I woke up the next morning with Jane next to me. I couldn't believe it was real. I watched her quietly breathe in and out, looked at her left hand. The platinum gleamed in the early morning light, the diamonds sparkled. I couldn't believe she'd said yes. I couldn't believe how happy I was. My chest felt warm, my heart felt light. Everything was so perfect. In three months, this beautiful woman would be my wife.
"What are you thinking about?" Jane murmured sleepily, cracking open an eye.
"You." I said, entwining my fingers with hers. "I love you." She kissed me softly. It was warm and inviting, sending a rush through me. She scooted closer to me, and deepened the kiss. I put my free hand on her knee, then slowly slid it up her thigh, over her hip, against her breast, then cupped her face. She made a quiet moaning noise. "Shh." I teased.
She looked me in the eyes, smirked, then pushed me on my back and straddled me. The next thing I knew her mouth was on mine again, hot and frantic. Her hands were in my hair, her chest was pressed to mine. I ran both my hands down her back, before grabbing her bottom and running my hands up and down her tantalizingly spread thighs.
"I want you so much." She whispered in my ear. "I'm aching for you." I moaned a little as she moved her hips against mine for a moment. "Shh." She teased. "Remember?"
Remember?
Last night came rushing back to me.
"Thanks again, Cheppa. Good night!" Jane called, while grabbing my hand and dragging me into her room. We were both a little tipsy, our blood running hot with our new engagement.
The party had been fantastic, well attended and fun. We'd laughed and danced, teasing one another with furtive touches. By the time we arrived back at Abuela's, I needed her. Mercifully Cheppa had put Mateo to sleep in Xiomara's room, and Abuela had gone straight to bed.
The second we stepped into her room, Jane threw herself into my arms, melting her mouth to mine. Her hands were running over my back, my chest, frantic to touch me. I lifted her into my arms, then deposited her onto the bed.
"We can't!" I whispered. "Abuela is right down the hall!"
Jane pouted. "You said we could fool around. I want you."
Maybe we'd had more to drink than I was currently capable of remembering. "Come on, let's put on our pajamas." I winked at her, before slowly peeling off my suit and button down, replacing them with a thin pair of pajama pants.
Jane stared, before her mouth turned into a smirk. She unzipped her dress, then dropped it by the side of the bed. "I guess I'll be going to bed like this, then." She said, very matter of fact, laying there in her hot pink push up bra and matching panties.
I walked over to her and made the critical mistake of touching her hip. My mouth went dry, my erection took over my thinking. The next thing I knew I was above her, my mouth was on hers, my hands running over her nearly bare bottom. Jane moaned, her hands rubbing against my naked chest and abs.
"Whatever you want." She murmured desperately, before kissing me again.
I nodded. No penetration was the only rule tonight.
I took a deep breath, before burying my face in her cleavage. I ran my hands over her body, hooking my fingers on her panties. I kissed back from her bosom to her neck.
"I'd like to pleasure you with my mouth." I blurted out. Suave, Rafael.
To my surprise, she nodded emphatically. "Yes. Okay. Please." I kissed her on her mouth once more, before trailing my mouth down her throat, past her heaving breasts. I dragged the panties down her legs, then tossed them.
My mouth continued its burning trail downward, over her flat stomach. I laid between her legs, my hands holding on to her sides. "Are you sure?" I whispered huskily, finding her eyes with mine.
"Yes! Please, yes." She moaned.
"I don't want you to regret this in the morning, and-"
"Rafael! I want this. I need this."
She could be very persuasive, especially like this with her legs thrown over my shoulders. Slowly I lowered my head, showering her thighs with light kisses. She moaned and arched her hips higher. Tentatively I ran my tongue down her feminine folds, stopping just before her clit.
Jane buried her hands in my hair, panting. I circled my tongue around it a few times, thoroughly enjoying the noises escaping my writhing fiancée. Finally I began to lave her clitoris with quick, short strokes. She gasped and muffled a moan. I reached a hand up to her breast, lightly caressing it, teasing her nipple in time with my tongue.
Her entire body was tight and trembling before me, nearing the precipice. I slowed down, running my tongue against her harder, letting the momentum build. Soon she started chanting my name, gasping and calling it louder and louder until she came, shaking and gripping my head with her thighs.
Her breathing was still erratic when she untangled herself from me and pushed me onto my back, taking my erection firmly into her grasp as she straddled me. She looked like a wonton goddess, and she would be mine in May.
She was clearly a quick study, because the hand job was easily the best I'd ever had. It was firm, confident, and each stroke had me groaning, closer to release. She licked her lips while staring at my hardened member and finally I couldn't hold back. The pleasure overtook me and I came hard and fast, calling her name much louder than the whisper I had intended.
"I can't sleep like this." Jane muttered, satisfied and mellow. She unclasped her bra and tossed it to the corner of the room, where a green light was shining brightly.
"Jane. The baby monitor is on!" I whispered, frantically pulling the covers over us.
"I remember." I replied, coming back from my reverie. "I also remember that we left the baby monitor on last night."
Jane whipped her head over to the corner of the room, where a green light confirmed I was right. Why hasn't we turned it off last night? She muffled a squeak, before rolling off of me and retreating to the opposite edge of the bed. "Do you think anyone saw?" She whispered.
I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. "No one is throwing me out, so probably not!" I fished around for my pajama bottoms at the foot of the bed under the blanket, and pulled them back on. Jane didn't move.
"Can you grab me some clothes?" She moaned quietly. "And I don't know where my panties are."
I grinned at her, getting out of bed. "Last night was a great." I grabbed her a shirt, then found her shorts and brought them to her, kissing her tenderly as I handed them over. "I'm going to grab some coffee."
I pulled on my undershirt from last night, then went out to the kitchen.
Jane
I laid back onto my pillows, biting my lip. I could still feel his hands, his mouth on my body. I looked at the enormous, sparkling ring on my finger. I couldn't believe I was engaged. I turned to look at where Rafael had laid last night. Soon I could wake up to him next to me every morning, in our bedroom in our house. I couldn't help a small squeal of joy.
I heard steps in the hall, and quickly pulled on my shorts and shirt. Just as I was sitting up and brushing my hair, Ma opened the door with Mateo in her arms, laughing.
"Rafael is helping make breakfast. You have to see it!"
Her laugh rubbed me the wrong way. She was holding our son, laughing about my fiancé. I hoped I was just being sensitive. "I'm sure Daddy is doing great. Right, Mateo?"
We all walked back to the kitchen together, where Rafael was flipping pancakes. Abuela patted him on the shoulder.
"Jane puede cocinar los huevos, se puede hacer panqueques. Junto va a crear un buen desayuno." Jane can cook eggs, you can make pancakes. Together you will create a fine breakfast.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her. "Abuela, thank you." I kissed her on her cheek, then turned to Rafael. "Since when can you make pancakes?"
"She said making pancakes aren't that different from making steak." Rafael said with one of his dazzling smiles and a shrug. He kissed me on the cheek. It was amazing to me how he always seemed so natural. Even under pressure, he was unflinchingly calm, at ease. I knew it wasn't true, but it almost seemed like everything was effortless to him. He exuded confidence in all situations.
"So, have you thought about a date?" Rogelio asked.
"I'd like to get married in May, but it's really up to Jane." Rafael threw out, back to flipping pancakes. "Then we can get the house furnished before we move in."
"That soon?" Ma asked. "Let's not rush."
"No mañana, Xiomara. Es práctico." It's not tomorrow, Xiomara. It's practical.
Once again I thanked God for Abuela and her affinity for Rafael. "May sounds great. Mateo's birthday is the fourth, Mother's Day is the eighth. How about the fourteenth?"
"I think," Rafael paused to kiss me quickly. "We have an official wedding date. Have you thought about a big or small wedding? Or where you'd like to have it?"
I thought for a moment. "Family and friends. I'd like to get married under our tree, if the priest will agree to it, and have the reception on the beach." The logistics seemed difficult. "Can we do that?"
"Of course." He said. "I can start filing for permits tomorrow."
Once again my heart swelled with love for him.
One week later, I had my dress appointment. Lena, Rogelio, Ma, and Abuela came with me.
"Okay, here's the game plan. I want you each to pick out one dress. Then after that, it's all the consultant's choice." I told them, before going into the changing room.
Everyone nodded, then dispersed into the clouds of white dresses. I peeked at my phone while they picked dresses.
Good luck today. I love you.
A text from Rafael.
I can't wait to marry you. Love you, too.
"I know that smile." Said my bubbly consultant as she dragged in the dresses with her. "No sending him pictures!"
I smiled back at her, dubiously eyeing the pile. "Oh, boy. How did they do?"
"They have great taste." She assured me. "Let's start with your friend's choice."
She pulled a tight mermaid dress with a tiered lace skirt and heavy beading off its hanger. After laboriously fastening it to my body, we went out to check my reflection and show everyone.
"You look hot." Lena nodded.
"You do." Ma agreed, pursing her lips. "Do you like it?"
I looked at my reflection. It was flattering, but overtly sexy. "It's gorgeous. But I couldn't imagine wearing it in front of a priest." I responded, poking the corset style bodice and the molded cups.
The consultant clapped. "Next dress, then!" She ushered me back to the changing room and helped me out of it. "Let's change directions, shall we?"
She pulled a tulle gown with a lace bodice and lace off the shoulder sleeves. It was romantic, but it also looked like something I would put one of my characters in.
"Ah, Jane!" Abuela exclaimed as we entered the room and I took my spot on the podium. "Te ves como una princesa. Ese vestido como el mío, cuando me casé con tu abuelo." You look like a princess. That dress looks like mine, when I married your grandfather.
"Yeah, it looks like it's about that old. No offense." Ma replied, directing the last part at the consultant, who shrugged.
"You do look like a princess. But maybe a more modern one?" Rogelio suggested humbly.
"Jane?" The consultant prompted.
"I really think I need something more modern. Especially considering our story."
Abuela nodded. "Lo importante es que usted es feliz." The important thing is that you're happy.
We went back to the dressing room, where I changed again. This one was much more modern, slim fitting, sleeveless with a V neck, and covered with stunning lace.
"I really like this one." I said, getting on the podium and doing a little turn.
"I knew you'd like it." Ma said with a little smile.
"It's definitely cute." Lena agreed. "I wish it were maybe more grand?"
Alba nodded in assent. "Sólo se tiene una vestido de novia. Debe ser genial." You only get one wedding dress. It should be grand.
I noticed Rogelio's beaming smile from the corner of my eye. "I agree. I love it, it just needs more drama." I replied. "Dad, do you have an opinion?"
"No, not yet." He said, schooling his face back to a neutral expression.
"Okay!" The consultant chimed in. "Next dress!" We went back in the room, and took it off. "Close your eyes." She said conspiratorially. "I think your Dad picked your dress."
"Really? Rogelio?" I was surprised, but complied. I felt her put the dress on over my head, as light as air. She led me out, eyes still closed, to the podium. Immediately I heard my family.
"Oh, Jane!" Ma and Abuela gasped at the same time. The consultant turned me to the mirror.
"Open your eyes." Rogelio said by my ear.
It was stunning. It was light and airy organza with a full ball gown skirt delicately swelling from the natural waist. The bodice was sleeveless and V necked, and the entire gown was covered with incredible lace appliqués.
"I love it." I choked out. "Dad, it's perfect." I reached for him, pulling him into a hug.
"When I first told you I was your father, you were wearing a wedding dress. Now here we are, almost two years later, and I can't imagine life without you. I'm so happy I get to be here for this part of your life. Please let me buy your dress. I'm sure you'll want your mother to escort you down the aisle. Let this be my contribution."
"Oh, Dad." I squeezed him tighter. "Mom didn't tell you? I want both of you to escort me. Together." Finally we let go and wiped our eyes.
"So is this the dress?" The consultant asked.
"Yes! Absolutely!" I replied.
Three months until I got to wear it again. I was already counting the days.
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So many dresses! I had so much fun picking dresses for her to try on in my head. Can you believe only two more chapters?
Lena's dress choice was Pnina Tornai "4143"
Xiomara's dress, was Oscar de la Renta "Drew"
Alba's dress choice was Reem Acra "Ilsa"
The dress Jane picked, Rogelio's choice, was Jorge Manuel "Lace"
