Marital Bliss

The seven-minute drive back to the Fairfield Inn seemed an eternity to the newlyweds anxious to consummate their nuptials. Angela's lips on Tony's neck was becoming more dangerous by the minute as he struggled to keep control of his senses and the Jag,

"Angela, if we crash, we'll never make to back to the hotel," he kidded with a sigh.

"I'm sorry baby, I just can't help myself," she nuzzled in a little closer, "I want to ravish my husband right now," she slid her hand down his crouch.

"I'm serious An-ge-la," he pleaded as she began to massage the ever-growing bulge in his pants. "I do still have to get out of this car and not put myself on display to all of Fairfield," he continued with a deep moan.

With a disappointed sigh she sat back in her seat, "You're just no fun," she spat.

"I'll give you some fun baby," he wiggled his eyebrows, "I just don't want to share it with the world, and I definitely don't want to lose control and crash which would further delay our pleasure," his tone sultry and flirtatious.

Pulling in the parking lot and parking the car, Tony leaned over, pulling Angela lips to his, "Are you ready Mrs. Micelli? He whispered, engulfing her mouth with his.

"I've never been more ready!" She smiled.

Making their way up to the bridal suite, the only thing stopping the couple from consuming their pleasure with each other in the elevator was the blinking red light of the security camera in the corner.

"You think that's a real camera or just for show," Angela inquired rubbing her hand along Tony's rear side.

"Well let's just say I not willing to find out because I promise you, what I'm fixing to do to you will make Bubba Billy whimper in his seat if we become his nighttime entertainment," he growled seductively looking her up and down.

"Oh Mr. Micelli, you sure know how to make a girl blush," she pressed her lips to his, "In case they have microphones in here also, let's just say I can't wait to have every inch of you in me," she whispered, taking his earlobe between her teeth lightly, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine as the ding of the elevator doors opened.

"Aahumm," he cleared his throat, quickly exiting the elevator, making their way towards their room.

Pushing the door open, fully prepared to not waste anytime in consummating their marriage, Tony and Angela suddenly froze in their tracks as they caught sight of the room before them. Flowers, candles, champagne, snacks, and soft music playing greeted them when they stepped through the door.

"Oh Tony, it's beautiful, how did you do this," Angela gushed.

"I, I, I didn't," he stuttered. "Tonight, was your night for planning, not mine." He looked around, "I was about to ask the same thing, but I figured you set it all up."

"I didn't," she let out a disappointed sigh, "I wish I had but I honestly didn't think of it or have time, I'm sorry." Her tone sorrowful.

"Oh honey, nothing to be sorry about," he took her hand, leading them into the room once he placed their overnight bags down, "It's been a crazy month, maybe it's part of the bridal package," Tony exclaimed cheerfully.

"Well, they didn't say anything and how would they know our favorites snacks and music for that matter," she grabbed a brownie from the plate and took a bite.

"Voila," Tony picked up a small card sitting against the champagne bottle, "Perhaps this little card will solve our mystery," he opened the envelope.

"Great marriages begin with great adventures in bed, enjoy your journey and don't forget to discover each other's spirit, soul and body along your path, over and over again."

In unison they spoke "Mother/Mona" and laughed.

"How does she do it?" Tony shook his head in disbelief, his cheeks shinning crimson.

"I'll never know," Angela replied, her own blush growing. "What's this?" She walked toward two boxes on the other end of the small table.

"Angela" and "Tony" each box was labeled with its own card.

"Now what," Tony inquired as she handed him his rectangular box. "I'm a little scared to open this," he shook the box.

"Read the card," she suggested.

"No, you first," he deferred.

"Chicken," she teased.

"Damn right, I know your mother!"

"Well, the box is light, so it's not a video camera or binoculars," she began to peel the tape.

"No, that probably this!" Tony spat, lifting his box up. "Maybe you should read the card first?" He suggested.

Opening the envelop, Angela's cheeks began to shine.

"What does it say?

Biting her bottom lip, a shy smile crossing her lips, "I knew you would forget something to slip on so he could take it off, so here you go baby, knock his socks off," she read.

Tony's eyes grew big as saucers, "Open it!" He exclaimed enthusiastically.

Peeking in the box, a sly smirk formed, "Nope, you'll have to wait on this one!" She wiggled her eyebrows and winked.

"You're killing me Ange!"

"That's the point," she kissed his cheek, "What's in yours?"

"Probably a camera," he laughed, "She'll probably want videos," he rolled his eyes.

Opening his card, he gasped.

"What's it say," Angela inquired.

With a puzzled look, he read, "I don't think I need to tell you what to do with this but in case I do, let me give you a hint, it goes great with chocolate syrup." He looked down at the table and gasped, "Oh my god, she didn't!" His heart began to race, his eyes bulging.

Angela looked between the table and Tony trying to figure out what piece of the puzzle she was missing, "Tony, what am I missing here? What goes great with chocolate syrup?"

Swallowing hard, Tony opened the box, pulling the cold, aluminum cylinder out, he looked up at her, "This!"

Angela's mouth dropped, "No, no, she couldn't, could she?"

"I didn't tell her!" He exclaimed defensibly.

"I sure as hell didn't tell her!" She returned aghast.

Tony sunk into the couch next to the table and rubbed his head. Taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself, he looked up and caught Angela's eye, "Well," he smiled, "I don't know how she does it but don't guess we can let her efforts go to waste," a twinkle forming in his eyes.

"I guess we can't," she returned seductively. "Perhaps I need to slip on something a little more comfortable and we can try some desserts?" Her tone low and sultry.

"I think I like that idea," Tony stood up.

Taking a step closer into him, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him, "Mind unlacing me?"

"Gladly," he dropped the package and pressed his lips to the crease of her neck as his fingers slowly untied, the lace of her gown. Suckling her neck softly, he carefully pulled each row of the laces, slowly releasing the gown from her bodice, enjoying the feel of her skin against his fingers.

Angela exhaled a breath with a slight moan, "I'll be right back," she turned into him and kissed him passionately. Holding the front of her dress up with one arm across her chest and the other holding her garment box she disappeared down the hall into the master suite.

Making himself more comfortable, Tony removed his tie, cummerbund, shoes and dress shirt then lit a fire. Turning off the lights, the room was set aglow with the flickering of the candles and roaring fire. He pressed repeat on the CD player to ensure that the music would continue and popped open the champagne bottle, pouring each of them a flute of bubbly.

Patting and rubbing his chest nervously, he looked around the room to ensure it all looked perfect in anticipation of Angela's return. He paced, he sat, he stood, he paced some more, "What the hell is taking her so long," he fretted aloud.

"My dress was a little harder to get off than I thought," her soft voice penetrated his ears from behind.

Turning towards her, Tony froze as he caught sight of his bride standing at the end of the hallway, her five-foot eight, slender frame flickering in the candlelight, her blond hair shining with the refection of the fire. He swallowed hard, his eyes blinking rapidly trying to focus through the shadows, "Wowww," he exhaled, his eyes tracking her figure up and down.

"You like?" She extended her arms out next to her reveling a floor-length, white, Chantilly lace and satin robe, gently covering a low cut, matching satin and lace nightgown that didn't leave much to the imagination.

Tony stood speechless, unable to formulate any sort of coherent phrase as his heart began to race, his palms became sweaty and his legs trembled beneath him, "Wowww," he repeated.

Giggling, Angela took a step towards him, further into the flickering light, "I'll take that as a, yes?"

"Yaaaaa," he sighed, "Wowww!"

"You said that already," she giggled again.

"Angela," he stepped towards her, his legs wobbly, "I've never," he paused, "I just," he looked her up and down again, "Wow," he stuttered.

"Are you going to say anything else but wow?" She laughed

"If I could," he continued to stare. Shaking his head, trying to gather his senses, he reached for her hand, "You look absolutely perfect," his words finally finding coherence.

Angela's smile grew as her cheeks began to shine, "Thank you Tony," she retuned nervously, "I didn't pick it though." She shrugged her shoulders shyly.

Taking his hand, her heart began to race feeling him tremble. Why is he so nervous, why am I so nervous, she thought to herself, feeling her own legs grow weak beneath her.

"Champagne," his voice interrupted her thought.

"Yes, I'd like that," she reached for the flute he offered.

"To us," he toasted, clinking the crystals together.

"To us," she repeated, a tremble in her voice.

Gazing into each other eyes as they sipped the bubbly, neither seemed to know what to say.

"Why are we so nervous?" Angela broke the silence and the spell of their intense gaze.

"I don't know," Tony exhaled the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"You'd think this was our first time," she giggled.

"You'd think," Tony sighed nervously. "More champagne," he offered.

"Yes please," she accepted, hoping it would relieve her wedding night jitters.

Sensing her matched uneasy, he grabbed hold of her hand, "Ay oh, oh ay, this is us, right? Tony and Angela, best friends, already lovers,"

"Husband and wife," she interjected with a warm smile.

"Yes, husband and wife," he leaned in, capturing her lips for a soft kiss.

"I don't think it's really sunk in yet, Tony, we're married, we're actually married," she looked down at their joined hand with her wedding band.

"Yes, yes we are," he concurred, "Any regrets?"

"NO!" She exclaimed with certainty, "You," she hesitated.

"Not one," he wrapped his arm around her waist, "It may have taken me eight years to come to my senses, but I plan to spend the next eighty making up for lost time." He crashed his lips to hers passionately.

"Eighty years," she chuckled as their lips parted, "Tony, we'll be a hundred and twenty something," she giggled.

"Yes, we will, and you'll always be two years older," he ribbed, "And I'll always be absolutely crazy about you." He kissed her forehead.

She sighed, "I never thought we'd get here," her voice cracked.

"I didn't either sweetheart," he caressed her cheek, "But you know what they say, anything worth having is worth waiting for and honey, you're worth having."

"And you're everything worth waiting for," she smiled, "Even if it was eight lonnnng, lonely, lingering years," she teased.

"Ya, the scenic route with the blind nun and flat tire," they both laughed.

"It was the path we had to take to get here, my love," she ran her hand down his strong arms. "I don't know if I had to do it over again that I would change a thing," she stated with certainty. "Every moment, every memory, everything we shared and went through had a purpose and I wouldn't trade them for anything because they brought us to today and our perfect wedding. I love you so much, Tony." Her eyes began to swell at the memories of their eight-year journey.

"I love you more than I can put into words," he wiped the single tear that had escaped her eye. Taking the champagne flute from her, he took her hand once again, "Dance with me?" He wrapped his arm around her waist again, taking her right hand in his left.

"You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I want you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know everywhere I go
You're always on my mind
In my heart, in my soul, baby"

"I may not own a thing of any value, and I don't have two dimes worth rubbing together, but owning your heart, makes me the richest man in this world," he pulled her closer burying his face into her neck.

"You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feeling to my life
You're the inspiration
Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me saying
No one needs you more
Than I need you

And I know, yes I know that it's plain to see
We're so in love when we're together
Now I know that I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
Always on my mind, in my heart, in my soul"

Cupping his arms around her shoulders, he leaned her back, trailing her neck with his lips, across her throat, down to her chest, "You look perfect tonight," he whispered as she emitted a slight moan from her throat.

Pulling her back up to face him, their foreheads pressed lightly against each other, Tony entangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head firmly in his hands, "When I saw you walk down that aisle today, in that dress, looking so beautiful, I thought you were the most stunning woman to ever walk this earth but when I saw you standing in that hallway," he motioned his eyes towards the framed wall, "You looked," he hesitated, "I don't even know how to describe it, a vision of perfection and I thought, I surely don't deserve this. How did I ever find a woman, stronger than anyone I know and more beautiful than an angel, to share my dreams with, to carry my secrets, to hold my love forever?" He took a deep breath, his heart racing with passion and unsettled nerves, "I see my future in your eyes, Angela and I want to spend the rest of my life, dancing in the dark with you in my arms, listening to our favorites songs because you are my dream come true and you look perfect tonight!" He crashed his lips upon hers, tears streaming down her cheeks, he lifted her and carried her into the master suite, their lips locked, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, their hearts beating as one.

Laying her down on the king-sized bed, he sat at the edge and set his gaze upon her, his eyes intense and fixed on every inch that his fingers traced along her body starting with her head, he brushed his fingers beneath her hairline, down her cheek bones, around her jawline, to her eyebrows, down her nose, outlining her lips, "Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes fixed back on hers.

Running his hand alongside her neck, he pulled open the lace robe, exposing her bare shoulders that were met with his warm lips as he kissed her shoulder blade, down her arm, to her hand, ending at each finger, giving equal attention to both sides of her luscious body.

An intense warmth spread through her body at the feel of his lips so gently upon her, she sighed at his lingering touch.

Setting his eyes upon hers yet again, he extended his middle finger firmly between his ring and index finger and began to draw an invisible line from her lips, down her neck, between her cleavage, over her stomach, around her belly button, stopping at her bikini line. He paused and returned his eyes to her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing becoming increasingly deeper and her heart rate faster with each minute that passed. "Perfection," he purred as his finger lingered at her bikini line, running back and forth along the satin skirt of her nightgown.

Focusing his attention to her legs, he ran his hand along her inner thigh, over the satin, to the end seem. Slowly pulling the gown up, his hand crawled back up her leg coming to rest at her center. Feeling the warmth between her legs, his fingers traced the triangle of her core, "Heaven," he moaned.

Contracting to his touch, she opened her eyes, releasing a deep breath, "Are you trying to torture me or just enjoying yourself," her tone anxious and aroused.

"Engraving you into my memory," he lowered his body onto hers, capturing her lips to his as his finger pushed into her center. A low guttural moan escaped her throat as she arched into his touch. Slowly finding a rhythm, their lips remained locked while he gently messaged her. Feeling her body vibrate beneath him, his own arousal became more prominent against her hip.

"I want you so bad," she moaned against his mouth, yanking at his shirt with fierce determination.

Removing his hand from her center, he ripped off his shirt as her arms swung around his shoulders, pulling him tight into her. She nuzzled his neck, bit his shoulder and, suckled his chest as a fury of passion ignited between them. He jumped up and relieved himself of his pants and boxers, quickly discarding the silk nightgown and robe that became an unwelcome barrier between them. Hovering his body over her, he pressed his forehead to hers, "I feel like I've waited my whole life for this moment and now that it's here, I'm scared to death," he confessed, his heart racing.

Bringing her hands to cup his face, she kissed his lips softly, "It's time I become Mrs. Anthony Micelli legally and physically," she smiled against his mouth feeling the slow push of his body into hers. They both closed their eyes, their foreheads still pressed against each other's as their first dance in marital bliss began.