12. Here Cums the Bride #2
“I’m good. So happy for you.” If she was trying to act unbothered, she was doing a terrible job. The girl had been looking off into space like she was about to burst into tears all night.
“Stash, just tell me what’s wrong.” I tried again.
“I just don’t want things to change,” she said softly. “You seem like you’re happy with him, but you’re changing, Des. I guess I’m just wondering where I fit into your new life.” My heart softened and I felt bad about all the times I found myself getting annoyed with her over the last few weeks.
“Stash, you fit in where you always have. As my best friend. What do you mean?” Since we sat next to each other in Mrs. Pope’s fifth grade English class, Stasha had gone through everything with me. No matter how different our choices were, I could never leave her behind.
“You mean that?” she asked softly?
“Of course.” I promised.
A few hours later, I was still having the time of my life, Eden force fed me multiple shots.
Brick kept having drinks dropped off to me every time my glass got low and telling me how edible I looked.
I wasn’t sloppy drunk, but I was one Lemon Drop away from hopping on the mic and giving my best Lil’ Kim impression.
One of the highlights of the night had to be when Stasha accidentally caught the bouquet.
Kilo ended up catching the garter, and naturally, wound up giving her a lap dance that put Big Dick Draco’s to shame.
The pair disappeared immediately after that and had yet to resurface.
I guess that was the point where my parents decided they had enough because after a hushed argument, Daddy came over to tell me they were leaving.
No congratulations, hugs, or well wishes, just a judgmental look at my dress before they hurried out the door.
“Come dance with a nigga,” Brick said as he walked up.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck which made me sway on my feet.
He and Eden were on Destiny Duty all night, because every time I had a free moment, one of them was whisking me away to do some foolery.
I knew I would be threatening them to delete some of the pictures and videos they took of the shenanigans.
“I don’t dance like that,” I said, laughing at the slight slur in his words and the way his eyes lowered. He didn’t usually drink that much, but he had clearly had his fair share of libations that night as well.
“Well you about to… Come put this ass on your husband, baby. I don’t even care if you come out here and praise dance for a nigga.” He didn’t give me a chance to protest as he pulled me out to the dance floor, turned me around, and started dancing on me from behind.
“Brick, please!” I yelled through laughter as he danced in circles around me, his normally too cool demeanor nowhere to be found. I caved and started dancing with him, off beat I’m sure, but I didn’t even care. It felt so good to just be, have fun, and grind on my husband with no fear of judgement.
“I can’t wait to taste that pussy tonight,” he growled in my ear as he held me tight and we swayed to the music. My eyes widened in shock while my body completely melted into his.
“I thought you didn’t do that?” I asked. Through further late night conversations, he revealed to me that he had only done that with the one girl who left him, years ago. I hadn’t even considered the possibility.
“I ain’t never been married before either.
I fully intend on turning you inside out tonight.
” His promises sent heat straight down between my legs.
I almost grabbed the mic from the DJ to shut it down right then, but I saw how much fun everyone was having, so I decided to suffer through it for just a little longer.
* * *
“Welcome home,” my husband said as he opened the door to his house.
I just smiled as I took in my new place of residence.
The last time I came over, it was dark, in the middle of the night, and I was too busy trying to get rid of my virginity to notice how nice it was.
I could tell that Kalida either helped him decorate or passed down her style to him.
Everything was clean, sleek, and had that cozy element to it just like her home.
Large ceilings with huge windows framed the space, and every piece of furniture or decor looked handpicked to compliment him impeccably.
I didn’t have much time for the tour, because the moment we were inside the house, I felt myself being ushered to the sofa.
“Lay back,” he growled, voice low and commanding as he pushed me down on his huge sectional. His tux jacket and bow tie had disappeared long ago, and he stepped forward while unbuttoning his shirt quickly.
“W-What are you doing?” I asked, doing my best to scoot back on the couch.
“Exactly what I told you,” he said. “I don’t want that pressure of sex on you tonight, but when I said I was ending the night in this pussy, I meant that shit.”
He tugged at my dress, pushing away the layers of the dress as I continued to try my best to push myself back away from him.
The multiple layers of fabric on the skirt made both of our tasks twice as difficult.
I watched his head pop up from under the skirt as he looked up at me and sighed in frustration.
“What is it, Peep?” he asked.
“I just… We been dancing and moving all night… Maybe I should shower?” I asked nervously.
“Girl, you’re my fucking wife. I don’t give a fuck about this sweaty pussy!” He stuffed his head back under my skirt and I kicked him for playing too much, then clamped my thighs together.
“Destiny,” he fussed as he withdrew his head once again. “What, girl?”
“I wanna shower,” I said, frowning down at him. He sucked his teeth and leaned back on the couch.
“Fine. Hurry up, though… and don’t even think of putting no panties on. Especially not them big muhfuckas you like. You remember where the bedroom is?”
“I-… I’m gonna be in your bedroom?” I asked, gathering my dress and standing up from the couch.
“You my wife ain’t you, Mrs. West? Hurry up!
” The way he was so annoyed and impatient but also respected my wishes was cute.
I made my way to his bedroom and gasped when I hit the door.
It was completely different than the last time I came over, and I could tell that he had the entire thing refurnished and decorated to reflect a husband and wife, instead of a bachelor.
The mini hallway broke off into two massive closets, mine had a vanity, and a whole new wardrobe with accessories and shoes in addition to the things that I had brought over by the movers.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself as I quickly inventoried all the new items. Unlike the last time he bought me clothes, every item was picked out to reflect my emerging new style.
Even the things that I wouldn’t have necessarily picked out for myself were things that I would happily wear to switch up my looks. He was a quick learner.
“Now I have to give him some,” I whispered to myself. I made my way to the huge bathroom, gawking at the beautiful walk-in shower and tub big enough to fit our entire bridal party. After turning on the shower, I picked up my phone and called my sister.
“Girl, this better be good! I just got to my room and the photographer is about to show me his long lens.” The laugh I let out broke through my nerves a little, and I got right to the point so she could get back to her post-wedding festivities.
“I just… I’m at the house with Brick, and he wants to go down on me,” I said, whispering the nasty part.
“Okay… Is that a bad thing?” she asked.
“No, but you know I’ve never done this! What am I supposed to do?”
“You lay back, open your legs, get your coochie ate, and cum, Destiny! He does all the work! Jesus girl, you did all that talkin’ about saving yourself for marriage. You’re married! Go put that pussy on your husband’s face!”
“Fine,” I muttered, sucking it up. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Have fun.”
“No, you have fun,” she said before quickly hanging up.
I knew she would cuss me out, and that was exactly why I called her.
I stripped down out of my dress, wrapped my hair, and took a long shower with the multiple body products he had the bathroom stocked with.
Eden had already held me down while some unknown woman waxed me earlier that week, so that was one less thing I had to worry about.
I must have taken a bit too long because by the time I had brushed my teeth and was starting to put lotion on, Brick was walking into the bathroom wearing only a pair of shorts.
We had messed around before, so I had snuck a feel or two, but the sight of him half naked had me unable to tear my eyes away.
“I-I wasn’t ready,” I said, stumbling over my words as my eyes lingered over his tattooed torso.
“You were taking too long.”
“Brick, I’m not dressed.” I nervously clutched my towel around my body and backed away from him. He quickly closed in on me, but not with his usual playful or cocky demeanor. He was dead serious and soft as ever as he gently pulled me to him by my waist.
“Destiny, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not gon’ do anything you don’t want me to do.
If you say stop, I stop. No questions asked or hard feelings.
I know you’re nervous, but the only way to get past that is to go through it.
Tonight is all about you, babe. I don’t need you to do shit but let me make you feel good.
Can you let me do that for you?” he asked before placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Yes,” I whispered back. Next came a sweet kiss to my lips.
“Come on,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me back to our room where he had the bedding turned down and soft music playing. When we got to the bed, he stood in front of me with a calming expression.
“Whenever you’re ready, Baby. You control the pace. You tell me what feels good, okay.”
I nodded, making eye contact with him as I slowly slid the towel from my body.