“Congratulations,” they all said in harmony.
I smiled big and looked back at Dex.
“What? You didn’t think I could ask you to be my wife without everyone did you?”
I laughed and pulled myself into him, feeling his warmth surround me. This was the best Christmas I had ever had and couldn’t wa
it to spend my life as Mrs. Dexter Canton, the happiest woman in the world.
Chapter 21: Dex
Standing at the front of the church, I couldn’t help but look around at everyone and wonder what they were thinking. I knew no one ever thought they would see the day when I settled down with a wife and family. Hell, I never thought I would see the day when I settled down with a wife and family but here I was, standing at the front of a church, holding my son’s hand and waiting for his mother to walk down the aisle. At first, Casey wanted to have Seth give her away but he said he wanted to be the best man, so her mom decided to walk her down the aisle. I couldn’t wait to see Casey in her gorgeous wedding gown. She had been so excited since the day it was delivered. She hid it in her walk-in closet until my sister could pick it up to keep at her house. One of the local designers offered to design and create the dress of Casey’s dreams and though she was shy about the attention at first, she quickly found herself excited by the opportunity.
The music began to play and I watched as the bridesmaids walked toward us, smiling and cooing at Seth in his little tuxedo. He looked like a little man standing beside me with his shiny shoes and perfectly done hair. As the music changed, the crowd in the church stood and turned toward the doors. The attendants pulled open the wooden double doors and I stared out at Casey, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her dress fit tightly on the top, draping over the edges of her shoulders like cloth blowing in the breeze. It then moved down to her waist where it shot out in a skirt of large billowing fabrics. She looked like a princess marrying into a royal family. Her veil was pinned gingerly in her hair which was piled high on her head in a mountain of delicate curls. She was looking down at her mother nervously as they took a step onto the red carpet lining the walkway. I watched her hands shake as she looked at the staring crowd. Finally, as her eyes moved forward, she met my gaze and all the nerves in my chest just fluttered away.
From the smile that quickly developed on her lips, her nerves were cured as well. I grabbed Seth’s hand and looked down as he giggled at his mom walking up the aisle. I couldn’t believe just how lucky I was to be able to marry this gorgeous woman. She was the sweetest, kindest, sexiest, and most loving woman I had ever met, and I was going to get to call her my wife. She didn’t care about money or my name, she only cared about our family, our connection, our love, and our eternal bond. Her desire to grow our family was strong and determined. Just when I think I couldn’t be any more attached to this family, I find myself gazing down at them, my heart filled with love and admiration.
As Casey reached the front of the church, Andrea handed her over, kissing me on the cheek and lifting Casey’s veil. The two exchanged quiet words and I could see the emotion on Andrea’s face, thinking about her late husband. The ceremony was short and we opted for traditional vows since Casey was too shy to speak in front of such a large crowd. Everyone laughed as Seth pulled our rings from his little tux pocket and handed them to Natalie, who was the maid of honor. As I slipped the small diamond encrusted band over Casey’s fragile small finger, I looked up into her eyes to let her know how serious I really was. I would love this woman and our son more than they could stand. I would ensure they had everything in life that they needed and wanted. I would make sure that the things of the past stayed in the past, never disrupting our lives ever again.
“By the power vested in me by the state of New York,” the pastor said. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
We looked up at each other in excitement as I placed my hand around her cheek and pulled her in close, pressing my lips firmly against hers. As we turned, I picked up Seth and we raised our hands in the air in triumph. The crowd clapped and laughed as we exited the church and headed out into the city air. We did it. We finally got where we knew we should have been all along and it felt amazing.
After the ceremony, we took about a million pictures at the church before heading over to the reception at the hall inside Canton Commons. It was decorated so elegantly and I was really impressed with what Casey put together. The flowers were all a dusty pink, the tables were covered with lace and satin, and the whole place had a deeply romantic feel. Candles were strewn across all the tables and the main lights were turned down low. In the center of the room was a dance floor with our initials lit up across it. Seth immediately ran out onto the tiled floor and started to dance in his adorable four-year-old style.
As soon as we walked in, the festivities began and I swept my new bride off onto the dance floor for our first dance. She looked up at me with her gleaming eyes and I couldn’t help but pull her close and kiss her lips. She grasped my hand tightly but I kept her attention on me and not the hundreds of eyes watching us. When the song was over, Casey had a special dance with Seth and the two dazzled the crowd with a sweet slow dance to Somewhere Over the Rainbow. There wasn’t a dry eye in the entire place, especially since everyone knew that dance was in place of her father-daughter dance. Then Andrea and I took the floor as she volunteered to stand in for my mother for the mother-son dance. To my surprise, the emotions weren’t easy to keep in and as soon as I saw Natalie begin to cry, tears overwhelmed me.
The rest of the evening was a blast with champagne flowing, music bumping, and good company to share our love and happiness with. Though I was having more fun than I could remember having in years, I couldn’t wait to leave and take my new wife on our honeymoon. She was absolutely stunning in her gown but I really wanted to get her out of it and make love to her. I watched her move across the room, greeting the guests, laughing at jokes, and snickering to Natalie about whatever it is girls talk about. She would gaze over at me from the other side of the room, lust covering her face. I knew then, she was just as ready to get to our honeymoon as I was.
About an hour before we were scheduled to leave, Andrea kissed us goodbye, holding on to a dead asleep little boy. He partied himself completely out and between the cake and excitement, he would have a good night’s sleep. I could tell Casey was struggling with leaving Seth and I hugged her tightly as she watched the limo pull off with them inside. She took a deep breath and turned toward me, her eyes twinkling in the city lights.
“I’m exhausted.” She laughed. “And I barely ate anything with so many people there.”
“Me too,” I said, pulling her in close. “But not too exhausted to get this dress off you and pull you into my bed.”
“Mmm,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss me. “That sounds like a perfect ending to a perfect day.”
“Just a little bit longer.” I smiled.
We went back inside and continued to dance and talk with the guests. From there on out, Casey stayed glued to my side, finally feeling free to let herself relax. Everyone was more than excited to talk to us but we were both so exhausted we could barely move. Finally, the coordinator came over and told us it was time to leave. We went back up to the apartment and changed into our honeymoon clothes, smiling at each other as we undressed. I wanted to take her right then and there but I knew the jet was waiting. When we got to the roof to catch the helicopter to the airport, everyone was standing up there cheering for us. I grabbed Casey’s hand as we walked through the crowd, stopping only for a moment to kiss and hug Natalie and Brandon before jumping in the chopper and heading off.
I gazed out the window at the crowd waving goodbye as we floated higher and higher into the air. When we got to the jet, both of us went straight back to the bedroom and fell face first into the soft covers. Casey was out within minutes and I waited until we were high in the air before snuggling into the sheets. We both slept the entire way and were woken just before landing so we could buckle into our seats. Casey knew we were going to the South Pacific but she didn’t know what the details were so I was excited to surprise her.
We took the limo to the port and I walked her to the gigantic yacht I rented to take us out into the warm ocean and land at our own private island. We would be alone at sea, waited on hand and foot by the staff, and able to relax and spend some much needed alone time together. In fact, I was pretty sure it was the first time we would be completely alone for an extended period of time. When we got on board, we looked around and noticed all our things had already been unpacked and stowed away for us. Once the ship pulled out of port, I shut the bedroom door and stared at my wife as she stood by the window in her white slip dress, watching the waves swirl around us.
“Come here,” I said with lust in my voice.
She turned and walked toward me, smiling and her eyes locked on mine. I ran my finger over her collar bone and pushed the small strap of her dress over her shoulder. As I moved the other, the dress fell to the floor revealing her round tits, her soft succulent skin, and her tiny white lace panties. She reached up and pulled her hair from the clips, letting it fall down over her shoulders. I pulled my shirt over my head and tugged her forward, pressing her warm skin against mine and feeling her nipples harden. I ran my fingers down her back,
causing goosebumps to erupt on her neck and shoulders. I couldn’t wait to get ahold of this woman, to feel her wrapped around me, and to taste every part of her.
I turned her and pushed her down softly on the bed. She scooted back and leaned against the pile of pillows on the bed, breathing deeply and looking down at the erection caught in my shorts. I reach down and set it free, watching her lick her lips as it bounced out of my boxers. I grabbed the shaft and stroked it gently while I crawled toward her and pulled her panties off her body and threw them on the floor. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her wetness, listening to her gasp as I pushed through her folds and swirled around her clit. She tasted so amazing and I knew right then I wasn’t going to hold back, not tonight, not ever again.
Chapter 22: Casey
I could feel his mouth moving over mine in a rhythm that was driving me absolutely wild. I leaned back to take it all in, knowing there was no need to rush this moment. His hands floated over my body in the same way his tongue was: passionate, hungry, and concentrated on making me feel immense amounts of pleasure. I ran my hands through his hair as I moaned loudly, heat bubbling in my stomach. Dex reached up and lifted my legs over my shoulders and pushed into me, moving his mouth wildly as my body writhed underneath him. I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. I tapped him on the head and looked in his deep eyes.
“Turn around,” I whispered.