Someone Like You

His body drove into hers and she met him with each deep and soulful thrust. Her hips lifted off the bed, slamming into him, taking him inside to the hilt of his sex, draining whatever pleasure he offered. She took and she gave. Together they determined their own rhythm. It started on an upbeat and went up from there, going from frenzied to wicked as they mounted the levels of hedonism.

The room filled with the electric snap of lovers mating. Waves of emotion thundered inside her, crashing and reforming with the velocity of tidal waves. The seas of a primitive dance swirled and burst into raining fountains. Hands raked her sides and gathered her behind as Adam guided her up and into the heights of mutual love.

Teddy gasped for air but refused to stop the raging storm rocketing through her body. And then a new feeling took over. She was aware of everything about herself, not only the overwhelming pleasure that she and Adam forged, but every blood vessel, every nerve, the feel of Adam’s hands on her, the softness of the mattress beneath her, and the deluge of powerful emotions that assaulted her senses and crossed her over into a land of pure sensation. Her scream came loud and long as she reached the height of ecstasy.

Together they fell back to earth, coming down fast and hard. Breath shallow and panting, her heart throbbing, Teddy tried to calm herself. Adam’s weight pressed her into the bed, kept her warm. She wanted his weight, triumphed in the compassionate nature of this one and only. His arms enclosed her, holding on to a nebulous thread that bonded them together. For a moment longer, she wanted to resist the slowing of the sensation that connected them.

Adam rolled off her, pulling her into his side. He faced her, his eyes drowsy and his mouth curved in a half smile.

“I love you,” he said.

Epilogue

The gown Teddy designed for her own wedding was her best effort ever. She used Viennese lace and bolts of satin. The dress fitted to her waist, the skirt was straight in the front, but the back bustled out into a train that rivaled anything she’d seen anywhere. Pearls and crystals covered the entire dress and glittered in the candlelit church. Her veil draped down her back and extended several feet beyond the train.

The two mothers proved the rule by challenging everything. The bridesmaids’ veils didn’t match the dresses. Should they wear hats and not veils? It was a June wedding so the men should be dressed in a lighter color, not the traditional black with white tie and tails. They went on and on, and Teddy felt sorry for Lisa, the wedding consultant handling the arrangements. Often she or Adam were called on to provide the deciding vote or to placate the mothers. But when it came to the ceremony, they were there with smiles on.

Lisa had the privilege of dealing with the mother of the bride and the mother of the groom—a fate that certainly proved her worth.

The organ music began. Teddy heard it from the vestibule where she stood. Diana looked at her and smiled. Renee and Teddy’s two sisters were her bridesmaids. They gave her a final nod and started down the aisle. Diana, as matron of honor, followed them.

“Well, honey, I promise not to cry, but you look wonderful,” her mother said and hugged her. Normally, the mother of the bride began the ceremony by being escorted to her seat by a groomsman. Teddy’s father had that honor. Teddy would walk down the aisle escorted by her mother. Teddy had asked her mother to divert from tradition and give her away. Gemma Granville happily cried at the honor.

The “Wedding March” began. Both women looked at each other. Mist was in her mother’s eyes. Teddy had heard that music a hundred times at other weddings. Today it sounded for her. Her heartbeat quickened. On the other side of that door stood Adam waiting for her. She loved him more than she ever thought possible. Moments from now they would be husband and wife.

The church was full, adorned with fragrant flowers and lighted with candles. There was a rolled out white carpet strewn with long-stemmed red roses that led to the altar.

Gemma Granville’s arm trembled as the two stepped on the carpet and began their walk.

Teddy and Adam pledged their troth and the groom kissed the bride.

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