Oh,God! I don’t know how he’s distracting Hailey from this because I can’t keep quiet. His cock piercing hits all the right spots, and true to his word he’s showing no mercy. Over and over again he rams into me, until I start seeing stars. My eyes roll back in my head, and I have a feeling I’m going to lose my voice for the rest of the day if he keeps this up.
He finishes an eternity later. It can’t still be my birthday; surely he’s fucked me so long and so hard that I missed the day entirely.
Micah helps me get up and treats me to a sensual shower after, making sure to clean every inch of me. His lips don’t miss many spots, either, though he’s careful not to overstimulate my throbbing, sensitive clit. He wipes with the soapy loofah, rinses, and kisses. Over and over again, like he’s worshipping my body.
He even towels me off and helps me get dressed.
By the time we’re done, the beignets have cooled. We sit next to each other on the bed and eat the tasty treats. It’s around the time we finish breakfast that I notice something odd …
“Micah, where’s Hailey? We made an awful lot of noise, but she hasn’t made a peep.”
Micah nuzzles my neck with his nose. “I bribed Becky to take her to the park for the morning. Even paid for their lunches. We’ve got another hour or two before they’ll be back.”
“Wanna watch a couple episodes of that R-rated show Hailey’s always interrupting?”
He kisses my neck. “Hey, today’s all about you. If that’s what you want to do, let’s go do it.”
We snuggle together and watch some of the grittiest, goriest TV I’ve seen in a while. It’s a nice change from cartoons and documentaries, and I get the feeling I’m going to be seeing a lot more of the latter in the coming years.
Chapter 36
Micah
The few weeks leading up to the wedding are a blur. I gave Iris the option of waiting until after the baby is born, but she doesn’t want to wait.
We set the date for mid-summer, though I think Iris is a bit crazy for that. Being pregnant in the summer is bad enough from what I remember from Lisa’s pregnancy, and she wants to add the craziness of a wedding to that?
The preparations don’t take long. We’ve both been so busy in recent years that we don’t have many close friends to invite. My parents, Iris’s parents, and Iris even invites Lisa’s parents and siblings. Aside from a handful of others, Becky, the officiant, and a caterer, that’s it. It’s a small affair on the beach, and as I wait for Iris to appear from behind the curtain that’s set up at the end of the aisle, I tug at the collar of my shirt. It’s so damnhotout! There’s something of a breeze coming off the ocean, but it’s not quite enough.
At least Iris didn’t insist on a full tux. In fact, she actually requested that I just have a dress shirt, a vest, and slacks, with my shirt sleeves rolled up. I have no idea why, but from the twinkle in her eyes when she asks, I can’t say no.
I can never say ‘no’ to Iris.
Hailey comes out from behind the curtain, sprinkling flower petals left and right,The Wedding Marchstarts playing, and Iris’s dad opens the curtain for her.
Sweet baby Jesus, she’s stunning!
She never showed me the dress she picked out, but the short, empire-waisted dress is light and airy, perfect for her current figure—and perfect for the weather. That waist holds her tits up beautifully, and it emphasizes her sexy round belly. The little minx probably planned it that way, so she wouldn’t be too hot in a longer, more form-fitting gown.
Joke’s on her, though; I’m totally into this. I am going toravageher after this wedding is over.
Since I wasn’t allowed to see her in her dress before the wedding, Iris went to a salon for her braids. They worked some magic, that’s for sure, and the elaborate Dutch braids with delicate white flowers woven in them look amazing.
The engagement ring rests nestled between her breasts, held by a delicate chain. Though I bought one that’s the right size for when she’s not pregnant, it’s not fitting her right now. We came up with a solution for the wedding, though; I bought a simple, plain band in a larger size for today, and the fancier, more elaborate band that matches the engagement ring is waiting for when she loses the pregnancy weight.
Iris glides down the aisle in a pair of white flat sandals. She wanted heels, but I insisted on flats. No way I was having my future wife injuring herself trying to look cute. Heels in sand are tricky enough, but with the baby? Uh-uh. No way.
Okay, so maybe I can say ‘no’ to Iris. Sometimes. But only when it’s a matter of safety.
Her father—a man I only met yesterday, when Iris and I picked them up from the airport—hands her off to me with a smile. I caught a lot of shit from him on the ride to their motel for not calling to officially ask his permission to propose to Iris, but it was all just good-natured ribbing. He and her mom even paid for our honeymoon suite, a penthouse room on the beachfront hotel where we’re holding the reception, within walking distance of the ceremony.
The officiant reads her speech, but I honestly can’t pay attention to the pretty words. There’s a prettier woman in front of me, one who outshines any fancy speech. As such, I almost miss my cue to start my vows.
“Mr. Lindley? Micah?” The officiant has to say my name a couple of times before I catch on.
“Oh! Sorry.” I reach out to stroke Iris’s cheek. “I got distracted.”
A chorus ofawwfrom the small audience, and the beachgoers who have stopped to watch, follows my confession, and Iris blushes.
