Okay, so my updates are taking forever and I apologize. I hope those are still interested in reading. The last update I think just got like 2 reviews, but two reviews is better than none, so thank you to those that take the time to write one. I love reading them. Um, so yeah, this just came out of nowhere. I had planned on just getting on with them returning back on the road, but then I thought, hey, let's just write a nice celebratory chapter with some Skye/Joe action. So, if you're not into the whole mature content than just look over the middle part. It's all probably really corny, but ugh wouldn't every woman want a guy like him? Anyway, enjoy!
An hour after his romantic proposal, Joe and Skye stumbled into their suite locked in a passionate embrace as they crossed the threshold of the doorway.
Pulling her lips from his, she breathed, "We really should call our families and tell them the news..." She dropped her sandals that she was carrying near the door and stared up at him brightly.
"Later," he chuckled as he quickly closed the door and pulled her back against him again. "I think celebrating would be so much better right now than the hour long phone calls."
She giggled as his hands gripped her multi-colored maxi dress at her hips, bunching it in his hands. "I suppose the phone calls could wait until morning."
"Now you're talking," he smirked, and reconnected their lips.
As their lips fought for control, Skye's hands began fiddling with his belt buckle as his own hands slid behind her to cup her ass in his large palms.
She released a soft gasp into their open-mouthed kiss as he gave her ass a squeeze.
He pried his lips off and beckoned, "Come. Let's move this toward the bedroom."
"Lead the way," she cooed, expecting him to offer her a hand, but was suddenly swept off her feet as he scooped her up bridal style in his arms. After she squeaked in surprise and clutched her arms around his neck for extra support. "A little warning next time," she muttered, shooting him a wide-eyed gaze.
"What? I'm just practicing for the honeymoon," he shrugged nonchalantly as he began heading in the direction of the bedroom.
Shaking her head, she allowed the Samoan to carry her as her stomach fluttered at his statement about getting in some practice for the wedding night. It just made it all so real.
Soon her mind filled with various images of what that day would entail, but soon its focus was elsewhere when her eyes had locked onto the beautiful scene laid out before her as Joe came to a halt at the entrance of the bedroom.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she took it all in – the rose petals and candles forming a pathway toward the large bed where more petals were scattered all over the covers forming a heart-shape.
"I hope those are happy tears," he whispered, nuzzling her hair.
"It's..." She released a soft, shuddering breath. "I can't believe that you did all of this."
"I wanted this to be memorable – perhaps not as memorable as the night, but in my top five favorite moments," he told her as he lowered her back down.
She grinned, "There's a top five – sexual or non-sexual?"
He matched her grin, "A mixture of both. I mean they are my top five."
"Can I hear them," she questioned, coyly as she played with the bottom button of the button-up shirt he wore.
His hand lifted to her shoulder to slide a finger under the spaghetti strap, lowering it from her shoulder slowly. "Perhaps...as long as articles of clothing follow after each revelation," he insisted, his eyes never leaving hers.
With a small nod, she affirmed, "Deal. Please share."
"Alright," he conceded and lightly cleared his throat. "Number five would be the first moment that I ever laid my eyes on you – I was never one to believe in love at first sight, but I could definitely see how it could be possible – I mean I remember everything about that encounter..."
"Yeah, you ruined one of my favorite tank tops," she pointed out playfully.
"Last I remember you said that it was from Target and it was on clearance," he reminded with a chuckle. "I highly doubt it was missed."
"True," she relented with a shrug. "So, our first meeting lands on the top 5."
"Of course," he nodded. "One of the best days of my life," he added. "To think it may have taken until I finally made the main roster to get that opportunity to meet you and who knows it might not have gone the same way."
"Why do you say that," she asked with a slight pout.
He shrugged a shoulder, "You were the reason I felt that I could succeed on the main roster, baby girl. You believed in me. If I didn't have you behind me while in FCW, I probably would have passed on joining The Shield and stayed until I felt ready for the opportunity to come again. So, without having you I might never had been there and you might have met someone else."
Her mind couldn't even fathom the idea of anyone else standing in front of her – no one other than Joe.
"I'm not usually a fate kind of girl," she began. "However, I believe that we would've somehow found each other."
A small smile appeared upon his face as he nodded, "I'm glad that we could bypass all that and be right here, right now."
"Me too," she agreed, and then began unbuttoning his shirt. "Since you seem to have more articles of clothing on, I think we should start losing some, you think?"
"Of course," he stated, allowing her to rid him of the shirt.
After giving his chest her usual look of approval, she motioned with her hand, "Now, go on with the list."
"Number four," he continued, "would be our first kiss."
"We've had many kisses that followed that one, so what makes it so special?"
"Because every kiss with you is like the first," he explained which warmed her cheeks. "I just can't wait for that moment that I get to kiss you as your husband."
"Shoes and socks," she ordered, gulping. She blinked back the tears stinging her eyes.
"As you wish," he answered lovingly and did as she asked. "Would you like for me to continue with my list?"
"Are the rest going to make me cry," she questioned with a chuckle as she wiped at her eyes.
He cupped her face, "I can't predict anything, but I promise I'll make you feel better when I'm through."
Catching his meaning, she nodded, "Okay, then go on."
"So, the third would be the very first time that I could feel what it was like to be inside you..." His body closed in on hers and his breath brushed her ear. "And just like the kisses, every time feels like first – and I do mean every time, baby girl." He placed a soft kiss to the area behind her ear then peppered her neck with kisses causing her to release a soft moan.
"Pants," she requested hoarsely, fumbling for them herself and helping him with the belt. As she continued ridding him of his belt, he kept placing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the junction of her neck and shoulder. She swallowed, "And number two?"
"Tonight," he stated, pulling his lips from her skin for brief moment. He reached for her left hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond on her ring finger. "The moment you said yes and now – I want to make love to my fiancée and make this night complete."
His jeans dropped to his ankles and he kicked them away. He reached for the straps of her dress and let them drop down her arms which caused the top portion to fall as well, revealing her bare, perky breasts to him.
He licked his lips as soon as they were revealed and he dropped to his knees to be leveled with her stomach, his hands went for the fallen material, gathered at her waist. He leaned forward to place a gentle kiss under her navel, inhaling deeply.
"You still have one more on the list," she reminded, biting her bottom lip.
"To be determined," was his response which caused her to raise a brow. He grinned up at her. "We still have the wedding and the birth of our children – I'm saving the number one spot for our future – our life together."
As the tears filled her eyes, she brushed her left hand against the side of his face, "What'd I do to deserve you?"
"I ask my question all the time about you," he admitted, turning his face slightly so that he could kiss the palm of her hand. His dark gaze never left hers. "I want to show you how much I want to make this night you'll never forget."
"It'll be pretty hard for me to forget this," she told him in earnest. "But show away."
With a smirk, he tugged down the elastic waistline of the dress and let it flow downward to her ankles which left her in just her nude colored, lace panties. He seized the garment with his fingers and slid it downward to join the fallen dress below. As his gaze took in her exposed sex, he licked his bottom lip, and refrained from leaning forward to have a taste.
Instead, he climbed back up to his feet and didn't waste any time reclaiming her lips in a slow, tender kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist tightly, and holding her firmly to his chest.
As the kiss turned more passionate, his arms loosened and soon she felt his hands slide down to clutch behind her thighs, lifting her upward. In response, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, never breaking lip contact.
He carried her across the pathway of rose petals toward the bed with the candles being the only form of light guiding him the way. Carefully, he lowered her down upon the scattered rose petals, the bed sinking with the weight of their bodies.
Once his body was settled upon hers, his left hand slid upward, over her sides and ribs then inward to cup her soft breast, slowly kneading it.
She broke the seal of their kiss, releasing a gasp. Her breasts always seemed so sensitive to his touch. They seemed to rise up and get firmer in his hand every time. In response to her obvious pleasure from his actions, his body moved downward so that his mouth could latch onto her other breast while his hand squeezed and his fingers pinched the nipple of the left one.
Her body arched up off the bed as she buried her fingers in his hair. The way that he sucked and pulled at them drove her wild.
"Joe," she moaned, her body resting upon the bed once more.
His lips paused against her flesh, "Yes, baby girl?"
"You're still wearing an article of clothing," she accused quietly as she brought her foot up and let her big toe brush against the waistband of his boxer briefs.
"Well," he smirked. "Let's fix that shall we?"
Once the underwear was gone, he let his hand glide up and down the length of her body before allowing it to travel to the apex of her legs, caressing her before slipping two fingers between her folds.
To his delight, his fingers were welcomed into her warm, wet pussy.
"Mmm," she practically purred, spreading her legs a bit. "As much as I would love for your fingers to please me – I want something else – something much bigger."
His cock seemed to swell more in pride. "Anything you want, baby," he assured. "It's your night."
"Our night," she corrected as his fingers withdrew, causing her to ache from within.
"You're absolutely right," he agreed, his eyes filling with lust. He rose up to his knees, wrapping his hands under her legs and pulling her into him. "My fiancée," he voiced, causing her to shiver. His movements had raised her ass up and caused her to rest the lower part of her thighs around his waist, opening her up to him more.
He licked at his finger before smoothing it over her clit. She knew why, he wanted to get her ready for him, but there had been no need. She was so wet that it literally leaked out of her. He pumped his finger in a few times then he put his finger back up to his lips and sucked it in. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he acted like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
"I need you inside me," she whined. With that, he grabbed her by the hips and shoved himself inside of her, wasting no time.
He let out a sound that let her know just how much her body pleased him. His arms pulled her upper have upward, so their chests were touching and she grinding against him, taking him deeper. His hands glided over the skin encasing her ribcage and on up to where the hooked under her armpits, lifting her up and down his cock at a slow, agonizing pace.
Their noses touched as she rose and fell, her breaths turning into harsh gasps as the feel of him overcame her to the point that she was almost afraid to breathe. His large hands remained where they were as their open lips brushed against the others. Her hands gripped his shoulder, her head falling back slight with her eyes closing.
He took this opportunity to place hot kisses to the column over throat as she released tiny whimpers as she took him in deeper. With a few mores strokes upward then downward again, she felt her head go light and her body began falling back toward the mattress with her head resting on the soft pillow.
His body followed, never breaking the connection between them. Once they were settled, he began moving again – in and out steadily.
As he thrusted into her, he watched as her lids opened and the explosion of emotion flooded her eyes as their gaze met.
He moved in and out of her sensually, almost reverently. He wanted her to always remember that this feeling of fullness would always be there between them – he would guarantee it.
His eyes continued marveling at her from above and he couldn't help, but feel the overwhelming realization that he would be feeling this way this - complete feeling – forever now that she had accepted his proposal.
This awareness caused his actions to quicken as he lowered his chest so he could press his lips to hers again, kissing her deeply as their movements continued in sync.
He grunted against his lips, panting, "Almost there, Skye."
Her hands flattened themselves against the smooth skin of his back, readying herself for her own release. "Give it to me, baby," she urged.
"Oh, I will," he vowed and grinned when he found that spot of hers.
Biting her bottom lip, her fingers curled and her nails began clawing at his back as the first ripples of her orgasm began building inside of her, fluttering, and turning her into jelly.
He hissed as her nails dug in, but he couldn't let her actions send him over the edge just yet.
He reclaimed her lips in an urgent kiss as his thrusts continued rapidly.
She tore her lips from his, "God, I can't..." She cried out when his hand slipped between them to begin rubbing against her clit, ridding her of what little restraint she had left. Her upper body rose into his as she reached her peak, her arms clutching his large upper half tightly as she rode out her climax.
"That it," he encouraged as his motions slowed, but didn't cease. Their eyes locked once more and her eyes stared up into his. He lowered his head, so their foreheads brushed together. "Forever," he panted as he felt himself losing control. "It will be like this forever," he promised her. She gave him a quick, assuring nod as she tightened her legs around him, drawing him deeper.
Still coming off her high from her release, Skye's eyes focused on her sexy Samoan above her. His eyes were as continued his motions in and out. Her hands could feel the muscles in his back flexing and contorting with each of his thrusts.
He was so unbelievably erotic during their loving making that it made her body bloom when she watched him in the middle of ecstasy. In fact, she may very well be on her way to another orgasm if he didn't hurry up with is own. Not to mention the way that he practically worshiped her body. How could she not feel honored every time that he made love to her?
Hooking her arms back around him, she lifted her upper body off the bed and began kissing his throat. When her lips reached his jawline, it seemed to stiffen which meant that he was very close to reaching his peak of orgasm. So, she moved her kisses back to the area behind his ear, moving some of his fallen hair back. Darting her tongue out, she brought it to his earlobe, sucking it in.
That did it.
With a few more deep-seated thrusts, his body stiffened as he found his release. His face buried itself in her neck as he released a loud moan as he emptied his seed within her smoldering depths.
As his body recovered and fell upon her own, he remained inside of her. He felt her hands slightly move up and down his damp back.
They remained silent as they steadied their breathing before he slowly slipped out of her and moved to lie beside her body, rolling onto his back.
He released a deep breath before turning his head to look at her, "I mean that, baby girl, and it's going to be like that every time."
Chuckling, she turned to lie on her side, propping her head up and resting it on her hand as she observed him – his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
With her left hand, she ran it over his powerful chest. "Just like the first," she agreed. "You do know what gets my body hot."
He grinned, "As do you." His right hand reached for the hand resting upon his chest, linking the fingers. His eyes went to the ring on her finger. "Did I make this night memorable?"
"You make every moment memorable."
"How so?"
With a smile, she shrugged a shoulder. "You're not the only one with a Top Five."
His brow rose with interest, "Oh really?"
"Hmm hmm," she nodded. "Would you like to hear them?"
"Of course," he answered. "Are they sexual or nonsexual?"
She giggled upon hearing her exact words from earlier. "A mixture of both," she stated, repeating his own words. "In fact, some of them have been mentioned on your list." She cleared her throat and continued, "The fifth would be, I agree, our first meeting. I had gone years from one bad relationship to the next then I was just settling for whatever I could get."
She gave him a small, thoughtful smile.
"I mean I was just there to see some wrestling and this huge – very hot," she added with a wink for which he chuckled, "man just came barging into my life when just seemed like I was bound to be alone."
"You'll never be alone again," he swore as he kissed her hand joined with his own.
"Believe me, I haven't felt that way in a long time, babe," she assured. "Now moving on before I get too emotional to finish..." Her throat cleared again. "Number four would be when you told me you loved me." She chuckled lightly. "Granted, I reacted poorly, but it made everything so real. I mean I had finally found him – someone who thought me worthy of their love."
She swallowed, feeling the stinging in her eyes.
"Moving on," she stated, her voice cracking slightly, but managing to keep the tears at bay. "Um, the third, would be – the same as your number three – our first night together with those many, many days and nights that followed. I was insecure – very scared that I wasn't going to measure up to your expectations."
"I hope you've learned that you have vastly exceeded them," he put in, grinning at her. "I've told you many times that I cannot get enough of you."
"And I of you," she told him, meeting him half-way to accept his kiss. When she pulled away, she smiled again. "You always make me feel worshiped and safe. It's never been like that until you. Do you think that it will continue that way? Even years down the line... will it always feel it does now?"
His eyes stared into hers, "I can't really predict the future, but I know that we'll find any ways necessary to make sure that spark between us doesn't die."
She flashed him a naughty look, "I'm sure we can find ways of spicing things up."
"Perhaps a little action backstage," he winked.
She snorted, "I swear, you won't let up on that, will ya?"
"I'm sure we wouldn't be the first WWE couple to get it on backstage, babe," he pointed out.
"Moving on," she laughed, shaking her head. "Number two would definitely be, tonight, all of it." Her eyes moved to her left ring finger then back at her fiancée. "It's been perfect, everything I could dream of and more. A woman dreams of this – the day she is proposed to and I'm no exception. To be honest, I didn't know if I truly wanted this. I mean I thought I was at this point with AJ years ago when I found a ring. I was just too naïve to realize that that ring was meant for someone else." She didn't want to dwell or think about that time in her life especially not now.
After all, she was finally wearing a ring on that finger now and lying next to the person that she was going to spend her life with. It was happening for her presently and with a man that was meant for her.
And that's when the tears finally broke the surface, "I know I shouldn't think about those things, but I find when I do it makes me realize how perfect our life is going to be."
"It already is," he pointed out as he released their joined hands and reached over to brush her hair back. "Now, what's your number one?"
She scooted closer and pulled herself up onto his chest. "It hasn't happened yet. It hasn't been written for us, but if you ask me sixty years from now – I'm sure it'll be everything in between now and then."
"I have no doubt," he whispered. "We have many chapters ahead in our story – I can't wait."
"Me either," she established. With a glint in her eyes, she beamed, "I say that we keep on celebrating," she told him, boldly. "The night is still young."
He grinned, "Well, let us waste another single moment."
She giggled as he looped an arm around her and pulled her more atop his naked form and the celebrating resumed until both their bodies were spent.
How was it? Romantic? Corny as hell? Awful? I know I keep bringing up bits of her past. I've even thought of doing a flashback type chapter with her experiences with Randy Orton and AJ Styles. If you'd be interested let me know. How crazy is it that AJ Styles is now on the main roster and debut at the Royal Rumble and fought initially with Roman Reigns? I kept thinking about "How can I use this for future?" It's kind of like the whole feud with Randy and Roman in 2014. I just want to say that I have many ideas for the story. I've had them since the very beginning when I began thinking about writing it prior to Wrestlemania 30. Of course when I finally began writing it in August things had occurred and well it will be going a bit differently and I'm still trying to decide how I'm going to get it to that point. It's been a STRUGGLE. So, I'm asking all of you for some input. What would you like more of? Less of? What are you liking and disliking. Please give me your opinions. Thank you!