He walked up, coming over to the table, where his dad and I were, and I was the first one to bend down, so that I could hug him. I placed kisses on his handsome face, and I eventually let him go, so that he could get to his dad. Once he did, Steel picked Zayne up, told him how proud he was of him for getting up on stage, and saying those words in front of everyone. Steel was such a proud father, standing there beaming, speaking so much life into Zayne, and letting him know how much he loved him. He eventually put Zayne down on his two feet.
“Kids, don’t hate me. I’m just the messenger. They saying that the kids gotta go. If you still need help tying your shoes, and if you still gotta call your parents to ask them if you can do something, then this part of the reception is for you. Kids, you gotta go,” DJ Mike, one of the most popular DJ’s in Miami said into the mic, and shortly after, he started playing Juvenile — Back that azz up.
I was ready to get out of my seat and start shaking ass. I behaved all night because there were kids in here, but the second they let them out, I was about to show my ass on the dance floor.
“If you too young to know this song… that means that you gotta go,” DJ Mike kept on.
My wedding planner Monica went around the room, and she was grabbing up all the kids because there was a room for them in the back, that was set up with all kinds of activities, so that they wouldn’t have to sit back there, and be bored.
Brooklyn willingly went. She could have stayed. I told her that she didn’t have to go in the back with the kids, but shealready told me earlier that she didn’t want to be around when I started cutting a fool on the dance floor with my man.
“Alright. All the kids out. Toni, and Steel, ya’ll get on the dance floor,” DJ Mike called us out.
I glanced over at my fine ass husband, watching him as he removed the tux jacket that he was wearing. The glass of Hennessy that was sitting on the table, that he hadn’t finished, he brought it with him. Steel had been sipping brown since we stepped foot in this reception. That dick was like crack when he sips on that brown.
Tonight, would be our first night having sex as a married couple. That, mixed with the liquor in his system…. I already knew that he was going to take me through the fuckin hills tonight, and have me seeing stars, but I was ready for all that.
We made it on the dance floor, and the whole camera crew was going around, capturing footage.
“So, since ya’ll just got married, ya’ll know what married people do on their wedding night, right? Toni, I’m just the messenger, but this what they said,” DJ Mike started, and suddenly, the beat dropped to one of Steel’s favorite songs. It was…
“We gettin’ fucked tonight… we gettin fucked tonight,”.
Gunna and Burna Boy started crooning from the loudspeakers, and because that was my mood, I immediately went over to my man, giving him my back, and like it was just the two of us in the room, I bent down low, and started shaking ass. Steel was behind me, holding one hand tightly around my waist, with his other hand raised in the air, holding onto his glass.
Like we were sexing, he was slowly thrusting his hips into me, while I threw my ass back against him. I could hear my girls screaming for me, as they were up out of their seats, watching me and my man have the moment that we had been waiting on.
“Toni been waiting on this moment all night. That’s that married energy right there. Hold on. Hold. Let me slow this shit down a little bit. Ay Steel… Sing something right quick to the beautiful bride,” DJ Mike hollered out, and then he switched up the song, the beat dropped, and it was one of my favorite songs from Silk.
It was let’s make love by Silk, and Steel and I have sexed to this song so many times, so it made the moment extra special.
This man turned me around in his arms, put both hands on my ass, even with him still holding onto the glass. With everyone in the room, his eyes were only fixated on me, and that was the scary part because there was no telling the lengths that he would go. I could tell by the gloss in his eyes that Steel was feeling good. I’ve had a few shots, champagne, and a few lemon drops of my own, so I was feeling good as well.
“Every time I think about all the little freaky things you do,” Steel sang the words to me, while I had my arms wrapped around his neck, lost in his love.
With my right hand, I was able to keep it wrapped around his neck, but I started running my hand up and down his beautiful waves.
“Let’s make love,” he cooed the words to me, making me lose my mind, and I untucked his shirt from the slacks that he was wearing because I was itching to touch him.
I wanted to feel his body parts. As he sang to me, I unbuckled his shirt, and once it was fully undone, I was able to run my hands up and down his hard, tatted chest, and not giving a damn who was in the room, I leaned my head in, and we started sensually kissing. It was the kissing that we do whenever he was on top of me, stroking me, and I’m crying from the thrill of it. That right there my friends, is when I knew I was drunk.
“Ay man. Somebody get a chair on the floor for them. Steel this your turn. Keep singing that shit to your girl. Ima switch itup though,” DJ Mike went on, and I had to literally force myself to move away from him.
I broke the kiss, only to peck him on his lips a few more times.
Karina brought the chair over, where I sat down, with my legs crossed, watching Steel. Shirt undone, showing off that perfect chest, and stomach. The glass was no longer in his hands, and he was looking at me like he was going to devour me.
“Take it easy on my friend now, Steel” that was Shawntae that hollered that out, making the entire room laugh.
Steel gave Shawntae a sinister laugh, and then the song choice that came on, already had me squirming in my seat, and this man hadn’t even touched me yet. DJ Mike played D’Angelo — How does it feel. Literally one of the nastiest songs to have sex to. I can give so many stories on the good sex that we’ve had to this song.
Steel stood a good distance away from me, and with his hands in his pockets, there were a smirk on his face, as he looked over at me. He dropped to the floor, and his groomsmen were behind him, barking for him, hyping him up. This man started crawling, and dragging himself over to me, acting like he was so in heat to get to me, and when he was finally here, he sat up on his knees.
Keep in mind, this man’s parents, along with my mom, and my family were in here too, but he didn’t give a damn. I had too many drinks in my system to give a damn either, so when he took the heel of my right foot, and he started kissing my feet, placing kisses, and licks on my toes, I allowed him to do it. I was in heat badly.
“How does it feel,” he sung the words to me, looking me in my eyes, damn near taunting me.
I was holding onto the sides of the chair, just hoping like hell that I didn’t pass out. He kissed up my thigh, and everythingthat he just did to my right foot, and leg, he did the same thing to my left. His head went down into my dress, searching for the garter belt that I was wearing, and I promise this man put his lips right in front of my lace panties, kissed my lips down there, almost making me fall out the chair, but before I could, he eased his head back down, and he came out, holding the garter belt between his teeth, showing it to the crowd.
