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  The ride to the hotel was fairly quiet, with neither Roman and I saying anything, instead just trading cute and flirtatious glances and stares, as if we were love-stricken teenagers. I grabbed his hand, held it tightly, and put my head against his shoulder, as his head dropped slowly atop of mine, prompting me to close my eyes and figure out if this all was real. Who would’ve thought that an unassuming girl like me could’ve had this life-changing event happen? A simple country girl thrust into a life of glamour and love.

  The driver took a longer route, to give our wedding party time to get there before us, for whatever reason. We drove around for about ten minutes longer than we had to, but finally arrived to the hotel, where our wedding party was waiting outside with smiles on their faces, as all of them had beat us here.

  As we pulled up, they began to clap and holler, before the driver got out, opened our doors, and helped both of us out of the vehicle.

  “I can’t wait to party!” Tara said as we all walked into the lobby, and began to make our way to the banquet hall.

  Some of the hotel staff clapped and smiled as we walked in, in a way celebrating our wedding with us, even though they didn’t know us in any way. Weddings had a way of bringing people together, even if you had never met them a day in your life.

  ***

  “Now, ladies and gentlemen, get on your feet for the bride and groom! I present to you, for the first time in public, Mr. and Mrs. Roman Parker!” the DJ said over the speakers as we made our way into the expansive banquet hall.

  Roman and I walked out, hands held and in the air, to the cheers and applause of our reception guests, most of who had been at the wedding, although I did notice some who didn’t attend the ceremony opting instead for just the party. The room was packed from wall-to-wall, and almost everybody had some kind of drink in their hand, as they were clearly taking advantage of that free bar. I didn’t blame them though, for I would be bootlegging it home in my purse if I were a guest.

  Roman and I opted not to have a giant table for the wedding party, as most of them were either married or dating, and it wouldn’t be fun for their guests to have to sit alone with Aunt Mildred or creepy Uncle Wilbur twice removed. Roman and I instead just had a table for the two of us, which we named the Sweethearts Table. The table had a white linen cloth like every other table, but didn’t have the same floral centerpiece as all of the other tables here. Ours instead had a ball of freshly picked roses, which were all packed together nice and tight, to make the ball a perfect sphere. It was like a beacon that shined brighter than everything else in the room.

  Friends and family members came up to us as the night started, and Jillian showed up with her date, Thomas, who was the sugar daddy she was now seeing. Everything went swimmingly with Jerome and getting her matched up, and now she was seeing a man who truly treated her right. He was only thirty-four, and had dark brown hair and an average stature. He was good looking, but not anything amazing like Roman, although it didn’t matter. He made her extremely happy, and that was all she cared about. After this semester she was leaving the dorm, too, as they were already moving in together. I thought it was a little soon, but they were in love, and you do stupid things when you were in love.

  I was even more shocked, as an hour had passed, and most of everybody had come up, besides one person—Trevor. We had of course invited him to the wedding, as we wanted to celebrate this occasion with everybody, but I must admit I was a little nervous about him coming. He had such a crush on me for so long that I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I felt that not inviting him and leaving him alone all night was something that would hurt his feelings much more. These thoughts were quickly dismissed, though, when he came up with a date, who was actually a little cute, in a weird nerdy way.

  “Hey, Natalie!” Trevor said as he approached holding hands with his date.

  “Trevor!” I said as I got up and gave him a hug.

  “This is my date…and girlfriend, Charlotte,” he said as he presented her to us.

  “You have a very lovely reception. Thank you so much for inviting us,” Charlotte said in a nasally voice.

  “It’s our honor to have you here. We want all of our friends to celebrate with us tonight,” Roman said with a smile, as he was likely happy that Trevor had found somebody.

  “How did you two meet?” I asked, as I hadn’t talked to Trevor in a few weeks.

  “We met at a physics club meeting. She just transferred in last semester, and decided to check out the club that night. It’s a great thing she did, for we are so compatible,” Trevor said.

  “We have a 98.356% compatibility rate,” Charlotte said as she held her finger up, as if to notify us.

  “Oh, well, that’s great!” I said with a smile, not clearly understanding her.

  “Well, it was nice to see you again, Natalie, and I really love the reception so far. I hope you two have a great night!” Trevor said.

  “Have a great time,” I said with a smile before Trevor and Charlotte walked away.

  I guess love could really find you at any time and any place.

  ***

  “Okay everybody, this is the moment. I would like to call up the happy couple for their first dance!” the DJ said over the speakers to the woos of the crowd.

  Roman grabbed my hand, whisked me over to the dance floor, and a crowd formed around us and watched our every move.

  “I’m not that great of a dancer,” I whispered to him.

  “Just follow my lead; I’ve got you,” Roman replied as the music started.

  I laced my left hand in his as my right hand rested on his hip. I was nervous, especially with everybody around us and watching, but I trusted him and we began to dance. Every trepidation I had soon left my body as we flowed together in perfect harmony; like a yin and yang. We complemented each other beautifully, and every glimpse I caught of the crowd showed me the faces of our family and friends smiling and taking pictures, as they all commemorated and remembered this moment. Roman’s hand rested on my hip, and I moved with him, as if we were one. I was him and he was me, and it was beautiful, and I didn’t want it to end.

  As an appropriate amount of time had passed, other couples came out onto the dance floor and joined us in this dance. Everybody from elderly couples, to a couple of five-year-olds that wanted to be a part of the action came out and formed a protective shell of love around us that couldn’t be pierced or broken.

  ***

  Two hours after the first dance, the cake, which we hadn’t seen yet, was presented to us as it was brought out to a large table on the side of the room. It was seven-tiers tall, crisp white, and had silver accents, like buttons, quilting, and folded ribbons. There were even small white pearls on it, which I was told were made from sugar. Everybody’s jaws, including ours, dropped in awe as four bakers set it down on the table.

  “This is amazing,” I said as we approached.

  “It really is. I’ve never seen a cake so big!” Roman said in shock.

  A waiter brought over a cake serving set for us, as it was customary for the bride and groom to cut the cake. Roman picked up the knife, my hand atop of his, and we slowly pierced the cake as dozens of pictures were taken of us. The knife entered effortlessly, and we soon had a piece of cake on our plate, for which we were supposed to share.

  Tradition dictates we shove cake in each other’s faces, but I made it clear to Roman the other day that if he shoved any cake on any part of my body that I was going to kick his ass, and in front of all of our guests. He laughed, but knew I was more than serious, and instead put a piece of cake up to my mouth and let me gently take it and eat it. I did the same for him, as I thought of breaking the rules and shoving it in his mouth, for he didn’t have any makeup or a nice dress. I played nice, though, and gave it to him gently as I didn’t want him to get vengeful and shove the remainder of the piece of cake, which was on our plate, straight into my face.

  We ate the cake happily, as a few waiters came and began to cut
the cake and hand it out to all of the guests. Everybody raved about it, and I watched as all of our guests, from the oldest to the youngest, were having an amazing time, with nobody sulking in the slightest.

  I was so happy to share this day with my family and friends, but as the minutes ticked by, I only thought of one thing, and that was later tonight. I wanted to stick around and have fun, but the thought of consummating our freshly minted marriage was far too much to handle.

  Chapter Five

  At the end of the night, Roman and I were forced to say our good-byes to everybody. We were leaving earlier than everybody else, like some couples did, so that we could start our honeymoon and not stick around until the last bar straggler decided to go home. After all, I think everybody was expecting us to go and consummate our marriage, and we definitely had that on our minds. Roman hadn’t said anything, but I saw the way he looked at me as a few more drinks entered his system. He was in the mood, and I was ready to pounce as my hormones and emotions were raging like a violent hurricane. The problem, though, was that we couldn’t just walk out the door like everybody else. Even if we did, we were staying upstairs in the hotel, and not far away where we couldn’t be bothered. The last thing we needed was my father knocking on the door as Roman’s piece was knocking at my back door.

  Our guests, somehow either knowing we were close to leaving, or just saying good-bye because they were too tired to stick around any longer, came about and began to say their good-byes. You know the way it was, with all of the long-lost relatives needing to hug and kiss you for they didn’t know when they’d get to see your beautiful face again. Great-Aunt Pearl sucked on my cheek like some kind of parasitic leech, as one of my cousins was pestering Roman about problems his computer was having, as if Roman was tech support. Roman really had a lot of bravery and guts for marrying into this family.

  “Is this almost over?” Roman whispered to me as the line began to dwindle down.

  “I hope so,” I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

  Twenty minutes passed, and the last of the people who were going to stop and say good-bye finished up. There were still many people, likely not even knowing we were leaving for they were so into dancing and mingling, not even bothering to come and say good-bye. I would say I was offended, for they were at my wedding, but at this point. all I wanted was Roman, and them coming to make small talk just made me ache for Roman even more. If one more old relative came up then I was going to have to jump on Roman and ride him like Seabiscuit.

  “Well you two, I guess this is good-bye, We had a great time, and your father and I will take care of everything for the rest of the night. You two rest, and have a safe trip tomorrow,” my mother said.

  “Yeah, you have a very early flight. Make sure you eat something so you don’t get sick,” my father said.

  “I will, Dad,” I said.

  My parents gave us hugs, and I told Jillian and Tara good-bye, who were very enthralled dancing with their sugar daddies. I was surprised that the old man Tara was with could keep up with her, but I guess the pills he likely took really gave him that oomph to keep going.

  “Well, are you ready?” I asked Roman with a smile.

  “More than ready,” he replied as he grabbed my hand.

  We snuck out the back, bypassing all of the rogue relatives who didn’t know we were leaving, and began our trek back to our room, which was now the honeymoon suite. My dad moved our bags earlier today into the suite, and I was excited to see what it looked like.

  I put my head against Roman on the elevator ride to the top floor, just listening to his heartbeat as the mechanical sounds outside the metal hull echoed through the elevator shaft. A beep occurred after we passed each floor, and as I looked up at the passing numbers, I knew I was one floor closer to ripping off this dress and showing Roman what a real woman was like.

  The elevator dinged, announcing that we were at our floor, and the doors opened to a bleak and empty floor, which was what I liked to see. No screaming and running kids, no geriatrics shuffling about, and nobody else in sight. It was as if they put the least number of rooms possible on this floor just because of the honeymoon suite. We passed room after room before finally arriving at ours, which was skillfully placed at the end of the hallway. Roman entered the key in the door, the little light turned green, and we opened it—ready to get it on.

  ***

  “Are you ready?” I asked from the en suite bathroom as Roman waited on the bed.

  “Yes!” he replied hastily, as if he couldn’t contain himself.

  I opened the bathroom door, ran my hand up the doorway, and watched his mouth drop in shock as I stood there in a black piece of lingerie, complete with stockings and a garter belt. Luckily, I didn’t eat that much at the reception, so my stomach was looking trim and fit, and I must say, I looked hot.

  “Damn,” he said as he rubbed his boner through his briefs.

  “Mm, do you like what you see?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.

  “Yes I do,” he said as he patted the spot next to him on the bed, as if signaling he wanted me there.

  I walked over slowly, letting him see my hips sway, before I got an idea to make him go even crazier.

  “Hold on, I have an itch,” I said as I turned around and bent over to the ground to scratch my foot.

  I saw, in the mirror next to the bathroom, his face turn blank as he watched my apple bottom push out toward him. His piece grew in his briefs, and his tent was now properly erected for my inspection.

  I stood back up and walked over to the bed, getting in and climbing over him, as his hand ran across my bottom. I smiled as I went across, not letting him see, for I wanted him to work for what I had. Just because we were officially married didn’t mean he could get it that easy. If he wanted all of this, and I knew he did, he needed to work for it just like when we were dating.

  Roman began to kiss my neck, as his hand ran up and down my thigh, his hand attempting to go in between as if he were trying to pry open a clam. I threw my head back, laughed softly, and slowly opened my legs, as his hand got closer and closer to my pussy.

  His tongue continued to tease my neck as he journeyed to each of my tender breasts. I inhaled deeply and arched my back, before his lips continued their trail down my stomach, past my belly button, and to my nether region, where he stopped abruptly, as if he were hypnotized by it.

  I spread my legs more, inviting him in, waiting to see what he’d do. I felt his soft lips against my inner thigh, as if now he was going to tease me. He lightly clamped his mouth around my upper thigh, letting me know he was hungry for my cherry. As he got closer and closer to it, his tongue and lips tickled and teased me, my panties began to get wetter with each centimeter traveled, as my teasing had stopped and now my legs were spread apart fully. I grabbed his head, running my fingers through his soft and dark hair, as I let out hard and heavy sighs that were indicative of the pleasure I was already receiving.

  “Do you want it?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I moaned out as I looked down at him.

  Roman smiled, looped my panties with his middle finger, and pulled them to the side as my pussy was now exposed to the warm beating of his breath. I could feel him getting closer, as if his breath was flittering against my nerves and notifying me of his presence.

  The breathing stopped, and after a split second, I felt his tongue press against me and start to flicker. It was amazing—sending vibrations all throughout my body with every flick of his tongue. I sank deeper into the pillows, my body feeling exhausted, as the pleasure made me unable to hold up my own body weight. My fingers, still in his hair, tugged every time he licked it quickly. My eyes fluttered closed, allowing me to experience this moment to its fullest.

  “Oh God,” I said as I pushed his face into me; grinding against his tongue skillfully.

  I felt him laugh, the vibrations from his voice pelted my pussy like raindrops on a daisy petal. I let out sporadic moans as my mind and nerves kept
getting shocked with jolts of pleasure every five seconds. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt something—his finger—curve up and touch my inner wall, as if he were trying to stimulate my G-spot.

  “Roman,” I moaned out, as I tried to get a grip on everything that was happening.

  “Just relax and enjoy it, baby,” he replied softly as I sank farther into the pillows.

  I let go of his hair, fisted the crisp white linens that were wrapped across the mattress, and began to twist them. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the fact it was our wedding night, or a new skill Roman picked up. All I knew was this was the best thing he had ever done with his tongue, and I didn’t know how much more my fragile body could take.

  Roman got up, his fingers still inside me moving in and out, and pulled back my leg, laying it on his chest, as he kissed me softly on the lips. His tongue action was gone, but the effects were lasting and the pleasure I felt hadn’t quite left. Besides, his fingers were now inside of me, three in all, and I felt as though I were going to completely burst in climax.

  As he kissed me, I tasted my juices that now lingered on his tongue from his many minutes spent down below, kissing and tasting my nether region. I didn’t mind the taste, which was pretty damn hot, as it reminded me of the one thing he was willing to do, which was more than a lot of guys would even bother doing. He actually cared about pleasuring me, and not just keeping his own pleasure in check.

  His fingers began to go faster as his lips moved from my lips to my neck. I kept my eyes closed, unable to open them even if I wanted, as I could feel the climax coursing through my body and just waiting to be set free, as if it were lying in wait all of this time.

  “Yes,” I moaned as Roman softly bit my neck.

  I felt his boner, which was already bulging against my thigh, grow a tiny bit bigger as it pressed firmly into me. Roman’s hands—trying not to slip on all of the wetness I was producing—went faster, somehow, and he knew I was closer than ever before to climaxing.