The Wedding Supper

Ryan and Marissa said their good byes and slowly moved towards the door. Their escape route to the lifts was unfortunately blocked by several people still wanting to talk with Ryan and have their photo taken with him. Plus many of the men were very keen to be photographed with Marissa, much to their wives amusement since it was obvious that she had eyes for no one but Ryan.

It was slow going but they finally emerged from the room and hastily made their way to the lift lobby.

"I swear, if this thing doesn't hurry up, we're taking the stairs." Ryan exclaimed as he watched the slow movement of the lights indicating the movement of the lifts between the floors. "I don't think that I can smile for the camera anymore or my face will crack."

"And here I was thinking that you were enjoying your time amongst your fans." Marissa teased. "Maybe you'll appreciate that standing and being photographed is actually hard work. I do it for hours on end." Marissa added.

"You're right. I'd rather be labouring on a job site for 8 hours than enduring that again." Ryan replied. He noticed that a lift was about to arrive and gripped Marissa's hand to move and stand in front of the arriving lift. "Now if any one is listening to my prayers then this lift will be empty." Ryan said and then smiled at Marissa lasciviously.

"Why Mr Atwood. Exactly what do you have in mind?" Marissa asked only to have the doors open to reveal an elderly couple inside.

Ryan grimaced and Marissa had to clamp her mouth shut before she laughed out loud as they moved in to the lift. Ryan was hoping that the couple would be getting out well before them, preferably on the next floor but unfortunately the only button pushed was for their own floor. He looked at Marissa who was barely managing to contain her laughter and he started to stroke the palm of her hand with his index finger, leaving her in do doubt as to what he had on his mind.

Marissa's mirth was instantly replaced by a feeling of need for him that was coming from deep within her as she thought about what was to come. How could such a small action from him cause such an intense reaction within her own body? There was an ache starting to build within her that had nothing to do with conscious thought. It seemed as if the messages completely bypassed her brain. She was sure that she couldn't have stopped the feeling even if she had wanted too. … which of course she didn't. The simple fact was that she was in just as big a hurry to be alone with him, as he was with her.

When they arrived at their floor, they let the elderly couple precede them out of the lift doors and then Ryan turned to her and said. "I hope you have your room key with you because I don't have mine."

Marissa was puzzled. It wasn't like Ryan to forget something like that and she thought that she should take the opportunity to tease him about it. "Did you have something else on your mind when we left earlier?"

Ryan smiled. "Perhaps." He replied enigmatically.

Marissa wasn't going to let him get away with it so easily. "I guess if you had to forget something then it was better that it was your key and not the rings." She added as she pulled her card key from her small bag and went to hand it to Ryan.

Ryan shook his head and looked up and down the hallway to make sure that they were now alone. "Why don't you open it." He suggested.

Marissa was bemused. He was acting strangely. But she did as she was told and slipped the card in the lock and as she went to open the door, Ryan swept her off her feet and in to his arms. "Ryan! What are you doing?"

"I'm carrying you over the threshold." He explained as he turned to push the door open with his back and then proceed into the room with Marisa held firmly in his arms.

Marissa was not about to complain. She loved being in Ryan's arms and linked her arms around his shoulders and was about to nuzzle into his neck when she all of a sudden stopped as she became aware of her surroundings. The room had been totally transformed. It was full of dozens and dozens of candles; the bed and parts of the floor covered in rose petals, soft music emanating around them and a champagne and caviar supper was laid out before them. "But what?... How?" Marissa tried to get out.

Ryan gently put her down. He pulled off his suit jacket and threw it over a chair and then moved to open the champagne. "I thought we should have our own celebration." He explained.

"But how?" Marissa tried again to get a coherent sentence out as she looked around the room noticing the vases full of her favourite deep pink roses. It was beautiful; the scene from every girl's dreams, or at least certainly her dreams.

Ryan smiled. "So you like it?" he asked softly and Marissa could sense his insecurity. She couldn't believe just how much trouble he had gone to, to make the day so special for her.

"Like it? I …Ryan … it's … it's … " Marissa started to tear up. She could feel her emotions about to bubble over and she moved to hold him, just wanting to be in his arms.

"Hey. It was supposed to make you happy." He said as he pulled her in to him.

"I am happy. Deliriously. But how did you do this? Surely housekeeping didn't … " Marissa asked.

Ryan shook his head. "No. I didn't think that would be a good idea if we are trying to keep this all a secret. Plus I suspect there are some fire regulations that we are probably breaking. I got everything earlier today and left it in Keith's room and then gave him my key so that he could come and set it all up. Mind you, I think he deserves a bonus he's done such a good job." Ryan said looking around the room.

"So that's why you didn't have your key?"

"Uh huh. I have to admit I was a little concerned that you mightn't have had yours and then I would have had to make a mad dash to reception to get another."

"Well I'm glad that I have at least managed to contribute something to the day."

"I'm expecting a whole lot more from you yet." Ryan said suggestively as he picked up a champagne flute, filled it and then handed it to her.

Marissa looked at it as he filled his own and she couldn't help but watch the crystal clear bubbles as they moved up through the liquid to pop on the surface. She felt her emotions were doing something similar.

"To us?" Ryan asked.

"To us." Marissa replied simply and sipped the crisp liquid.

"Would you like to dance?" Ryan asked almost shyly.

Marissa gazed into his eyes and then nodded. She placed her glass on the table beside his and she moved in to his arms. It was a feeling of coming home and she new that she would never tire of it. To be in his arms was the best feeling in the world.

They moved slowly around the room. It was barely a dance; more a fusion of two people who had become one. This was not about lust but about love in the truest sense of the word. As the song finished Marissa moved to take Ryan's tie off. She wanted to nuzzle into his neck and it was impeding her. Ryan didn't complain and it soon joined his jacket thrown over the chair. Marissa undid a few of the buttons on his shirt and then returned her head to its previous position so that she could nibble on the sensitive places at the base of his neck.

Ryan returned the favour and was moving out along her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he tasted her and when he got to the strap of her dress he changed direction to follow the outline of the dress down in to the plunging dip between her breasts. Marissa's breath shortened as her body waited with anticipation for what he was going to do next. Ryan followed the outline of her dress again and came back up to the other shoulder but this time when he got to the strap of her dress he pulled back and gazed in to her eyes looking for her consent to go further as he placed his hands on the offending straps. They were the only things that were holding her dress in place and keeping her beautiful body from his view.

Marissa smiled. "You don't like my dress on me?"

Ryan returned with a grin. "I love your dress. It's amazing and you look amazing in it. But right now, I think it would look better on the floor." He replied gently a small smile on his face.

Marissa slowly crossed her arms in front of her as she pushed the straps off her shoulders and then shimmied out of the dress as it fell in a cascade of silk to the ground and she stepped out of it. She stood before him in nothing more than a small flesh coloured g-string and her high heels; her arms still crossed in front of her and covering her breasts.

Ryan could feel his body responding to the sight in front of him. He felt like he was in a dream. Could this beautiful vision in front of him really be his wife? How did a guy from Chino ever get so lucky? He waited for her to make a move. He didn't want to break the spell that she had over him.

Marissa watched the changing emotions as they played across Ryan's face; her husband. She stepped towards him and moved her hands to take off his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin against her own. Feel his chest as it moved over her breasts. She pulled the shirt from his shoulders forgetting that she hadn't completely unbuttoned it earlier. But by now she was in desperate need to see him and feel him and so she continued to pull at the shirt until it ripped and gave way. The offending buttons popping off as Ryan smiled at her haste. Marissa moved to rub her now almost painfully erect nipples over him, hoping that the feel of his skin against hers would in some way assuage her need.

Ryan held her to him and kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced as they tasted the sweetness of one another. The kiss increased in intensity as Ryan's hands moved across her back and he hooked his thumb inside the waistband of her g string and pulled it to the floor. Marissa pushed off her shoes and then undid Ryan's belt. She was fumbling with the button on his pants; a sense of urgency to every move she made seemingly making her fingers all thumbs. Ryan could sense her haste and decided to help. After what had happened to his shirt he didn't want to imagine what she would do if she couldn't get his pants off. Once the button was undone Marissa made short work of pulling down the zipper and then his pants and boxers joined her dress on the floor.

Ryan quickly pushed off his shoes and rid himself of his socks and then joined Marissa who had lain down across the bed and was picking up handfuls of rose petals and sprinkling them over her naked body. He watched as she covered her nipples and her mound and then he gently blew his warm breathe across her as the petals scattered back on to the bed leaving her naked again. The feel of the delicate petals on her followed by the heat of Ryan's breath only served to excite Marissa even further. She parted her legs and pulled Ryan on top of her, guiding him into her as she wrapped her legs around him never wanting to let him go. This was what she wanted. He was all she'd ever wanted.