Chapter 18

Adrian

The music started as Sherlock waved to the musicians who were seated in a separate row besides the guests. My heart begins to beat faster than ever as though I just came to the church after running a marathon. The priest was standing beside us reading some text in the bible.

From the other side, in front of me was my 'wife to be' the most beautiful woman in the world in an arresting white gown walking in slow steps accompanied by her father. Behind her were so many flower girls laughing, giggling so pretty and lovely between the ages of 10 - 14.

Chris appeared like a fairy with a tiara in the midst of small angels to grace my life with blessedness in the beautiful white gown. In her right hand rested a bouquet of white roses. Her lips were slightly extended in a half smile, more alluring and attractive than I have ever felt for her. Probably because she was going to be my wife, all mine in just a few minutes.

The beatitude was giving somersaults in my heart.

Every one in my family was seated in the front row along with Chris's parents and relatives. In the middle were dad and mom seated. On one side of them was Abby and Devon. On the other side was my mother, Edith with cute Laura in her pink gown bouncing on her mother's lap with her hands raised up. She probably knows her uncle is getting married and is expressing her joy by dancing her own style in Edith's lap. I wave to her and she projects her baby grin flaunting her two teeth on the top. I was feeling felicitous as I look at her. I am going to experience the same joy in just a couple of months from now.

Dad was looking at me with a proud smile. Both my moms were very happy not able to hold the smile on their faces. My bride holding her gown walks to me in cautious steps. I smile taking her hand from her dad. "Will I ever let you fall down, Cara Mia?" I whisper in a husky voice and her dad's eyes went wide discerning the subtle romance in my words. I bow reverentially to him. My right hand went around Chris waist to help her to the aisle and the left was holding her other hand.

As soon as we were beside each other my left hand automatically finds its way to her belly gently moving it on her stomach. Chris raised her head from my hand to my eyes and makes a broad smile. Without saying anything our eyes could express everything to each other. So excellent was our understanding.

The priest initiated the process. "I...

"I Adrian James Martin take you, Christina Casablanca, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God I make this vow." I declare in gladness still holding her hand in mine.

Reading my lips in her everlasting smile, Christina repeats after me in her sign language. My eyes trickle tears at her confession and hers mirrored the same to me.

Lifting her hand that rested in mine I gently slide the ring on her ring finger and she does the same. Our parents clapped for us along with other guests. I felt everything happening around me like a dream.

"With the power vested in me to God's holy law I now declare you as man and wife." The priest emphasizes. "You may now kiss the bride." Holding her face in my warm hands I pull Chris's lips to mine and kiss her with ravishment. The crowd cheers for us. There were huge clicks for photographs and the guests applaud with their blessing and best wishes.

Later there was a speech of all our family members with the best man's speech in the end. Our family and relatives threw rice grains on us as a symbol of blessing and fertility. Chris was already in a family way and I am euphoric whenever I think of the rapturous news.

It was then the ceremony of throwing the garter. Bending to my knees I slipped Chris's garter down and threw it to the crowd and the man to hold it was none other than Charles Rodriguez, Edith's brother. The crowd has so much to gossip for the blue eyed sexy Apollo, one of the tough and most successful business man in Los Angeles.

We cut the cake, had lunch and immediately proceeded for our honeymoon. Chris felt tired and slept throughout the car ride to our private air port. The privacy was already down in the car. I pulled Chris to my chest, my wife, my love, all mine now. My one hand was around her waist holding her in place and the other was feeling her erect nipples hiding inside the gown. I was literally counting the minutes to reach the bedroom of my private plane when I hear my phone ring with an unknown number flashing on the screen.

At first I wanted to ignore it but maybe it was an emergency call. I specifically instructed my staff not to disturb me during our honeymoon but if they are still calling me from a private number, the matter may be urgent. I pick the call in its third ring and say a restrained hello. "Hi Adrian, didn't store my number?" The witch asks. Fuck! I wanted to disconnect the call but the bitch is lucky. Today is my wedding day and my temper is in control. "Well you didn't invite me for your wedding but I still wanted to convey to you my wishes."

"Shut up and stay away off my life Amaira." I hiss keeping a low tone in order not to wake up my wife. "Oh sweetheart, though I do not want to, I couldn't stop myself but to give you your wedding gift? You will receive it once you come back from the honeymoon." I did not have any more patience to deal with her and I disconnected the call. As soon as we reach our private chopper's parking area, the pilot and the staff greet us.

Placing her head on my shoulder I gently pick Chris bridal style in my arms and place her gingerly on the bed. She needs to sleep off her tiredness. Physical needs can be taken care at a later time. She is mine now. I can have her whenever I please to whatever time I want. Making a decision I jack off in the toilet adjacent.

Bora-Bora's jaw dropping scenery was the tip of the iceberg – or, rather, the volcano. Newlyweds have their pick of gorgeous beaches here. I and Christina had a lot of fun time full of sex, snorkelling, shopping and also spa appointments for Chris.

After having sun bath I and Chris walk to our room hand in hand. My hands go warm on her skin, assessing every curve of her body including the huge baby bump. I pressed tender kisses all over her stomach, inching my way down to the soft mound of curls, and pleasured her in a way that she had never experienced before.

My heart danced in glee that we are soon going to be the proud parents of a cute baby and the next thing that went on was pull out her sexy bikini. She bit her lip, delighted by my undivided attention on her body. After several minutes of what I felt heaven, I kissed my way back up her stomach, lingering right below her belly button.

The baby kicked as I kissed her there. "Young man let me pleasure your mommy and don't create a problem for us here." I said to our unborn baby inviting Chris to sweet chuckles. I slipped my own shorts down and kicked them off somewhere into the sheets. My hardness and my naked body covered hers. She pulls my head to her lips and kisses me all over my face. I smooched her shoulder, her neck, then kissed her lips, a tender but heated kiss, filled with an urgency.

I was ecstatic, wanted to feel myself inside her more than I’d ever wanted to feel any woman before, but then the door bell rang. “Just a second....” I tell her rising up my index finger and covering myself in a towel, I walk to the entrance. Picking the tray of food handed over by the waiter I removed my towel after coming back to our bedroom.

"It was the room service." I tell her and stared at her rounded bottom. What a beautiful curvaceous woman my wife is! I run my hands on her soft buttocks and squeeze them. Putting away the hairs falling on her face I slipped back in on top of her without putting my weight on her belly.

I closed my eyes, briefly, and cherished the moment of me being inside her. I loved staring at her chocolate brown eyes that are my world now. They sparkled with promise and trust, a beginning of new life and a blessing of many years to come of togetherness. Her lips were warm, soft, gentle pressing against me my tongue skimmed against hers and retreated, only to find mine inside of hers again.

Something flitted and rolled inside my stomach, flowing up through my chest, and I grabbed onto her back and pulled her closer to me so that we were now flesh to flesh. My heart pulsed heavy against her as desire swept over my senses. She took me inside her with a love and passion I didn’t realize any woman was capable of on me. It wasn’t sex. It was love. I’d never realized the difference before. I’d thought I’d loved, but this was so much deeper and stronger than anything I had felt before - the bliss of marriage, the blessing of our sacred nuptial knot. I’d always thought that the act of love-making had to be hard and quick in order for the woman to experience that point of ecstasy. I’d never actually gotten to that level before with any other woman. But with Christina it is always new, like a novel beginning every day and every time that we do it.

After gratifying togetherness in long hours of love making we were hungry to death. I pull my naked wife to my lap and fed her the chicken nuggets along with meat loaf. "You should have told me love, why did you starve for so long? You are hungry and I can feel it." I softly scold her and bring the cup of milk to her lips. She makes a 'c' with her thumb and fingers, rolls it from her throat to stomach and points to me.

"You were as hungrier for me as I was for you?" I confirm what she wanted to say and she nods in a shy smile. "Oh Chris you make me go crazy." I smile, smack her lips and hug her tight.