Chapter Twenty-Six
I Disclaim, I really don't want too, but I do.
After the party Dave and Leila retired to her bedroom. This time tomorrow she would be his wife and he was as excited as they come. He was supposed to leave her after the party. He was supposed to follow the traditions of old and not see her on the day of the wedding. He could not leave her or Xander for even this one night. The original plan was to drop her off at the suite's doors, but he couldn't do it. That and she asked him to come in and who was he to deny her anything.
Tonight may be the only night for the next few weeks where they could truly talk to eachother, uninterrupted. His meticulous schedule was to spend the days with just her and his son, traveling the continent, seeing the historic sights and spending the nights with only her. He definitely didn't plan to talk at all each night for the rest of the trip. His mom agreed to travel with them and Xander would bunk in her room. Dave planned on making Leila scream his name every night on this honeymoon and it was something he didn't want his son to hear.
He had stripped down to his boxers and was lying in bed listening to the sounds of this beautiful foreign country. They'd have to go further north to fulfill some of Leila's dreams and that trek would start Tuesday, but for now, Friday night, he listened to nature just outside the patio doors. Leila walked out of the bathroom and climbed in bed pressing her body to him. She took a deep breath and sighed, content with feeling him against her. "Feel better?" He asked as he rubbed her back with his fingertips.
All she did was mumble her answer. "Are you still sticky?" He smirked as he thought back to just an hour ago when the bachelor/ bachelorette parties were in full swing. Not one person was sober and anyone not willing to participate in the sexual events unfolding were sent straight to their rooms.
No one was disrespectful of another, but they all partook of the fruits of their significant others, not caring who saw them. The patio was filled with husbands and wives, lovers and friends, everyone was together in one space, but each couple was in their own world. It started like any other party, everyone mingled and laughed, having a great time. Until Leila let her inhibitions go and accepted the challenge issued by her best friend. She was about to get a full salute from every man in attendance as she did her shot, properly.
Dave stood behind her and held her hands to his thighs. She could have sworn this table was chosen on purpose since it was low to the ground and she'd be in a very interesting position. She let her hands wrap around Dave's thighs and she held him firmly against her as she bent forward, arching her back for added visual effects. Dave had to watch so he leaned into her back and watched over her shoulder, kissing the back of her neck and moaning only loud enough for her to hear. The anticipation was killing him and Leila could tell he was aroused by her impending shot.
Dave's hands were on her inner thighs and he let his thumbs stroke her in what appeared to be an innocent motion. Leila however felt the exact location his thumbs were rubbing against and she raised her head putting it against Dave's shoulders pushing him up just enough to slide her tongue visibly into his mouth. An audible groan could be heard from the men and women as they watched the enchanting couple tease eachother to see who would submit first. She let her arms reach back and hold Dave's head as she broke the kiss, bent forward bringing him with her, wrapping her lips around the shot glass and leaning back to stand straight up. She swallowed the blowjob and brought one hand to remove the glass from her mouth. She looked into Dave's eyes and licked the rim making sure he saw the whipped cream on her tongue.
And now this was officially the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. It bordered NC-17. It was the nastiest shot she'd ever done, but the cheers from the crowd let her know her mission had been accomplished. She kept her eyes on him as she backed up to the dance floor motioning for him to just bring it. He hated dancing but right now he was so hypnotized by the goddess in front of him he couldn't think of anything but his hands on her body. At first the other couples just watched them, mesmerized by the raw heat created by the two lovers. She pulled his head slowly to her and kept her eyes locked on him. Her hands held him in place as her tongue slowly licked his bottom lip and proceeded to invade his hungry mouth.
His arms wrapped around her gently yet commanding she yield to him. His hand that was ever present on her lower back took its rightful place and the other held her ribs directly under her breast. He held her firmly in place as they began to sway to the music, letting their tongues taste what the other had to offer. They were a stunning couple and it was hard not to watch the scene developing in front of them. Dave leaned into her moving his mouth to her neck and Leila let her head fall back as she let Dave bend her body bend backwards into his arms. Her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip as he let his lips brush her skin.
When he slowly pulled her back up he let his face hover over hers, taunting her as he licked his lips. Leila's hands moved up his abs squeezing them as she progressed. She dug her nails into his chest extra hard so he felt it through his shirt. He clenched his jaw as her hands gripped the shirt where the top button was buttoned. Her bedroom eyes, her lips swollen from his kiss, the body he knew was just under the thin fabric held him hostage, but he wasn't fighting the captivity. As hard as she could Leila yanked the shirt open sending buttons bouncing along the stone patio. More guttural sounds from their audience but she didn't care, the alcohol was letting her be free, and all she wanted was to feel his naked skin against her.
Her mouth was on his sculpted chest instantly, nipping at his body, licking every inch of what would forever be hers. Dave's hand wove into her hair and he pulled her head back locking her gaze to his once again. He wanted her exposed to him, he wanted to devour her, and he needed a physical release. If he was going to suffer, so was she and right now he was thankful she changed after dinner. He knew what she was wearing under her midriff-baring tank top and low hung skirt. She wore this intentionally to torture him; the ankle length skirt with a slit completely up the front of her thigh showcased her assets and tormented Dave.
He put her arms above her head and moved his to the bottom of her top. He slid it up and off her tossing it to the side as she wouldn't be needing that anymore. His kiss was magnetic and so soft she thought she was melting. He broke from her and grabbed the nearest chair pushing her into it. He got his own chair and placed it directly in front of hers; so close to hers she had to spread her legs to make room. The smirk on his beautiful face told her of impending doom on her most erogenous areas. When he sat down he draped her legs over his and pulled her ass so she was pressing into him. Her back was still against the chair and her chest was heaving with anticipation. She was drowning in her reality and would have to thank Dave later for moving the skirt to cover her freshly waxed center.
He moved her arms back above her head causing her body to stretch before his gaze. His hand went to her throat and pushed her chin up so her head fell back with her arms. He held the shot glass high enough so she could see it and she opened her mouth as his wrist turned to spill the drink onto her. He let the drink pour slowly and when he knew she'd had enough he let it spill down her neck and between her breasts. Her back instinctively arched when his tongue met the liquid on her sensitive flesh. Dave ensured all the drink had been removed from her neck, chest and ribs and just as he was finishing Leila jerked forward and shoved Dave back in his seat. One hand pressed against his chest and the other took the glass from his hand.
Leila repeated the same steps Dave had just done to her only she let the liquid run all the way to his belly button. She moved her ass back into her seat and bent forward letting her tongue trail up Dave's tense abs and chest. As soon as she reached his neck his hands were all over her. He swiftly pulled her into his lap eliciting a gasp from her, "Ooh daddy is that for me?" She asked as she subtly rocked her hips against him. His hands dug into her hips and pushed down letting her know how much was for her. Leila's arms were around his neck and she gave him feather-like kisses luring him into her control yet again.
Stephanie couldn't stand anymore and pulled Paul to the dance floor. Her body wasn't anywhere near Leila's and she knew she wouldn't be removing any clothing of her own, but she let the alcohol consume her and she brought her husband into the riveting surroundings that had everyone spell bound. Others were lost in the moment and clothes began piling up along the patio.
The misters that were hidden along the patios trellises, the up lights hidden along the landscaping and the music coming from the deejay added an allure, a sexual allure that couldn't be denied. Sweaty, muscular shirtless men held their taut, beautiful women against their bodies lost in their own carnal worlds, dancing to their own sensually hypnotic beats.
"Dave…David." Leila was watching him and noticed the sudden change down below. He looked down at her as she lay against his chest. "Where were you just now?" She asked smiling up at him.
"I'm still on the patio." He chuckled at his confession. "That was definitely a first for me and I'm sorry I let the mood take over." He had removed her top and let the world see her in her bra.
"It's okay, good thing I wasn't wearing a nursing bra." She giggled back at him and a little blush crept up to his cheeks. He pulled away from her to turn off the lights and watched as the moonlight took over the room. She patted the spot next to her and he crawled up to take it. She rolled away from him and waited until he was behind her before she backed up and let his arms engulf her. They looked out taking in the moon and stars, both of them thinking of what lie ahead.
"I am so in love with you." He whispered and kissed her neck. He held her left hand in his and played with her engagement ring. "Will you do me a favor?" Leila shook her head in response. He took a deep breath as he prepped to verbally confirm her suspicions. "Will you marry me tomorrow?"