Happily Ever After, page 7
Cabernet Sauvignon to the dark chocolate and raspberry cake accompanied by music that she prefers.
With things set, waiting is all that’s left to do. However, when you have a plan that will jumpstart a major life event, waiting becomes infinitely harder.
After what feels like a lifetime, the cabin’s door opens and Ayesha enters.
Despite her slightly red eyes and somber mood, I can’t help but find her to be the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid my eyes on.
“I know I’ve made a terrible mistake. And that I have really hurt you. But please know that it was never intentional. If you’ll listen, I‘ll explain everything,” I say as she looks at me.
The silence stretches between the two of us and I feel more nervous than the first time that I faced a room full of future investors. Then she walks towards me.
“Start talking,” she says, voice devoid of emotion, eyes guarded and yet full of hope.
I lead her towards the balcony while Ayesha looks at me curiously. When she finally sees the balcony, her eyes widen in surprise before looking at me, guards lowering.
“I was thinking we could do this over dinner?” I ask.
* * *
Ayesha nods and I help her settle on her seat. Sitting in front of her, I notice her eyes still trained on me, not even caring for the food. Silence settles between us again before I realize that Ayesha is waiting for my explanation.
“I know that you know this already, but Brilliance’s bankruptcy is a hoax. We created that plan with only very few people knowing. With my family the way it is, trust was not exactly a commodity that I could freely give away. So once it was in motion, I had to play the part to make sure that is believable on all angles.
“Your participation in all this was not something that I expected. I have never planned to lead you on nor betray your trust. To be honest, I have never even expected for you to get involved.
“But then, you came to my place and offered me things that I have never expected from you but you freely gave. You’ve shown me a part of you that you’ve never shown to the world and it intrigued me.” I place my hand on top of hers as tears gloss her eyes.
“So I want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I lied to you or that I made you feel like I couldn’t trust you. I have no excuse for that. But I want you to know that I trust you and I care for you.”
Ayesha’s tears run down her cheeks as the last of her guards crumble down and I know that I’m forgiven even if she doesn’t say the words. I reach out to her to wipe away her tears as she finally smiles at me.
“Before we eat, I have a proposal for you,” I say as she wipes the last of her tears.
“The Ayesha that you’ve shown me, the one who wore her heart on her sleeve, who loved freely and cared too deeply, I don’t just care for that girl.”
Ayesha’s eyes furrow at that when the musicians that Charlie hired steps into view and plays a soft melody. I see more questions pop in her head as she stands confused. I follow suit and stand in front of her, holding her hands in mine.
“Ayesha, you’ve shown me and made me feel things that I never thought I’d see or feel. You made me feel loved and cared for. And little by little, I started caring for you. And now I care for you so much that I don’t think I could live my life without you by my side.”
“What are you...” Ayesha’s question trails off as I kneel in front of her.
“What I’m trying to say is...I love you, Ayesha Merlot. Will you marry me?” And I raise the ring that I have prepared for her.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you,” Ayesha replies before the tears fall.
I smile and place the ring on her finger before hugging her. Despite the tears pouring out from her eyes, I don’t feel bad anymore. Since I know they’re happy tears. Because as I look at the love of my life, all I can see is our love for each other reflected in our eyes.
Nineteen
Ayesha
This must be heaven on Earth…
I try to stop my tears from flowing as I walk down the aisle. Before, this situation was only in my imagination.
My hands are trembling as I reach out to Tatum's hand. His smile makes everything pale into comparison.
I can barely hear the beating of my heart as my world centers on him. He's all I can see.
I smile, and my tears drip as joy takes over my whole being.
"You're wonderful," he murmurs in my ear. We gaze at each other's eyes, and it feels like time stops for a moment.
Our love was so hard to find...but now we're together, reading our vows in front of God and promising our lives together.
The priest starts the ceremony. It's very solemn, and everything seems so ethereal. The ceremony flies by so fast; I just go along with it.
I haven't soaked in the fact that I'm now married to the love of my life. I don't even dare to blink for fear that everything will disappear like a puff of smoke.
The voice of the priest shakes me out of my reverie, and all I can see is Tatum's face magnified in front of me.
His lips are closing on mine, and I happily accept. I raise my head, meeting his kiss with mine.
Our lips lock in a moment of love, sealing us together for a lifetime...and whatever's beyond.
"I love you," he whispers against my lips. The clapping and cheering of our family and friends break our moment.
I smile, feeling like the happiest woman alive. Tatum Langris is now officially my husband, and I'm now his wife.
Tatum slowly takes off my gown, stripping me down to my lingerie. I hold my breath as I feel his touch lingering on my naked back.
"Perfect!" Tatum caresses my spine. I gasp, it's tingling down to my core.
Goosebumps explode all over my skin, feeling like electrical sparks are running wild all over me.
My back arches and my knees grow weaker with each second. I almost slump on the floor. Fortunately, Tatum holds me up.
"Tatum…" I moan, feeling like I'm about to melt. "Take me…love me...make me yours officially…"
"Yes," Tatum carries me on the bed, putting me over it gently. My eyes roam all over his body; he's still wearing his white tux.
He looks very handsome. It's a pity to take it off.
Tatum takes off his coat, and I lean on my arms. My eyes are fixated on him. I can't help but marvel at the beauty of his physique.
Every contour looks so perfect, so manly. Tatum's the epitome of sexiness.
His clothes disappear one by one, tempting me with each piece taken off.
I've seen him naked, but this is different. This is our wedding night, my blood sings in anticipation as to what's going to happen.
Finally, he's naked, standing in front of me in all his glory. I'm amazed.
Every time I see him like this, I can't help but think I'm so fortunate to have a man as perfect as him marry me.
He loves me back. It's all that matters, right?
Tatum slowly takes off my lingerie, one lace at a time. His fingers linger on my skin; every part of me becomes an erogenous zone with his every touch.
"I love you," I whisper in his ears as my hands grasp his hair. My toes curl when his lips suck on my nipples, it hardens.
His questing hands found my other one, and he fondles it lovingly. My body undulates, offering myself up to him.
Tatum's lips touch my stomach, and he moves even lower. His tongue grazes against my navel while his hands cup my ass.
* * *
My knees curl. I try to close my legs when I feel Tatum's lips an inch above...my cunt. The pleasure is beyond this world.
I can only trash on the bed. My hands look somewhere to hold on to. I found the headboard, so I grip it like my life's on the line.
"Oh, God!" A shrill scream ensues from my mouth when Tatum latches on my clit. He plays it with his tongue while his fingers are moving in my pussy at the same rhythm.
"God!" I whimper, tired of shouting so much. Tatum starts caressing my inner thighs, his nails scratching me.
It's adding to the stimulation, and goosebumps appear all over my skin. My nerves stretch taut with pleasure, feeling like they're going to snap any time, and I'll go on the deep end.
There is no turning back for me. I'm ruined for anyone else. My husband owns me entirely.
"Oh...Tatum…" I whisper like a mantra. He's the answer to my fervent prayers I've asked for almost my whole life.
"Ayesha…" I like the sound of my name from his mouth.
"Oh...Tatum!" I shout when his fingers speed up. "God! Oh!"
"Yes," Tatum bites his lips. "Come for me, my wife."
"Oh!" As if I hear the order from my master, my body shivers, and my honey gushes abundantly from my pussy.
Tatum drinks everything, cleaning me. I just came, it's making me extra sensitive. I almost kick him away.
He appears from in between my legs, his lips glistening with my juices. He slowly moves up and kisses my lips passionately.
I can taste my honey from Tatum's lips. I gasp when his tongue plunges in. At the same time, his cock thrusts in me.
"Oh, Tatum!" I yell as my nails dig on his ass. He raises my legs and places it on his shoulders. Then, he speeds up.
"Ayesha…" he keeps calling my name, over and over again. "Oh...you feel so good, my wife."
* * *
Tears drip from my eyes as I cry in happiness. I feel like I have fulfilled all my dreams with my man with me...in me.
I feel incredibly emotional.
"Cry no more, baby," Tatum says as he kisses my eyes and licks my tears away. His hips are moving faster and deeper.
His thrusts are driving harder each time, the bed's rocking.
"Oh...Yes..please... I'm coming!" I shout as I cling to Tatum for dear life. My orgasm is earth-shattering. It's out of this world.
Tatum roars in rapture, too.
I gulp for air, I'm still breathless and haven't come down from my high. Tatum hugs me tightly as he rolls over to the side.
I can feel his cum trailing out of me, so I clench my legs.
I want his baby...his kids...
He kisses me on the lips.
"Hello, Mrs.," he tells me lovingly.
"Hello, Mr.," I reply. Tatum is my forever, and no one can change it.
My husband, my heart.
Tyla Walker, Happily Ever After
