Luca
I felt my breath catch as her music cued and the doors of the ballroom opened to welcome my bride. It was as if time slowed in that moment while I watched her walking towards me, head held high with confidence in the decision she was making to spend her life me. She looked every bit like queen she was as she approached with that easy, unintentionally sensual stride of hers. My eyes stung from what suspiciously felt like tears causing me to blink furiously in denial that this woman could bring me to the point of weakness so often and so easily. Half the time not even realizing what she was doing to me. Simultaneously my body stirred in a way only Kimberly could provoke, I had to will myself to calm down and not embarrass us both before the ceremony even began. I forced my eyes away from her body, to focus on her face. Though it was covered by a veil I could still see her grinning broadly underneath, as my father escorted her up the aisle. I couldn't help but smile as well, only further confusing myself with this roller-coaster of emotions I was experiencing. She finally reached her designated place and my father placed her hands in mine signaling the official start of the wedding ceremony.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Luca Nari Giordano and Kimberly Savanna Howard."
I found myself listening intently to every word the officiating minister said, internally promising myself and Kimberly to honor them always. Then came the time to exchange rings.
We watched in a amusement as the ring bearers, our one year-old nephews, came toddling down the aisle guided by their parents. Traditionally they would have entered before the bride but it would have been impossible to keep them standing in one place for the entire ceremony. Damiano diverted and started towards my mother, but Lia quickly got him back on track then as if on cue Matteo decided that it was time to go potty, he stopped right by our feet, stooped down and proceeded to go very loudly in his diaper. Mortified, Damian snatched him up quickly and tossed the pillow with Kim's ring secured to it in my direction, before making a beeline for the door. I caught it by reflex, just in time to hear Damiano crying after his brother who was being toted away by their father. The twins were rarely separated and this day would clearly be no exception to their rule. Lia shoved my ring at Kim and tried desperately to soothe the baby as she hurried out of the room. Our guests chuckled in good-nature and I had to bite my lip in to avoid laughing as well. We exchanged our vows confidently and clearly, for everyone witnessing our union to hear. When it came time for us to to say our I do's, there was no hesitation in either of us and that settled something in my soul that I hadn't even known was off kilter.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
I pushed her veil back from her face, finally being able to look into my wife's happily sparkling eyes. She took my distraction as her cue to steal the show, pulling me towards her and planting on my lips a kiss so intense that it left us both momentarily dazed. I grinned when I regained my senses and was pleased to see Kim wearing a goofy smile of her own.
"Well come on everyone, let's party!" She shouted.
My cousins whooped and cheered while the rest of the guests applauded and whistled as Kim and I made our way out of the room as Mr and Mrs Giordano.
The reception was held in gardens of the estate. It went off more or less without a hitch. The twins were happy to be out of their wedding suits and toddling from adult to adult sampling whatever foods were left unattended. Zidana bounced in her father's lap cooing and giggling loudly at the boys' mischief, it would be mayhem when she finally learned to walk and could be a part of their posse.
As was customary, Kim and I greeted guests and made small talk. We cut our cake and fed each other a small chunk. Then the master of ceremonies called us out for our first dance as man and wife to Kim's favorite song, For You by Kenny Lattimore. As we swayed in each other's arms I couldn't help but resonate with the words of the song. Kim had come along and completed me, so much so that there wasn't anything I wouldn't do or give for her. That thought in mind, I leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. She hadn't been expecting it so she was briefly surprised before she melted against my body and returned my kisses with some of her own.
"How long do we have to stay at our own reception?" She whispered against my lips.
"I'm not sure, it's my first time."
She laughed and playfully punched my shoulder at my corny but funny-enough-to-laugh-at joke. I totally understood her concern as I had grown quite hard during our dance and even more so after that kiss.
"Let's go inside and change for our flight," I suggested, lightly squeezing her hand so she understood my meaning.
We made our intentions known, although I distinctly felt that everyone knew exactly what we were going to do. Not that either of us cared.
Once we made it up the stairs to the second floor and out of the sight of any roaming guests or staff I pulled her into my arms. She gave in immediately, threw her arms around my neck and accepted my feverish kisses. Our breaths came in short pants as our eagerness to join came pouring out in every kiss and frantic touch.
"Bedroom," she mumbled almost incoherently as my mouth muffled her words.
Fortunately, I wasn't too far gone so I heard her request and complied. I picked her up and brought her to our bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. I laid her on the bed and couldn't help but recall the first time I made love to her and now here I was about to love her umpteenth but this time as her husband.
"How much do you love this dress?" I asked,trailing kisses along top of her ear and down her jawline.
"If you damage it I'll destroy you," she said, but still managed to sound impossibly sexy.
Deciding to heed her warning, I helped her carefully out of her dress. She laid before me now, breasts bared and nothing but a scrap of white lace covering her delicate mound. I groaned at the sight, but mustered up the control to step back and undress myself. I watched her eyes follow my every move as I removed my clothing piece by piece, pleased by the way her breathing grew shallow as more of my skin was exposed. I contemplated leaving my boxers on then decided against it, choosing instead to bare myself to her entirely. She whimpered in anticipation as I approached the bed and my member twitched in response, eager for her as she was for me. I knelt between her legs leaning forward to kiss her lips briefly before moving on to her pert breasts. I dropped kisses around her taut nubs, purposely avoiding them to prolong the torture.
"Luca," she breathed.
I cupped both mounds in my palms, pressed them together then leaned towards her again, this time taking one rosy tip between my lips. Her sharp moan at the sudden contact whipped through the otherwise quiet room. Taking that as my cue to give her more, I showered her with kisses, nips and nibbles, alternately suckling on each of her straining buds. My kisses trailed downwards and her hips bucked in response. I knew she was beyond ready and that we'd have to be quick so as to return to our reception. Though there were no doubts as to what we were doing, we still needed to be present out of courtesy.
I ripped away her underwear, feasting my eyes on her moist pink core. I contemplated pleasuring her with my mouth first but knew that would only prolong the torture for us both. Deciding against that, I put it aside on my to do list for when we were honeymooning in Hawaii. There'd be plenty of time to thoroughly make love to her once they we left.
Hooking her knees over my arms, I asked for her eyes and watched them glazed over in pleasure as I slid into her warmth. Her muscles spasmed around my shaft, indicating to me that she wasn't very far from completion. I started stroking her passage with a steady motion, pleasure coursing down my spine with each gasp she emitted. My movements grew more fervent as the end drew near, I could feel her contracting around me, having already found her release. I pressed forward, claiming her lips to muffle her cries of pleasure as I rode get through the aftershocks of her orgasm and over the peak of my own.
I lay on top of her for a moment as I tried to catch my breath. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at her, our bodies were slick with sweat and Kim's makeup smudged in places and completely ruined in others.
"We're gonna have to shower aren't we?" She asked.
Rather than answer I picked her up, keeping us attached in the most intimate way, and headed to the bathroom. We showered quickly doing our best not to get her hair wet, and then quickly dressed in our traveling outfits, so that we'd be ready to depart as soon as the reception wound down. We mingled a while longer, doing nothing to avoid the suggestive, knowing looks we received from the guests in our age group. The older patrons were cultured enough to know what had happened but pretend otherwise.
When the reception had ended and the majority of guests had left, our family came to the air strip to see us off. Kim still had no idea where we were going but the love and trust in her eyes told me that she'd follow me to the ends of the earth, just as I'd do the same for her.