30. Tori
TORI
As the sun set over the Caribbean in swaths of pink and gold, Stefan and I stood in front of our closest family and friends to renew our vows in an intimate, perfect ceremony.
It felt nothing like our first wedding. That experience had passed in a complete blur, a performance that Stefan and I had been actors in, not participants. We’d had no control over anything.
This time was different. Like Stefan had said when he got down on one knee, this time we had the chance to truly choose each other. And we had.
I held his hands as the officiant he had hired spoke the words that were music to my ears.
When it came time to repeat our promises of love and devotion, Stefan pulled out both of our wedding bands—he’d thought of everything.
“There never were any loose stones, were there?” I teased.
“I may have arranged for my jeweler to intentionally mislead you,” he admitted, grinning.
“What a sneak,” I said.
He held out my ring to me. “Look on the inside.”
I did. There was a new inscription on my wedding band, as well—this one said, “I’ll always choose you.”
My eyes were stinging with tears. “I choose you, too,” I whispered.
“I love you,” Stefan said, sliding it onto my finger alongside my solitaire. “You are my everything.”
“And I love you.” I slid his ring on him, and we were pronounced man and wife. Again.
Stefan wasted no time in sweeping me into his arms, and giving me a long, deep kiss that had all of our guests cheering, except for Emzee—who put her fingers in her mouth to let out the loudest whistle I had ever heard.
Max was laughing and Anja had tears in her eyes.
She mouthed “congratulations” to me, and I nodded.
After the ceremony, we all gathered further up on the beach where a beautiful spread of food had been laid out for us under palm trees draped in twinkling lights, and a string quartet was playing just for our party.
I was so full of love and gratitude that I could barely eat, focused instead on trying to take in everything that was happening around me.
All of the people I cared about were here, together, to celebrate me and Stefan.
It meant so much to me, after all we had been through, that we could have this time together.
I watched as Michelle and Emzee and Grace talked, their heads bowed close together, no doubt discussing fashion or art, something all three of them were well-versed in.
Max was running up and down the beach, having a great time, while Anja looked on, laughing joyously.
The most surprising thing, however, was Luka.
I had fully expected him to be chatting up the many beautiful bikini-clad women that were walking along the sand, but instead, he kept close to Anja, occasionally joining Max, the two of them racing across the sand.
Luka didn’t even seem to notice the other women.
I even saw him put his hand on Anja’s lower back as he leaned closer to tell her something that had her burst out laughing.
Was there something between them that I hadn’t been aware of?
“I think I spoke too soon about Luka and Grace,” I whispered to Stefan, nudging him and gesturing in his brother’s direction. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“I’m seeing my beautiful wife,” Stefan said, tugging me out of my seat and gently pulling me back toward the sand. “Let’s walk.”
I’d have to find out about Luka and Anja some other time. Right now, I was happy to focus on my husband. The man who had made a deal with me all those months ago—a deal that had turned out to be the best deal imaginable.
We strolled along the beach, with the sound of the waves our only soundtrack. It was so beautiful here and I felt completely relaxed, completely at ease. I leaned into Stefan as we headed toward our private cabana.
My heart beat began to pick up as he unlocked the door to our room and pulled me inside. Finally, we were alone. Finally, I could do what I had been imagining all day.
He drew me into his arms and kissed me. It was like the kiss on the beach, at the wedding, but now that no one was watching, we were free to let our hands wander.
His went immediately to my ass, pulling me up against the hard bulge of his cock.
I moaned against his mouth, my own hands going down to his waist where I slipped my palms beneath his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.
Without warning, Stefan scooped me up into his arms.
“You deserve to be carried across the threshold properly,” he said.
I laughed, feeling completely giddy as he navigated into the bedroom, toward the huge, soft bed I had been so eager to sink into. Stefan laid me down before covering my body with his.
I loved the weight of him over me, the way we fit together like puzzle pieces as he settled on top of me. I spread my legs so he could settle between them and align his hips with mine, the perfect, hard ridge of his arousal grinding into me exactly where I needed it.
Yanking at his shirt, I pulled it over his head and tossed it across the room. His hands skirted up my thighs, pulling my dress up along with them. I wiggled beneath him, and with a single smooth tug, my dress was up and over my head, leaving me in just my underwear
“You’re beautiful,” Stefan murmured, his hands stroking my naked skin.
All I was wearing was a tiny satin thong and matching bra. Stefan made quick work of both and then pulled my head back so he could kiss and bite and lick his way down my neck before heading even lower south.
I moaned as his mouth found my nipples and he began to tease them with hot flicks of his tongue. My hips writhed against the bed and I gasped with needing him so badly.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded between breaths. “I want you.”
Stefan lifted his head and gave me a naughty look.
“I’m yours, kitty cat,” he murmured, and heat spread through my body.
He knew exactly what that nickname did to me and I knew he did it on purpose. Leaning back, he undressed quickly and then settled back on top of me. I loved the feel of his bare skin against mine, hot and smooth and sleek.
His hand moved between my thighs and I opened for him easily.
“You’re soaking wet,” he said, giving me a dirty smirk.
“I’m ready,” I told him, pulling his lips to mine and kissing him deeply.
His thumb found my clit immediately, tracing soft circles around the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” I moaned.
As his tongue thrusted harder against mine, he began to stroke me in a matching rhythm, just the way I liked.
Then he slipped another finger inside me, and then another.
I gasped, grinding faster and faster against him as he skillfully fucked me with his fingers, the release I desired just agonizingly out of reach.
“Harder,” I begged. “Harder. Harder.”
I felt him smile against my mouth as he obliged. He was stretching me in the most delicious way, his hand moving faster, his fingers stroking deeper. It felt so good, so right, and as he bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, my body crested the wave.
The orgasm hit me hard, radiating from my center in shockwaves, and I arched on the bed as I moaned Stefan’s name.
“I can’t hold back,” Stefan growled, moving between my thighs.
“Wait,” I gasped, and before he could thrust into me, I placed my hands on his face. “I have to tell you something.”
He lifted a brow, his mouth turned up in a curious smile. “I thought I was the one who had all the surprises today.”
“Just one more,” I said, barely able to concentrate as he pressed the head of his cock against my seam. “Do you remember how we talked about maybe…trying to start a family?”
“Yes…” He’d gone still, and for a moment I was afraid I’d said the wrong thing.
“Well, I—” I took a deep breath. “I stopped taking my birth control. So we can start trying. I mean, if that’s something you still want.”
Stefan was so quiet that I started to think I’d made a huge mistake, that I should have consulted with him first, that I might have just ruined our second wedding night.
But then he cupped my cheek gently, and the expression I saw on his face nearly stopped my heart.
It was full of such tenderness and love that it took my breath away.
“Yes,” he said, leaning down to kiss me deeply. “God yes, I want that. A family. With you.”
“Maybe we’ll have a honeymoon baby,” I said, smiling at him as relief washed over me. “Well, a second-honeymoon baby.”
His smile turned wicked. “I guess we’d better get started then, huh?”
He was pressing into me again and I shivered with anticipation.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, please.”
With one deep thrust, he plunged completely inside of me, deep and strong. It felt like we were one person, like we were completely, utterly connected.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” Stefan moaned as he pulled back slowly before slamming into me again.
“Give it to me,” I moaned, knowing he loved it when I begged. “Don’t hold back.”
Gripping my hips, Stefan rolled over and pulled me on top of him, forcing me back and forth over his cock.
I cried out with the pleasure he gave me, letting him use me, loving the way he fucked me roughly.
Once I picked up the rhythm, I leaned back so he could get a full view of my breasts bouncing as I met each hard thrust with my own.
Both of us were gasping for air, reveling in the connection of our bodies.
For a while I lost myself in it, closing my eyes and letting the pleasure overtake me.
“Fuck yes,” I panted over and over. “Fuck me, Stefan.”
When I started to feel myself get close I looked back at him and we locked eyes.
A fresh wave of desire crashed through me knowing that he was watching me lose control, watching me get off on his cock.
I leaned over him and gripped his shoulders for support, riding him harder, faster, wanting more of him. Wanting all of him.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
Without warning, he shifted me so I was on my hands and knees. Then he moved behind me and ran his hand down the length of my spine before delivering a sharp, perfect slap to my ass. It stung in just the right way. He did it once more, and then drove his cock hard into me.
“Perfect,” he was groaning with each thrust. “Perfect, you’re fucking perfect.”
I gripped the bedsheets in my fists as he took me hard, his cock pumping into me, back and forth, faster and faster, feeling so good I could only moan wordlessly into the pillow. As I did, I felt his thumb against my asshole, pressing, stroking.
“Yes,” I cried, loving the sensation.
He shoved his thumb inside of me, all the way, until I was full—my pussy and my asshole completely owned by him. I pushed back against him, wanting more, wanting it all. He gave me everything I wanted, everything I needed, his body claiming mine now and forever.
There was only this—there was only us.
I felt my orgasm building, even stronger and more intense than before. Sparks were twisting inside of me, something deep in my core going taut and white-hot, and Stefan was fucking me even harder now, groaning as he started to reach the edge.
“I love you,” he gasped.
Suddenly my release hit me in a hot wave, and I cried out breathlessly, my whole body vibrating as I climaxed.
My pussy clamped around his cock, each contraction a shockwave of delicious ecstasy slamming through me, and I felt him lose control as I moaned his name.
He thrust once more, deep, his fingers digging hard into my hips, and with a groan he spilled hot and fast inside of me.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies completely spent. Stefan gathered me into his arms, our limbs entangled. “I can’t wait for what’s next,” I murmured. “I want to be with you always.”
“Then let’s make that happen.” He held out his hand to me. “Is it a deal?”
It was exactly like it had been the first time we met. I took his hand in mine.
“Deal,” I told him, knowing that this was one deal I’d never regret.