Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
Dawn broke through a cloudless southern sky. The sun's rays streamed into the bedroom, illuminating the room in a soft orange glow, and the light cascaded across the face of the young woman sleeping in the bed. It was the warmth on her cheek that caused her to stir. As she awoke, her eyes fluttered open and she turned away from the brightness to yawn. She then stretched and blindly searched for her phone on the nightstand. With one eye open, she took a glance. 9:30 am, April 15th. She rubbed her eyes and sat up too look around her room. Wait. This was the room at her parent's place, right? Why wasn't she at home with…?
She suddenly gasped and did a double take, and she looked at her phone again. April 15th. She knew what that meant.
It was her wedding day.
Her heart leapt out of her chest at this realization, and she grinned so wide. In an instant, the woman was jumping out of bed and dancing on her toes. She was going to get married today. She would become Mrs. Rebecca Lawton today.
Rushing over to her vanity, she picked up a brush and began to comb though her messy bed hair. Part of her didn't believe that in just a few hours, the bedhead and tired eyes would disappear, the image of a princess soon to take its place. It was in that moment that she felt a strange sense of… was it nostalgia? No, that couldn't be right. Why would she…?
Becca then lowered the brush as her memories came back for a moment. She'd seen this smile before. Long ago—or what felt like long ago—she had that same look on her face. She'd woken up the same way, in this same room, before.
She remembered that this wasn't the first time she was getting married.
Becca examined her face in the mirror. A lot had happened since then, and she was… different. Her bronze hair was longer, her skin was a bit paler… she'd found work and had a son since… since Josh had died. He… he would have wanted this for her, right?
A quick knock on the door broke her from her trance. "Come in!" she called. As the door creaked open, Rachel poked her head inside.
"Good mornin', Bex! Today's the big day!"
"Yes, it is," Becca beamed. Despite her excitement, though, her stomach churned and fluttered. She did her best to keep it still. "Is Hope awake yet?"
"I think I heard her, not sure though. Want me to go get her?"
"Nah, no need to wake a pregnant woman."
"I heard that," came a voice from the doorway. There stood a still pregnant—very pregnant—Hope, fresh out of bed. By now, she was eight months pregnant, ready to pop. After all, her baby was due the next month. Her hand supported her huge belly as she began waddling inside and made a b-line for the closest chair. In just a few short steps, she was out of breath and easing into the chair.
"You okay, there?" Becca questioned her friend.
"I'm all right," she breathed, resting a hand on her swollen middle. She groaned as she felt the baby girl flipping around in her womb, limbs marring her ribs and making her gasp. "God, I'm just so ready to not be pregnant anymore."
"Oh, I feel that," Rachel giggled.
"Ditto," added the bride. She recalled how she felt in the third trimester when she was pregnant with Porter, and knowing Hope, she wasn't enjoying one bit of it. Who would enjoy the back pain, contractions, constant jabs from within, and feeling like there was a watermelon attached to the stomach? "Don't worry, though. You have just a couple more days over a month left until you get to have your beautiful baby girl in your arms. Hell, maybe even sooner! After all, Porter was born before his due date."
"Thank, god," Hope huffed. "Still doesn't feel soon enough though."
"Right, enough chit chat!" Rachel clapped her hands together. "I just got a message that the stylists are arriving soon, so let's get a move on!"
The women jumped into action. Becca hopped into the shower immediately, and when she was done, she was instructed to sit in just her towel in a chair so her hair could be styled. As they started, more of the bridesmaids began to show up, and they, too, began to get ready around her. With all of this time for her to just sit around and let other people put her together, Becca was left with a lot of time to think to herself. All of this was so familiar to her in such a bittersweet way. Just a few years ago, she was doing all this for Josh… and yet here she was again. He would have wanted this for her, she told herself. He would want her to be happy. This one-day of happiness was what she really needed, what with all the chaos going on the last few months. Her life had changed so quickly for worse and for better.
Who was to say it wouldn't change again? What did her future hold with Jack? She wanted to grow old with him, watch Porter grow up into a fine young man, but life was so unpredictable. She looked at the clock and time seemed to be moving faster for her. It was nearly time, and it was getting harder and harder for her to calm her nerves.
"Becca?" Rachel called her attention.
"Huh? Yes?"
"We're ready to get you in your dress!"
Becca looked around the room and saw that the stylist and bridesmaids had all left already, and the only people left in the room were Becca, her sister, and Hope. "Can't I see my hair and make up first?"
"Uh, did I let you see before the final product before?" Rachel raised a brow. "No! You have to see it all together. Come on!" Rachel then took her sister's hands and pulled her out of the chair. Meanwhile, Hope removed the dress from the garment bag, bringing it over and unzipping the back so it was ready. They carefully helped Becca step into it, and once she was in, Hope helped zip up the back.
"God, I'm still feeling nervous," Becca admitted as she took a deep breath while also sucking it in so she could fit into the dress.
"Oh, that's completely normal," Rachel assured her. "Besides, you've already gone through this before. You know how weddings go."
Becca froze. She had gone through this before. She knew how weddings went... and how her wedding ended... how her first marriage to the man she loved ended. She had promised to love Josh with all her heart, to stay with him, to build a family with him, to spend the rest of her life cherishing him. She'd wanted all that with Josh and hadn't gotten it. What if she didn't get it this time either? Who was to say this marriage would be any different?
"Okay, all zipped up," Hope announced, breaking Becca's trance. "Ready to see?" Hope glanced to her friend, but Becca didn't answer. "Becca?"
"I..." she couldn't finish. Her chest was starting to feel tight. It was constricting her, caging her in. It felt like she was being strangled or punched in the chest. This could all end horribly. Something could happen to Jack and she'd be right back to where she started.
Rachel watched as her sister's expression changed dramatically. "Becca, Becca sit down," she suggested quickly. She guided the bride quickly to a chair and sat her down. The woman was becoming white as her dress. Where was this coming from? "Bex, hey, talk to me. What's wrong?"
"Josh died," Becca whispered breathlessly, hand clutching her chest.
"Oh, Becca..." That explained everything. Rachel knelt and looked her sister in the eye. "Hey, I know it hurts. The idea of this is incredibly scary, especially for you. But Josh would have wanted you to be happy. He would have really liked Jack, I'm sure of it."
"Jack could die," Becca added. Hope and Rachel looked at each other worriedly. Becca continued, breathing harder. "Something could happen to Jack. Oh god, my first marriage failed... why should this be any different?" How much longer did she have with him? She was starting to hyperventilate now, voice growing in volume and speed.
"Becca, it's okay, calm down," Hope attempted to soothe.
"I can't breathe," Becca gasped. "Get this off of me! Get me out of it!" Becca pleaded as she tried to grasp at the fabric that was trapping her. Rachel quickly grabbed her hands to keep her from damaging the dress.
"Becca, look at me!" the younger sister instructed. "Okay? Look at me. It's okay. Just breathe. Breathe in... breathe out..." She then demonstrated, hoping her sister would follow. Thankfully, Becca stared into her sister's eyes and attempted to follow the pattern. Rachel nodded. "There you go, that's it."
"Rachel... Hope..." Becca whimpered with tears in her eyes, now. "I'm so scared..."
"Oh, Becca," Hope frowned. She reached out and took Becca's hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles slowly. "I know it's scary. You and I have both been through so much, but hey, we're both still here. We've survived it all. Jack's still here, too. He wants to go through this crazy, dangerous journey with you."
"But what if something happens again?"
"So your solution is to what? Run away?"
Becca shook her head. She'd spent so much of her life running. She didn't want to do it anymore, but the road ahead of her was so terrifying at the same time.
"Becca," Rachel smiled. "You're not going through this alone. Jack is going through this, too. He's scared, too. But you have each other to lean on. You're about to marry someone you love with all your heart, someone who is your best friend, someone who has stood by you through everything, someone you have a family with..."
"Things are different," Hope added. "You're different. Just look." She proceeded to point off to the side, urging the bride to turn, and Becca found herself in the reflection of a full mirror.
Becca gasped when she saw herself. She was in a dress, but not the same dress she wore to her wedding with Josh. She was still Becca, but not the same Becca. She was wiser, stronger... happier.
"You're not getting married to Josh, Becca," Rachel reminded her. "You're not choosing to go through that again. Look to the future, live in the present. Also, we're not saying that you have to forget the past. In fact, you should cherish your past, honor it, treasure it forever. But at the same time, you are allowed to move forward with this beautiful new life."
"You're choosing to start something totally new," Hope smiled. "You're getting married to Jack, a man who you love with all your heart and loves you back just as much. Isn't that wonderful?"
Becca's bitter tears became sweet again. What did she do to deserve such wonderful people in her life? They were both right. She was about to marry Jack. They were about to go on their own adventure together. She didn't have to forget Josh; she could still love and miss him all she wanted, but she also didn't have to relive her past with him, either. This time, she would choose to be happy. A smile came to her face once she realized this, and she gazed at herself in the mirror again, feeling like a princess rather than feeling trapped. After a moment, she turned to her sister and best friend. "I can't thank you guys enough, for being here for me and helping with all this."
"We just want you to be happy," Rachel grinned.
Hope agreed. "We're so glad you're getting this perfect day."
"I am very happy," Becca nodded, and she then walked to bring them both into a hug. "I'm so grateful for you guys."
The women returned the hug gratefully, all of them beaming now, glad the bride was feeling better. Becca had the biggest grin. Where would she be without these ladies?
Just then, a knock came to the door, startling the women, and they turned to see the wooden masterpiece creaking open, Colleen peering inside. She was dressed in her formal wear, with her makeup and hair done and everything. "Girls? It's almost time..." she trailed off the moment her eyes fell upon her eldest daughter dressed in white. Her hands went over her gaping mouth as she marveled at the sight with already misty eyes. "Oh, Becca..."
Becca's own eyes got misty at her mother's reaction. "Mom..." she replied with a huge smile.
Colleen made her way inside and to her daughter's side. "Oh, honey, you look... so beautiful." She couldn't help but cup her cheeks, and that was what sent a few tears falling down the young woman's cheeks. Colleen wiped the tears away quickly.
"Thanks, Mom," Becca responded, sniffling but all smiles. "Really, thank you."
"You're welcome," her mother said, tears in her eyes. "Anyway, I came to tell you that it's almost time for the big moment. We're lining up the procession."
"Oh, okay," the bride nodded and wiped her tears quickly. Then, she glanced to her sister and best friend. "I'll see you out there." She hugged both of them, and they wished her luck before leaving Colleen and Becca alone for a moment.
Colleen was unable to take her eyes off her daughter in the meantime. "So beautiful…" she whispered. "My little girl."
"Mom, you're gonna make me cry," Becca giggled as she tried to swallow the oncoming second round of tears.
Her mother laughed, as well, and she couldn't resist hugging the bride. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," the other woman whispered.
Becca then heard the wooden floors creaking from the hallway. She looked up just in time to see Kevin entering the room in search for his wife and daughter. What he found in the room made him speechless in a split second. He was overcome with emotions when he saw his baby girl there in her wedding dress. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her like that, but knowing all she'd been through, and that she found happiness again, it made seeing her all the more emotional. She looked so happy, glowing as she smiled at him. He walked up to her and gave her a huge emotional hug in the same way Colleen had.
Once again, Becca got misty. "Oh, Dad," she whispered. She'd seen the look on his face, knowing that he was recalling everything she'd been through and got emotional. Her arms came up to return the hug without question.
"I love you so much, Bex," he murmured to her as he held on. "You're so beautiful. I'm so happy for you."
His words almost sent her bursting into tears. "Thank you so much, Daddy. I love you, too. Both of you."
Kevin pulled away so he could cup her cheeks. His calloused thumbs swept across her cheeks to remove the tears that had sneaked out of her eyes. As he looked at her, his mind flashed back twenty-something years, when Becca was a child, whenever she was sad or hurt or scared… like when she was seven and fell off her bike, scraping herself up pretty badly. He'd rushed to her side to comfort her and dry her tears. Or like when she had to have surgery and was so devastated about it, and he'd been there to hold her and comfort her. All those times that he'd been the one to wipe away the tears came flooding back to him, and he could only smile softly and kiss her forehead. "It's show time."
Becca nodded and took a deep breath. "Let's do this."
The older woman nodded this time, and with one more kiss to her daughter's cheek, she left to go make sure the procession was in the right order. Kevin and Becca followed her and got in the back of the line, their arms hooked. Directly in front of them stood Olivia, the flower girl, whom Rachel was talking to one last time to make sure she knew what to do. Rachel then took her place in front of her daughter. Hope and Scott were in front of Rachel, arms hooked. Every so often, Scott would run his hand across Hope's belly, feeling the kicks from within. He then glanced behind him and saw Becca and automatically knew Jack would be so stunned when he'd see her. He turned back around, facing ahead, where the rest of the procession line stood. Colleen checked everything one last time before going to sit down.
Meanwhile, Jack stood at the end of the aisle, looking around nervously and admiring how everything was put together. His heart raced in his chest. He stood up at the altar, right in front of everyone as they were getting into their seats. He let out a long, deep breath. Come on, man, don't be so nervous, he told himself. Today is the day you marry the woman you love and adore. Just think about that. He normally wouldn't have such stage fright, but this was a big day, a big moment in his life as well as Becca's, and he just wanted to be so perfect for her.
His and Becca's friends and family were taking their seats, filling up the rows slowly. Some of them watched him, watching how he was shifting weight from foot to foot. He noticed movement coming from the house, and he looked up in time to see Colleen leaving, coming down the aisle to sit in the front row, where David and Addelyn sat with Porter. Colleen joined them, taking Porter and pulling him into her lap. Hank and Janet sat behind them, along with some of Jack's old friends and his coworkers. Becca's friends and extended family were there, too. As he was watching the crowd, his eyes fell upon his son, who was smiling and pointing at Jack as he recognized the man, and he made noises. Seeing this made Jack's heart sing, especially knowing he was about to marry the woman who gave him their beautiful child.
All of a sudden, the music started up, causing Jack to glance up and the audience to turn toward the house, where the French doors had opened. Everyone watched in smiles as the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way down to the altar. The women were dressed in brilliant turquoise colored dresses, the men in formal tuxedos. Each pair had their arms linked as the walked. As they got to Jack's end of the aisle, they split off, women to the side where Becca would be, and the men to Jack's side, standing in a line behind him. At the end of the line, Jack could see Scott and Hope walking (well, Hope was more waddling) arm in arm. Scott was giving him a knowing grin, as was Hope. When Scott got behind the groom, he couldn't help but whisper to him.
"You're gonna be so stunned," he said.
In response, Jack's heart soared. God, he couldn't wait to see his beautiful bride. Not too much longer now.
There was a little break in the line once Scott and Hope found their places. Soon, people turned around to look at the house again to see Rachel in the doorway, holding Olivia's hand. However, she released her hand, and she instructed the little girl to walk down the aisle, gracefully lining the ground with flower petals while Rachel followed behind her. Once she was done, Olivia smiled and went to sit in the front row with David. Meanwhile, Rachel stood between Jack and the line of bridesmaids. Like Scott had done, she gave Jack a knowing smile, and then she looked ahead to the French doors, just waiting like everyone else.
Then, the music changed again, and everyone turned their attention to the French doors, as well, at the opposite end of the aisle, where they opened. Jack watched, just like everyone else, and what he found made him think he would melt.
There stood Becca, arm linked with Kevin's, with a huge grin on her face in the doorway. Jack's eyes met hers, and the very second he cast a glance, he was immediately mesmerized, speechless. Her A-line dress fit snuggly, hugging her upper body with a bodice covered in elegant stones that glinted in the light. It had a sweetheart neckline, with straps off the shoulder, highlighting her shoulders and collarbone. Her veil cascaded around her, falling from a tiara on top of her half up, half down hair, which had been styled into soft curls, with some elegant braids involved, too. The makeup she wore gave her eyes a soft glow, making the blue color pop. Her face seemed to be glowing, and the light glittered on her face shimmered. Jack's eyes filled with tears within moments. She was so beautiful. Everything about her was sparkling. Her blue eyes shone brightly in the sunlight, happiness the only thing there as they glimmered with tears once she saw him.
The moment she caught sight of his expression, the joy and pride clear as day on his face, Becca thought she was going to burst. All she could see was her fiancé there, and at that moment, all her fears and worries slipped away into nothing. She was completely overcome with her emotions. Her heart had never been so full seeing him there, as she got closer to him. It felt even fuller the moment she passed the front row and heard their son babble at the sight of his mother as he recognized her. She giggled and stopped to blow him a kiss, getting him to smile. Switching glances between her pride and joy, and the love of her life, Becca just felt so… happy.
The music stopped once they got to the altar, where Kevin turned to her and kissed her cheek. "I love you, Bex," he murmured. His eyes shone with tears, the emotions getting to him, now. This wasn't the first time he'd done this, but that didn't make it any less important. Then, he glanced to Jack, who was still clearly in tears, as well. He looked at his soon-to-be-son-in-law with nothing but complete trust. This man had made his eldest daughter so happy despite the rough couple of years she'd had before they met. Kevin knew this was best for his daughter. "Take care of her, Jack." Although Kevin knew that Jack would definitely do so.
"You have my word, sir," Jack nodded.
With that, Kevin smiled, and he handed his daughter off after one last kiss to her cheek. Then, he went to sit by his wife and watch the rest from there. Colleen took his hand, smiling wide. She, too, was in tears, and she kissed his cheek. She knew it was always hard for him to have to let his daughter go. It was hard the first time, and it was hard now. But they both knew that she was happy, and that was what mattered to them.
When Kevin walked to his seat, Becca turned to look at her beloved, the tears still present in both his eyes and her own. He held out his hand, which she gladly took. She giggled when she saw that he just could not take his eyes off her.
"You look… so beautiful," he whispered, wiping his tears quickly.
"Thank you," she mouthed, smiling, just before she turned to her sister with him. Rachel nodded and cleared her throat before beginning the ceremony.
"Dearly beloved," she started. "We are gathered here today to witness the beautiful union of a beautiful relationship between Jack Lawton and Rebecca Ronan…"
Rachel flawlessly spoke the introduction and the story of how they met and fell in love and created their beautiful son together. They laughed, occasionally crying with the happiness and memories. The whole time, the bride and groom never broke the gazes they were sharing. There was a twinkle in both of their eyes. They just felt so amazing, so in love and in awe with the reality of it all. They remained like this until they learned that it was time to exchange vows. They turned to one another, joined hands, and then Jack began to recite his vows.
"Today, my life begins. Before today, I was just an ordinary man. Before we met, I always felt like something was missing from my life. Now that I found you, that void has been filled, and it has been since the day I saw you for the first time. Since that day, I've been a love-struck fool. I always will be with you…" As he spoke, he watched as Becca's smile got wider, tears falling with the emotions more and more as he went on. His smile grew, as well. "Every day, I wonder if I'm dreaming. I have no idea how I got so lucky to have you. I must have done or said something right, because here I am, standing before you, my beautiful bride. You've given me everything I ever could have wanted… love, family, and everything in between, and I can't thank you enough. I promise to be your partner in the adventure that lies ahead, to walk by your side to the ends of the earth. I promise to love, encourage, and support you every single day. I promise to share your laughter and your tears, to make the good times great and the bad times a little easier. I promise to love and cherish you until the end of time, 'till death do us part. I take you, Rebecca Ronan, as my wife for the rest of my life."
By the time he finished, Becca was really crying, happy tears, of course. She had to swallow hard so she could compose herself. After sniffling and wiping her tears with a chuckle, she took a deep breath, pulling herself together before beginning her own vows.
"If you had told me around two years ago that I would be standing here, madly in love and about to marry the man I adore so incredibly much, I wouldn't have believed you. Before we met, I was at the lowest point in my life, and I thought I'd lost all hope. Then I took one look at you, and I heard your charming words, and something changed in me. There was a spark in me. Before I knew it, I'd fallen hard. Little did I know what you would give me, even before today. You gave me love despite my past. You gave me hope for the future for the first time in forever. You gave me a beautiful son, a child I'd never thought I'd be able to have. You've given me more I ever could have asked for, and I love you so much for it. I promise to be your partner in the adventure that lies ahead, to walk by your side to the ends of the earth. I promise to love, encourage, and support you every single day. I promise to share your laughter and your tears, to make the good times great and the bad times a little easier. I promise to love and cherish you until the end of time, 'till death do us part. I take you, Jack Lawton, as my husband for the rest of my life."
With that, they were instructed to slip the rings onto one another's fingers. They were perfect fits. Their eyes met again, full of love and joy as they listened to Rachel next to them.
"Now, by the power vested in me," she said with a growing grin. "It is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
The bride and groom wasted no time. As soon as they were allowed to, Jack cupped Becca's cheeks and captured her lips oh, so tenderly and beautifully. Her arms wrapped around him, and he could feel her smiling against his lips. Around them, the audience burst into applause for the newlyweds, making the couple grin even wider, giggling as they pulled away. Jack searched her beautiful face.
"I love you, Becca," he murmured.
"I love you, too, Jack," she responded lovingly.
That was when the music started up again, and the couple hooked arms before they walked back up the aisle together while their friends and family continued to cheer for them. Everyone could agree that both of them were absolutely glowing with complete and utter happiness. Becca's heart was exploding with it. Soon, they'd gone back inside, the rest of the procession following. While the audience headed inside, too, the procession returned outside to take pictures. As they did, cocktail hour began.
Soon after, they had the reception, where everyone laughed and carried on while celebrating the new marriage. People danced, some sang, and had a bunch of fun in general. Jack and Becca sat at their own table together, letting Porter sit with them for the meal, too, because, after all, he was their son. The party went on pretty late into the night, and at the end, Becca and Jack shared a kiss in front of the audience before slipping into a limo and driving off to a hotel to stay the night before their honeymoon.
Becca's giggling could be heard all the way down the hall of that hotel as Jack carried her from the elevator to the room, their newlywed suite. She kept an arm wrapped around him, while her free hand held onto their key. Once they were in front of the door, Becca swiftly swiped the key card, and before long, they were inside. Jack twirled her around after they'd closed and locked the door, making her laugh become louder. God, he loved that laugh. It was one of the things that made him fall in love with her. It was one of his favorite sounds in the world.
After a couple more twirls, Jack finally set her down, and immediately, they stumbled, because they'd grown dizzy from the pinning. They were giggly and all smiles as they grabbed onto each other to keep balance. Once they were steady, their gazes locked, the smiles remaining. His hands came up to cup both her cheeks.
"Hello, Mrs. Lawton," he murmured. God, he'd never get tired of hearing or saying that. It sounded like music.
"Hi, Mr. Lawton," she replied softly, eyes lost in his gaze. "My husband." She still couldn't believe that she was married to this amazing, supportive man.
Hearing her say that made him smile so wide. But what made him smile even wider was the fact that he could finally call her his wife. He swayed with her as they continued to stand there in each other's loving arms. Big blue eyes were looking up at him. They were shining with complete happiness. "God, I love you," he said, just as he rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you, too," Becca responded with that big old smile on her face, ear to ear. "So, so much." With that, she stood on her tip toes so she could reach his lips to kiss him. He smiled and bent down to meet her, and the kiss was tender and loving. Arms slid around him to pull him closer. But she wasn't gentle. She was eager. Now a smirk was playing on her lips.
He raised his brows. He could feel the smirk on her lips and pulled away to find that very smirk, clear as day, on her face. Her arms cupped the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss.
"Where are you going, handsome?" she whispered against his lips, her voice oozing with that seducing tone. "I think it's time you helped me out of this dress, husband."
The way she spoke sent a shockwave through his body and into his pants instantly. He felt like he was going to melt into a puddle at her feet, and effect she always had on him when she spoke like that. And her hands… god, those hands. Every touch was like fire and electricity. They took hold of his own hands, and he could only watch as she slowly brought them around her waist, pulling him at the same time. Their bodies pressed together and something ignited. Now, it didn't feel like his hands could move fast enough to wrap around her and reach for the zip of her dress. He eventually found it, and he began pulling it down. To help, she turned, and he hurriedly unzipped the garment before whipping her back around to capture her lips in a hot kiss.
While they kissed, she allowed her dress to drop to the ground. She wore no bra under it, so he had a full view of her breasts. At first, he was too distracted to notice, but when he brought his hands up to cup her cheek, he grazed her side and noticed she had nothing on anymore. He pulled away, wide-eyed to find his wife standing there, wearing nothing but a thong now. His manhood throbbed already, making his pants incredibly tight. He had to take a minute, to drink in the sight of her.
"God, baby," he breathed.
She smirked again and went to begin undoing his pants. He should have been helping, but he was too distracted by the swell of her bare breasts right there in front of him. He was enraptured, entranced, enamored… His hands reached gently for her, first to move her hair behind her shoulders and get a better view, and then to let his fingers graze lightly over the sides of them. They were so perfect to him… taut, plump…
"Jack!" she pulled him from his trance with a needy whine. He found her with her hands on the hem of his pants, her eyes almost begging.
"Sorry," he murmured. "I just… you're so goddamn beautiful, baby."
She got very close to him, hands still gripping his clothes. She made him bend down a bit so she could demand in his ear, "Touch me."
Jack did not hesitate for a single second. His hands were instantly upon her breasts. They fit perfectly into his hands. There came a low moan from her as he squeezed gently. She couldn't help but arch her back to push her breasts further into his hand, as if to urge him. He obeyed, his thumbs circling her nipples oh, so damn slowly. The meeting of her thighs quivered as moisture gathered there, soaking the thong she wore. A shiver shot down her spine, and she let out a sharp gasp and a few curses when she felt him pinch her hardened nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. He loved surprising her like that.
Finally, she managed to undo his pants, and quickly her hand slipped into them and wrapped around his hard, throbbing, velvety shaft, drawing a loud moan from his chest. She stroked him a few times. "Ooh, why hello there," she spoke devilishly. "What do we have here?"
That was what did it for him. The next thing she knew, she was up in his arms, legs wrapped around him to hang on. He fumbled his way over to the massive bed and placed her down on her back. Much to her dismay, he pulled back, away from her, and she pouted.
"Patience, wife," he smirked, just as his hands began to undo his tuxedo. She got up to help him, but he shooed her hands away, and that caused her to peer up at him, confused. He caressed her cheek for a split second, repeating what he said. "Patience."
She just pouted again, trying to give him her best puppy eyes. But that didn't work. So she just had to sit back and watch as he went painfully slow when removing his clothing. Soon, he was finally down to his boxers, and Becca took the opportunity to lunge for the hem of them. Again, he waved her away, and she whined.
"Come on!" she groaned.
But he just looked at her. He took hold of his boxers, and Becca thought she was finally getting what she wanted, but to her surprise, he took his hands away and moved over her quickly. He captured her lips in a passionate, wet kiss, their tongues dancing with one another in a very heated fashion. Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel his erection through the thin fabric of their underwear. She moaned when he ground his hips so that his shaft could rub against her swollen clit. God, she needed them off, right now. And Jack knew it. With a smirk on his face, he continued to grind his hips expertly, and she writhed beneath him.
And then, without warning, he stopped and rose to his knees while staring down at her. She propped herself up on her elbows, meeting his gaze with a questioning expression. His fingers traced the line of her hips before finding the hem of her thong, and he played with it while watching her reaction. She bit her lip, tickled by the light touch on her skin. And then suddenly, there was a loud rip, and when she glanced up in confusion, she found her husband smirking over her, holding up her now ripped thong. So now, she lay there completely naked and exposed to him. He could see the way her folds glistened in the light of the room, and the way she was staring at him in disbelief.
"Oops," he spoke innocently.
Damn him. Damn this man and the way he made her feel. He was outright taunting her now, but she wouldn't give in. "You're lucky that's not my favorite thong," she scolded him.
Jack chuckled and tossed the garment aside. It was at that moment when he finally began to remove his boxers, way too slowly for her taste, but she tried to have at least some patience with whatever willpower she had left in her. At long last, they were gone, and his shaft was at full attention right in front of her. Her first instinct was to take hold of him. This time, he let her, and he moaned in response to the way she thumbed the tip, feeling his fluids already leaking onto her finger. He watched in awe as she brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it.
He nearly came right then and there, just by watching that. "You dirty, naughty woman."
"What are you gonna do about it?" she taunted him. She then relaxed on her elbows again, flaunting herself for him, but he was just… staring? She was growing more and more impatient. She whined again. "God dammit, Jack, come on! You're killing me!"
He acted innocently again. "What? I'm just trying to admire my wife, that's all."
"Well, do more than just look!" she demanded.
He smirked. "Okay, sure," he crooned. He then proceeded to stroke his hard cock right in front of her, eyes never leaving her. He pumped and stroked himself as moans continued to leave him.
She looked at him with disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"What? You told me to do more than just look. So now, I'm touching. Satisfied?"
A whine left her again, and she shook her head. "No!" she cried. "Jack, come on, I'm horny. I need you to fuck me. I need you, my husband, to fuck me."
"So impatient," he teased. He decided to humor her just a little by moving back over her, holding himself over her.
She could feel his shaft against her thigh, now, dangerously close to where she wanted him. She tried to wrap her legs around him and pull him closer to her opening, but he managed to resist. She continued to writhe below him, the pleasure almost unbearable. He kissed her, hotly and passionately, tongue deep inside her mouth. Every moan she gave him was captured in his own mouth. But he didn't stay there for too long. His lips went to her jaw, tracing the line of the bone until he reached her neck. He dragged his tongue across her skin, making her squirm and moan. Then she felt him go lower, finding her collarbone for a while. She tasted like silk and honey as he licked and nipped at her. He went even further down. Soon, he hovered over one of her breasts, his hot breath on it enough to make her melt. When his tongue met the hardened, pink flesh, she swooned, and again when he pawed at the other one to keep it occupied. He continuously swirled his tongue in circles around her nipples, occasionally switching sides and therefore turning her skin a darker pink from his ministrations. By the time he began kissing back up her chest, she was panting, squirming, and whining.
"Come on," she moaned again. "Fuck me."
He planted a soft kiss on her jaw. Meanwhile, one of his hands had a hold on his cock. "So bossy," he whispered hotly in her ear, right before he dragged his tip along her slick folds. He relished in the sound of her desperate moan. "What's the magic word?"
Was he being serious? "Jack, come on, I need you!"
He dragged his tip again. "Come on, just say it."
"Jack, seriously!" She spread her legs wider and bucked her hips. God did she really have to beg?
Jack hovered over her ear, his shaft still pressed against her. "Magic word," he whispered.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Please!" she cried out. "Please, Jack, I need you to fuck me! For god's sake please fuck me!"
That was all it took for him to smirk and hover again. "That's my girl," he told her, just as he pushed himself into her at long last. Her moan that came in response was loud. Her body shuddered at the feeling. But god, he was going so slow, filling her inch by excruciating inch. It didn't take long for her legs to wrap around him again to pull him deeper. And yet, he took his sweet time. As if she hadn't had enough of it already.
"For fuck's sake, Jack, fill me and fuck me!" she hissed.
This time, he gave in. He suddenly thrust his manhood all the way into her, as deep as he body would allow, and she almost screamed. He didn't waste a second after that. He was losing his own patience by then, because her actions were just so hot that he almost wasn't able to keep it up that long. Now, he caved, and he began moving within her, grunting and groaning along with her. He could feel her fingernails digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast. He dug his teeth into her neck in reply.
He was pounding her so hard, now, their screams and moans in sync at this point. She clung to him for dear life as she was overcome with such great pleasure that it was almost unbearable. He was fucking her so hard that she knew she would be sore in the morning. But that's what she wanted. She wanted to have numb legs, to have marks, to be able to think of his name and nothing else. She wanted to be completely spent. And she knew for damn sure that she was going to get what she wanted.
In the midst of it all, he shouted into her mouth. "Oh, fuck, baby!" he said loudly. "Fuck, I'm so close!"
"Me, too!" she sobbed.
"Come, baby!" he demanded with a loud cry.
And she came. She came hard, her walls clamping around him as her body convulsed and arched. She cried out his name at a near-sob as every part of her contracted and quivered. "Fuck, Jack!"
Everything she did during her orgasm was what send him soaring over the edge. He thrust deep into her and stayed there as he came explosively, cock twitching and throbbing as his fluid surged into her. He buried his face into her neck and released loud, long moans as he rode out the orgasm, making it more extreme for them both. It felt like they were both seeing stars in front of them. It was one of the best orgasms either of them had ever had.
Much to their dismay, they came down from the high, his cock softening within her. He pulled out of her and flopped next to her, a sweaty, panting mess, like she was. Her legs had gone numb, and her whole body was covered in chills and sweat. Her eyes fell upon him as he landed beside her, and she turned on her side to face him. He noticed this and faced her, too. It took a while before they were coherent enough to find their words.
"God…" she breathed.
"Yeah…" he agreed. "Amazing."
She nodded and wiggled closer to him, pressing kisses to his chest. He closed his eyes and relaxed. "Amazing," she echoed between kisses.
His arm slid around her waist and brought her closer so that they were touching each other. They basked in the post-sex glow, relishing in the amazing feeling. They stared at each other for a while, smiling nonstop, their eyes getting sleepy after a while. However, after some time, he got lost in thought. She saw the way his face change and she stroked his cheek.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded before looking her in the eye. "Do you think Josh would have approved of me?" he asked after a moment.
She smiled gently, and she scooted closer to him to give him a soft kiss. "I don't think he would have approved of anyone else but you," she answered honestly.
This made him smile, and he let out a sigh of relief. That was one of his biggest concerns, being good enough for Becca. But knowing that she thought that Josh would have liked Jack, it made him feel so much better.
They didn't speak after that. There was no need to. All they did was cuddle in the giant bed, arms around one another, legs tangled, faces blissful. They had each other in that moment, and that was all they really needed.
