Page 93 of Mayfair Madame
A love for all times, a love that bound us together.
Lucy stood at her side and held her hand. She was nervous, I could tell. The nibble of her lip gave it away. I’d have to kiss that later.
I nodded to friends and family as I made my way down the aisle until finally I stood before her. Tears filled her eyes, and Iwas close myself. I handed my bouquet off to Melinda, and we stood before the registrar.
“You look stunning.” She took my hand in hers. “I never thought this would happen.”
I hadn’t either. I thought I’d never find anyone to settle down with, but Ellie had swept into my life so quietly and with no fuss, she’d stolen my heart before I’d had time to breathe.
I gazed upon her, barely hearing the service. All I could think about was her and how I’d get to spend each and every day with her from now on.
We exchanged rings. Hers was a simple gold band; mine, platinum, to match the engagement ring she’d bought for me. Both perfect in their simplicity.
We stuck to traditional vows, both agreeing to love and cherish until death do us part.
“We know you’re a law unto yourself.” Ellie winked at me. “Not sure you’ll obey me.”
That drew laughter from the guests, except they didn’t have to know I’d do anything she asked of me in the bedroom.
Lorenzo had done the catering, serving the most delicious Italian food and, of course, the cake. Who knew Felicity was such a talented cake decorator?
“Do you think she’ll decorate her own cake when she marries Melinda?” I asked Ellie as we snuggled in a corner away from prying eyes.
The day had been exhausting, and we were more than ready to go to bed and leave the revellers revelling.
“Hmm, who knows? And what is it with Oscar and Guy? I can’t decide if they want to punch each other or fuck?”
“Oh, my dear Ellie. There is so much going on there. You have a lot to learn. Mayfair Heights is like a little town with its loves and lies, fights and feuds. It really is where love hits home.”
Ellie
We said our goodbyes and made our way to the bedroom. Today had been tiring but a day I’d never forget. Naomi had looked enchanting, and as much as I’d loved spending the day with friends and family, tonight was ours.
We’d barely closed the door to our suite before we came together in a whirl of kisses and caresses. With each passing minute, they became more frantic, until we were desperate for each other.
“Fuck, Ellie. I’ve been dying to do this all night.”
She removed my camisole and undid the push-up bra, revealing my breasts to her. She latched on straight away, sucking and licking each one in turn.
I barely had time to breathe but finally came to my senses.
“Strip. Now,” I said and did the same, almost overbalancing as I removed my Converse. Today had been torture, seeing her and not being able to touch or taste.
Before long, we stood naked, except for the white lace thong she wore. I wanted to rip it from her body.
Fuck! She tempted me like no other.
“Let’s take this to bed.” She almost ran through the lounge to the bedroom, where the huge dark wood four-poster bed commanded the space with its red velvet curtains.
I was mesmerised by the swing of her hips, the taste of her mere moments away.
She lay on the bed and beckoned me to her.
Her nipples stiffened as she rubbed between her legs. She was a goddess and a temptress, and I was helpless to resist her.
I climbed onto the bed, slid the scrap of fabric she wore down her legs, and revealed her in all her glory, her tight curls trimmed into a small triangle.
She bent her knees and dropped one to the side, opening herself for me. Her pussy was warm and inviting, her arousal a delicious smell.
