Taking a moment to savor my victory, I came up for air, instead focusing my attentions on the head, licking and sucking until I was positive he was about to cum. Backing off a bit, so he could settle down, I swallowed the head, sucking frantically, hungry for his sweet cum. Working his cock with both my mouth and my hand, my other hand gently massaging his balls, it wasn’t long before Ryan relented, filling my mouth with what I had come to crave.
I swallowed my reward slowly, thanking the time to enjoy and experience each portion. There was still plenty more where that came from, but that didn’t mean I was going to squander what I had. Each load was a blessing.
My mouth finally empty of his cum, I licked the head of his thick, throbbing cock, before sucking the head clean. Going on to lightly nurse a second load from him which I also treasured.
When I finished swallowing down the last droplets, I looked up into his eyes and felt an overwhelming wave of love. I couldn’t believe he was really going to be my husband.
“Wanna go for a little swim?” he asked, after pulling me to him for a loving kiss.
“Sure!”
Epilogue
The lockdown ended with a bang rather than a whimper, the previously imprisoned celebrating their liberation from house arrest with massive parties in the downtown core. There was a police presence, as there tended to be with any large, jovial gathering, but it was mostly moot. The mood of the day was delirious happy as opposed to destruction. It was like a lower level version of Victory in Europe parade with impromptu street parties as well as a parade that was a bit too lavish not to have been planned.
“Was that you?” I asked, as the scenes played out on Ryan’s computer as we remained a safe distance away at the lake house.
“It’s what they were working on when I called the Zoom meeting.”
“Great, another parade I didn’t get to plan,” I pouted.
“Tell you what, this year you can plan the Santa Claus parade and have complete control over St. Paddy’s day for next year.”
“What about Easter?” I asked, trying my hand at horse bargaining.
“We’ll be a bit busy planning the wedding.”
“True enough.”
With nothing to immediately demand his attention, we stayed at the lake for about another week. Only going back into the big, scary city when the town Hall reconvened in early April. Despite his duties as Mayor, Ryan took a hands-on approach to the wedding.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to seat your parents together?”
“Of course it is. They’ll love each other,” I said.
“It stands to reason,” Aofie argued.
It didn’t actually but we could always hope. It had taken ten years and the forthcoming wedding, but Ryan had finally gotten back in touch with his family. The non-evil ones anyway. We both had a veto list of people we absolutely would not invite, so there was no point in even asking. I had five names on mine, most of them notorious alcoholics. Ryan had thirty, all of them sharing his surname.
I knew it was a sensitive issue for him and decided not to ask. It just meant my side of the sanctuary was going to be a lot more populated come the day.
It was a sunny day in spring when the moment finally arrived. Warm enough to wear white, cheeky as it seemed, but not quite enough to be uncomfortable which was a relief. I didn’t really do well in the heat. The last thing we needed was fainting halfway down the aisle.
“Ready for this?” Aofie asked as the organ music started up.
“Absolutely.”
With my best friend at my back and my dad at my side, leading me down the aisle, I felt more relaxed than I’d even been. I knew it was right Ryan was the man for me, and we were going to be happy for the rest of our lives.
The matter of names had come up. I was fine with changing to his name, even if Candide Owens did look a little weird. At Ryan’s suggestion we decided to hyphenate. Both of us going with Boucher-Owens, just to keep things symmetrical. His campaign posters would still say Owens, but that was just a matter of name recognition.
I had the feeling that he would have changed his surname years ago if he’d though he could. Except it would somewhat undermine his plan to show they weren’t all villains. Better to keep the name and have it associated with good things.
I wanted to kiss him, but the minister hadn’t given the word. Instead, I squirmed at the altar, so filled with love and lust I could barely stand it. I nearly exhaled when we were finished with the vows and permission came.
“You may kiss the bride,” the minister decreed.