68. A torturing day
It had been the lamest reason to come up with, just simply to be alone. They watched their baby girl sleeping peacefully in her crib. Rose had laid her down for a nap after the ceremony and now the party was fully going on the couple had sneaked away. Of course with the excuse to check on their baby. But within a few seconds they left the baby room to walk towards their bedroom. 'I've seen you glancing at me Mr. Ryan', Stevie said teasing before they entered the room, her first. 'I couldn't help myself Mrs. Ryan'. Alex showed her a smirk, his hands relaxed in his pockets of his black suit.
There were meters between the two and Stevie observed him. He looked so damn fine in his black suit, showing her that playful light smirk on his face. Blue eyes that clearly showed how big the plans were in his mind. She just knew he was undressing her with his eyes. She could see his gaze trail down her body, when he wetted his lip she gazed longingly back. The left side of her lower lip between her teeth, holding a smile that showed perfectly fine how pleased she was with the view in front of her. She let out a soft sigh, a sigh that Alex' ears gave the full attention. He wanted her to sigh, to moan, and to completely have her. Like she said in her vow; he had her heart, her soul and her body; for eternity. There was nothing he wanted more and he wanted it now.
He simply couldn't wait till tonight, their wedding night. He had waited so long and she was so beautiful, so sexy, sometimes covered with a layer of innocence. But one look could change it all and when she showed that certain look it made him go wild. Fantasies possessed his mind. To have her, to feel their bodies connect, to be one. She was his wife and somehow it still felt that she didn't completely belong to him.
The night they shared together almost a year ago seemed so far away. It had been perfect and how much he tried to get that ecstatic feeling back Alex knew she was the only one who could give it to him. His wife, the woman of his dreams, the mother of his child, his best mate. She was his everything, but at this moment she mostly was the woman that drove him crazy. Totally, he never had wanted a woman as badly as he wanted her. He gazed up, not willing to see more of her; that broken white dress which showed her every curve so brilliantly. She saw his lips separate from each other and his eyelids closed. He had a hard time.
Stevie had to smile; she knew it, she could tell and she knew exactly how it felt. All she wanted was he, but there was this party going on. They would come search for them and she knew that some of them would make the remark about what they were up to. Yes, the tension had been obvious, obvious for so long, but today it was their highlight. The love that embraced them, the longing to be together. To forget the world and just be as one.
She took a few soft steps towards him, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Her white cowboy boots were brushing along the floor. Her hand slid to his arm, his hand. He could feel it, but didn't change his position. Her hand moved over his, inside his pocket. Her thumb started to caress the skin on the back of his hand; the same constant move. It felt like this move got from his hand, to his body. Alex breathed out to keep his cool. He could feel her breathing fall on his neck. Alex knew her mouth was this close to his skin; her hair was softly caressing his jaw. Stevie could feel his breathing; it was intense, concentrated on every move she made.
They were torturing each other, knowing in the back of their minds they couldn't do this. Not the way they wanted it to be, but they weren't sure if their bodies could fulfill the fantasies in their minds. Her fingers kept caressing the back of his hand with slow moves; almost kneading. She stood on her toes to reach for his face and placed her lips on the corner of his mouth. She moved further, placing his lower lip between her lips, softly massaging it. Alex could feel his stomach turn. He tried to block the arousal that was going through his body. She knew so well how to turn him on. Alex tried to not move his lips, but it was a lost battle anyway. He would give in sooner of later.
Stevie could feel his mouth pressed against hers, firm, his tongue pressing against her upper lip, screaming to let him in and when she did there was an uncontrolled eagerness showing. It was a constant asking for more, her hand pulled his head closer, lower, hard against her lips. So hard it made their teeth join in the battle. Their noses were pressing between their faces. The passion was almost getting on with hurt. His hands, frustrated with her moves, had moved out of his pockets to her waist, sliding lower to feel the curves of her behind, pressing her body against his. He wanted her so badly; she could feel the evidence pressing against her stomach, letting him moan. Their bodies seem to join every move of their mouths and their tongues.
The stairs started to make some noise, people were talking and Stevie realized she heard the voice of her daughter. She didn't want Rose to find them like this; she quickly pulled Alex with her, closer to the door and locked it. Her lips let go of his eager treatment followed with a sigh, her back leaning against the door. She closed her eyes and tried to make her body cool down. Alex was breathing heavy; he knew he had to be silent, but his whole body was struggling. He pressed his lips tightly together, his teeth clinched from frustration. Alex looked at her and his big hand reached for her face. She leaned into his touch immediately, opening her brown eyes. 'We can't do this Alex. We have to wait.' He let out a sigh, knowing she was right.
'Hey Ace do you know where your mummy and daddy are?', they heard Rose say in the corridor. Stevie raised her hand, laying her index finger vertically on her lips to plead Alex to stay quiet. 'They probably are making out somewhere', Jodi filled her in. Stevie rolled her eyes at Alex and couldn't suppress a smile. She knew they were hopeless and everyone knew. That's what you get with such a hen's party. They finally heard footsteps on the stairs, getting downstairs. Stevie rubbed her face. Alex blew out and tried to relax his body. 'They say this has to be the most beautiful day of your life, not the most torturing day', it sounded from under his breath. 'Just a few more hours', she whispered, while Alex moved his face closer to press his now so gentle and soft lips on her cheek.