he takes me to his bed, spreads my legs, and buries his face between them. With his warm tongue, soft lips, and skillful fingers, he brings me to two glorious orgasms.
“You need to sit down,” Giselle says sternly. “Let them finish your hair and makeup.”
“I am. I just need to call Tae and ask one more question,” I insist.
We are two hours from the wedding dinner at the winery, and for some reason, I’m a ball of nervous energy. Tae from Haute Events and her team are making their final touches and Giselle just joined me in our suite at the Blue Mountain Resort. It’s only twenty minutes from Divine Wines.
“There is nothing else to ask her. We walked through the place this morning. She’s FaceTimed you twice and you just called fifteen minutes ago.
Calm down. It’s beautiful, everything is perfect, and you need to get yourself ready.
Jae is almost done with baby girl’s hair,” she says and I smile at Niya.
She’s being so cooperative with Jae as she does her hair.
“Let DVonne do your face because you’re next. ”
“Please, sit down,” DVonne begs. “Baby, with that face, I don’t have a lot to do, but beauty still takes time.”
“Okay,” I relent while nodding.
“Then sit and let me get you a drink. You can take it down before she does your lips,” Giselle suggests.
“Perfect. That’s why I love you.” Giselle stands for my drink and I sit in the chair. I look over at Niya. “You’re looking so pretty and it’s not even done yet,” I say and she blushes but she doesn’t move.
Before stepping out of the suite with his brothers, he told her to do what Jae says and she’s doing just that, not moving. She’s so excited about today and I can tell she just wants to look perfect.
Jae washed and deep conditioned Niya’s head full of hair, and now, she’s working on two strand twists.
We found a cute style on Skroll. The twists are going to be delicately woven and tied into each other, feeding into two curly puffs which will be tied with beautiful bows that match her dress. She’s going to be absolutely adorable.
Initially, this dinner was just something to do for appearances for my campaign.
But after a couple of weeks, my perspective and feelings have all changed.
I like my husband, really like him. Although things are happening quickly, it all feels natural, comfortable, and meant to be.
So this dinner is more than a show for my constituents and opponent; it’s a celebration of our union with our family and friends.
“I just opened the wine,” Giselle says when she returns with my drink.
“Wine is perfect but you’re not drinking?” I ask.
“Not until we reach the venue. I need to remain sober to keep you calm. I was given strict directions.”
“Duke? He does the damn most,” I sigh.
“Not Duke,” she says with raised eyebrows. “A higher authority.”
“Who?” I ask curiously.
“Quintus.”
Now even more curious, I sit up, to DVonne’s dismay. “Quintus? What did he say to you?” I ask and she just grins.
“Lean back and just worry about your makeup.”
When she picks up her phone and starts scrolling instead of answering me, I just suck my teeth and roll my eyes. I also down half my wine and lean back because DVonne is shading me with her eyes.
After closing my eyes, I utter, “Well, can you at least see where Alex and Kyrah are?”
“Already done. Kyrah is leaving her house in thirty and Alex is on her way now. She’s going straight to the winery to be your final eyes and ears there.”
“Oh good,” I sigh, relieved knowing Alex is going to the winery. She’s a perfectionist. Between her, Duke, and Tae I don’t have to stress anymore.
“Lift your head a little more,” DVonne whispers and I comply.
“You know we forever have you,” Giselle says.
“I know.” I beam.
“Mireya,” Niya calls out in a soft voice.
“Yes, baby?”
“I gotta pee,” she says.
“Oh, okay,” I say and try to sit up, but Giselle stops me.
“I got her. Stop moving,” Giselle says.
“She can go by herself. Just make sure she?—”
“I said I got her. Stop talking. Stop moving and just let DVonne work her damn magic,” Giselle insists.
“Pleeeaasse!” DVonne hisses.
“Okay,” I relent.
Giselle takes care of Niya and I relax into my chair and let DVonne work.
By the time she’s beat my face to the gods, Jae’s done with Niya’s hair.
She looks like a little Nubian princess.
While Jae does my hair, Niya eats a small snack.
We’ve been nonstop all day and she hasn’t eaten since our early lunch.
Because dinner is soon, I simply order a bowl of berries and yogurt for her.
Right around six, we are dressed, looking pretty, and on the elevator heading to the lobby to meet Quintus, his brothers, and his parents.
We hired a large Sprinter to comfortably take us to Divine Wines.
When the elevator stops and opens on the ninth floor, it’s Quintus and Shiro on the other side, both looking handsome in all-black suits.
However, my husband looks too damn good.
He can wear anything, but him in a tailored suit is pure-fucking-perfection. He’s so fine.
“Wow,” Quintus utters. “Damn.” The expression on his handsome face is pure adoration and it warms me all over and causes Niya to giggle.
“Bruh, the do’ ’bout to close,” Shiro says as he slaps Quintus on his shoulder.
They walk on and Quintus leans down and pinches Niya’s chin. “Look at my little princess. You look so pretty,” he gushes and she giggles more.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she gushes.
Then he stands upright, steps toward me, and as if we are the only ones in the elevator car, he pulls me into him and plants a soft kiss on the side of my neck. “You look so damn gorgeous,” he utters in my ear. He kisses my neck again, then my lips, claiming them passionately.