“I think I have, Mom. I just took too long to know it.” I admitted as she shook her head at me.
“Life happens for a reason, Remy. This was meant to be this way even with the hard parts of the journey.” She nodded at me and I felt emotion building in my throat.
We partied long through the night and it was after one when I secured the doors. Celia was waiting for me on the stairs and I pulled her to me for a kiss as she giggled. She’d had enough wine to be buzzed tonight, but we were both riding a natural high already. I took her hand and led her upstairs to our room, watching her as she noticed the flowers set around the room. There were pink cream ones to match the colors of the wedding, and I had them everywhere that Ryan could put them before he left for the night. The only light was the soft amber blow of our salt lamps, turned high enough so I could see the smile on her face. ‘It’s beautiful.”
“Not as much as you are,” I said as she shook her head and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Epilogue - Celia
I felt dizzy when he kissed me in our room, surrounded by the scent of the flowers filling the room. Remy included all my favorites, and it made me love him that much more. He pulled me against him and I tightened my arms around his neck, lost in this man.
He kissed me senseless before pulling away and moving down my neck as I moaned. I’d wanted this all night and even last night when I stayed with Brin and May at her parents’ house. I reached for his tie to loosen it and he stepped back, allowing me to do so. I pulled it off and started to drop it before I smiled, tossing it on the bed.
He growled and kissed me again, lifting me to carry me to the bed. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his shirt as he stared down at me hungrily. I slipped it over his shoulders, still breathless at the sight of his chiseled body. I couldn’t believe that this man was mine for the rest of my life.
Remy wasted no time unzipping my dress in the back, telling me how gorgeous I looked today as he slipped it to the ground. I was wearing cream lace boy shorts underneath and no bra and I shivered as his eyes raked over me hungrily. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He murmured before kissing me again. He stripped off his slacks before lowering me down, hovering over me as we kissed deeply. He moved between my thighs, kissing my mouth and down my neck to my hard nipples. Remy kissed them before drawing them first between his lips, then his teeth. I raked my hands through his hair and moaned as he kept teasing me with his skilled mouth.
I felt my thighs heat up, slick with arousal as he pressed against me. I raised my hips and groaned as I got a hint of the friction that I was looking for. He groaned and kissed down my stomach, pulling away as I reached for him. He kissed down my skin, slipping the underwear off before he tossed them aside.
Remy spread my thighs wide, kissing the soft skin just under my sex. I dropped my head back and cried out, begging him to taste me. Remy drew back and then pressed his mouth against me, slowly teasing my folds as I bit my lip. He licked long and slow before spreading me open and circling my clit with his tongue. “Remy. Oh, God.” I cried out as he kept up his slow torture, giving me just enough to keep me on edge. “Please. I need you.” I screamed when he drew me between his lips, sucking slow and hard. He did that a few times before sliding two fingers inside of me, making me come within a few strokes.
I was shaking when he pulled away, reaching for his tie. I gasped as he secured my hands to the headboard, spreading me open for him again. He stroked my slick pussy with his fingers, making me come again before I begged him to fuck me.
Remy settled between my legs, stroking himself before he slid inside with one hard thrust. I whimpered as he filled me, so perfect every time he was in me. We were meant to me and he buried himself deep inside of me before pulling back and taking me again. I wanted my hands free to touch him and tugged at my restraints with a frustrated growl. I raised my body to meet his thrusts, trying to rock with him as he stared at the place where our bodied joined. “Celia. You’re perfect.” He groaned as he started moving harder. I moved with him, appreciative of the yoga classes that Brin started dragging me to a few months ago. He gripped my hips, moving with me as I gripped him like a warm, wet glove.