Page 57 of Betrothed To Love

“Oh really?”

“It’s just too elaborate to explain. Just trust me.” He smiles then looks down at me. “Turn around so I can unzip this. I’m ready for the shower,” he says and I comply without any second thought.

I’m ready too.

While I ease out of my wide legged romper, he removes his clothes too. When we are both completely nude, he pulls me into his fine, muscular frame.

“You see how you feel next to me? Why the hell would I want clothes in my bed?” he asks.

“You definitely have a point,” I agree with a smile. My body on his feels undeniably incredible. His point is made.

“Good. Now let me wash your fine ass.”

He winks then pinches my ass before leading me into his beautiful shower. He starts the rain shower on his side then shows me how to set my temperature and start mine. The opulence of the shower makes me forget all about my hair, but luckily, he takes it under consideration. Instead of hot water cascading from the massive showerhead, it spews from the wall. Several tiny showerheads that become visible when he presses start. He’s so damn intentional.

As I allow the hot water to massage my body, he washes his beautiful body. My eyes study every inch of him as he runs the bath towel over his chocolate skin. When he grabs his dick, my damn mouth waters and I swallow too damn hard. All thoughts of not getting my hair wet quickly vacate and I feel myself stepping over to him to please him.

His eyes widen then dart toward me as I place my hands on his side and kneel in front of him. Hooded and focused on me, his eyes peer into mine. Without breaking our connection, I take his semi-erect dick into my hands.

While the warm water washes away my blowout, I stroke him lightly. His stare falters a little when my thumb runs across his tip. He squints, but when my mouth covers his head, his lids close and his head drops back. One of his arms stretches and his hand palms the shower wall. The other grips my head, slightly fisting my drenched hair.

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.