Tomorrow
Christian and I are getting married. To keep with the tradition of marriage, I
am staying with Kate at our old apartment. Christian won’t be able to lay eyes
on me until I walk towards him on the heavenly fluffy cloud passageway to the
golden gates where he will be waiting for me.
It is nice to
just sit down and relax with Kate after the past few hectic weeks of organizing
our wedding. Kate is watching Vampire Diaries on TV while my mind wonders.
Everyone
helped us out with our wedding from selecting the décor to the food and drinks,
but the overall leaders were Liz and her husband Mike. They ran the whole show. I don’t know how
they did it with three kids. Jonathan Skyler is their oldest. He is 17 years
old. Angelina Belle is their middle child
who is 13 years old. The youngest is 10
years old. His name is Nathan Levi. All three of them are quite the lookers.
Angelina already has the boys in school asking her out. Her parents will not
allow her to go on a supervised date until she is 16 years old, but she can
bring a male friend over to the house. They do not have permission to go in her
room. I have a feeling our kids will be
the same way. With Christian being the gorgeous and overprotective man that he
is, we will have very good looking and home schooled children.
The wedding
will take place at Grace and Cary’s house in their backyard. Grace loves being
a host. She does have the space and beautiful home for special events.
I am still
amazed at how quickly the invitations went out to the guests. They were an
Embossed Elegance Pocket ice shimmer design which featured gorgeous embossed
accents on a shimmer pocket. The opening was accentuated by amazingly intricate
detailing. The custom text was printed with raised lettering which said:
ANASTASIA STEELE AND
CHRISTIAN GREY WEDDING
that keeps me warm
To me, Anastasia’s the rainbow
after the storm
Christian’s love gave me wings
it has set me free
And wherever Anastasia’s is
that’s where I want to be
We invite you to be with us
as we begin our new life together
SATURDAY, THE THIRTIETH OF JULY
TWO THOUSAND ELEVEN
FIVE O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON
GRACE AND CARRICK PALACE
Since my
favorite color is purple, I picked lilac, silver, and white as the color scheme.
The flowers
throughout the reception and ceremony area will be: white Rose Ebbs, and
fragrant roses, Paeonia Nancy Nora, May Romance Tulips, cherry blossoms, hybrid
delphinium, snow on the mountain, viburnum, alliums, globe Casa Blanca Lilies,
and many others.
The cake is a
Lovely Lavender fondant wedding cake with stairs, multiple tiers, and a variety
of flavors such as chocolate cake with dulce de leche butter cream. Roses,
forget me nots, and daisies adorn it in a beautifully detailed pattern.
The square
elongated tables will be covered in a customized cut pintucked lilac tablecloth
with a lilac beaded mesh runner down the middle. Various purple and white
flower centerpieces, candles, candlesticks, chargers from Belle Fleur will garnish
the mesh runner on each table. The silverware, flatware, and wine glasses will
be embellished with platinum accents. I can’t wait to see it all put together.
I am sure it will look stunning.
The favors
will be placed in the middle of each of the plates. They are very unique. They
are a sleekly contemporary but sweetly romantic silver plated card holders with
a twin hearts design accented with sparkling crystals. Liz said it gives the
wedding an extra touch of romanticism.
Out of all
the chaos of the planning, the fun part was when Liz organized the night of
tasting which Mia helped her out on.
They came over to Grace’s house with at least 50 hor d’eouvres. Her kitchen counter was full of them. The
whole gang was there as well.
Elliot walked
by each tray and sampled one of each and kept saying with his mouth full,”Mmm,
tastes good. I pick this one.” If it was
up to him all of the appetizers would have been on the menu. Kate was not too
far behind him munching on the food in a hurry and picking up the leftover
pieces of food that Elliot dropped on the floor. It sure was a funny scene to
see. We all laughed at their display. I am sure he will pay for it later. Kate
won’t take that crap.
Mia and Ethan paced hand in hand stopping at
each tray. She showed him how to pick up the hor d’eouvres in a polite manner.
He tried the best he can to copy her movements but failed miserably.
Grace and Cary seemed to stroll elegantly
around the delectable food. They were
the only ones who did not drop one ounce of food on the floor other than Mia.
Carla and Bob kept having seconds. They said
many times, “I have never had food so good other than Gail’s cooking.”
Here comes Christian and me. We fed each other. He would say, “Open wide.” I answered,”Yes sir! How wide?” His eyes turned dark with desire with just my words. He has the same effect on me. I opened my mouth and he very gently placed the appetizer in my mouth. A few times I would bite his fingers lightly and suckle on them. He moaned and closed his eyes while I suckled. He tortured me the same way when it was my turn. I blushed and was instantly wet when he bit and suckled my finger. He gets my libido going so easily.
After about an hour of tasting all of the
delectable starters, it was time for the wine tasting. There were all sorts of
varieties from white to red and everything in between. By the time we were done
sampling them, we were all buzzed.
Elliot kept trying to grope Kate’s breasts and
behind. She stopped him every time by
denying him sex for 2 weeks. After a few minutes he just groped her again
forgetting what she said.
Mia danced
around the room without music playing seizing Ethan’s hand struggling to get
him off the couch to dance with her every time she was moved near him. He
finally gave in to her and they pranced all over the living room. They look so delightful together.
Grace and Cary were chatting away with
Liz. Alcohol does not affect them at
all. Carla and Bob were cuddling with a happy grin plastered on their faces.
As for me and
Christian, he was the one who was not too hammered. I for one cannot take my
liquor too well. I just gazed into his
striking grey eyes and stroked his handsome face with my fingers while kissing
his soft lips often slurring, “I love you.”
He reciprocated my affection with his long sexy fingers and lips saying,
“I love you.” Even when I am buzzed, I cannot take my hands off of him. If we
weren’t with company, I would have ripped off all of his clothes off and made love
to him at this very moment. I could tell he was thinking the same thing,
because he moved one leg over the other to adjust himself.
We decided
on, an assortment of cheeses with crackers and grapes, Lilliputian Panini
served on acrylic tiers, smoked salmon and cream cheese on bruschetta, calamari
tapas, mini crab cakes, stuffed mushrooms with artichoke and parmesan cheese,
cheesecake tray, fresh fruit and sweets for white and dark chocolate dipping,
and many more. The wines we drunkenly
chose were Chteau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac, Dom. Romane Conti, Henri Jayer
Richebourg Grand Cru, and Domaine de la Romanee-conti Grand Cru.
When we
arrived home that night, we didn’t even make it to our bedroom. We were all
over each other in the elevator. Half of our clothes was already off as we
reached the entrance of Escala. He
forcefully puts me on the kitchen counter and rips the rest of his and my
clothes off. Our lips and tongue once
again meet with full force. He parts my legs and slams into me. He keeps
thrusting over and over. I am so close. One more slam and we both release
ourselves at the same time crying out our names. He asks seductively, “Are you ready for round
two?” I murmur back, “Yes sir.” We re-christened the couch, his office, the
piano, our bedroom, and bathroom.
We visited
Liz’s and Michael’s boutique to buy my wedding dress and bridesmaid
dresses. By we I mean the girl’s. Christian
cannot see my wedding dress until our special day. After trying on a few wedding
dresses, I finally found the perfect one. When I walked out of the dressing
room with the dress on, they all had tears in their eyes. They embraced me with
the warmest hug. My mom lovingly said, “My beautiful daughter.” Grace stated,
“Breath taking.” Kate held my hands while saying, “Gorgeous.” Mia squealed
loudly almost deafening me, “Perfectly stunning.”
I looked at
myself in the mirror. I look and feel like Cinderella. The dress is a white floor length strapless
tulle beading Marchesa gown. I remember when I was younger and watched
Cinderella cartoons. I wanted to be just like her and find my prince charming
to live with happily ever after. My prince is a little different. He is kinky
which I don’t mind at all. It spices up our sex life. A similarity to the story
is Elena who reminds me of Lady Tremaine. They are both evil trolls.
Since my
prince charming is wealthy, I was able to afford very expensive jewelry and
shoes. I instantly was attracted to a diamond 14 karat white gold necklace and
earring set. Next to it was a diamond chain bracelet which fit perfectly on my
wrist. Of course I had to buy it. It was the perfect accessory. I looked down
and spotted the most glamorous shoes. They were a white satin sandal pump with
a knotted design in the front with embellished diamonds. I even bought very
sexy lingerie that I will reveal to him on our wedding night. I still am not
used to spending a lot of his money. I don’t think I will ever be comfortable
with it.
Liz had us
pick out the bridesmaid, Carla’s, and Grace’s and dresses. I wanted the
bridesmaid dresses to be a shade of purple.
On a rack over on the left corner of the store I spotted a dress which
had the perfect purple color. When I held it in my hands, I knew it was the
ideal dress. It was a strapless floor length satin a-line gown with pleat
wrapped bodice adorned with diamond beads and sequins. My mom selected a bluish floor length sweetheart
neckline with a pleated bodice and ruffled collar jacket gown by Jasmine. Grace
chose a grayish sweetheart neckline with a ruched bodice and beaded waistband
gown.
The easiest
part of our wedding preparations was picking out our wedding songs since we
have the same taste in music. We are
both going to sing them to each other while we dance. We will dedicate one song
to each other. Liz hired a singing instructor to teach us how to sing.
Christian already knew how to sing. It was me who didn’t know. Truth be told it was quite refreshing and fun
learning how to sing. The instructor
complimented me on my voice. He said I had a very nice singing voice. Who would have known?
The hardest
and most frustrating part of the whole ordeal was writing our wedding vows. We
took a few hours to write our personalized vows on a piece of paper which we
exchanged once we were done writing it.
He loved mine, but I had one issue with his. He included obey in his
vows. I told him that I will not accept the word obey in his vow. As his wife to
be I will be his equal and not his sub. He was offended and hurt that I would
even suggest I was his sub. We yelled and argued over it which seemed like
forever until he stormed away from me slamming the door behind him. That night
we slept in separate bedrooms. Even though I was scared of losing him, I will
stand my ground on it. He will come around to seeing my point eventually. The next morning I woke up and see him sitting
on the edge of our bed just watching me. He looked distraught and morseful. I
can tell he didn’t sleep well that night. He had dark circles under his eyes.
He apologized to me for reacting the way he did and conceded to taking out obey
from his vows. He told me he understood why and he didn’t want to hurt me. I
leaped on his lap and cried into his chest. I told him I forgave him and I am
also truly sorry. He lifted my chin so
we are blue to grey. Our lips touch turning into a full force kiss. His hands
cup my breasts under my nighty tugging at my nipples. I rub his erection over
his pajama pants. In one swift move, he lifts me and pins me down in the middle
of our bed. He takes off my nighty and panties. His pajama pants slide off of
him next revealing his upright manhood. He enters me and we make sweet and hard
makeup sex until we climax a few times.
I miss
Christian. I wish I was in his bed lying with him right now. I want to explore
every inch of his muscular body with my tongue, mouth, and fingers. Then I want
him inside of me giving me multiple orgasms. Stop it, Ana! If I keep this up I
will wind up giving in to see my fiancé tonight. I just need to be patient. I will have him all
to myself for three weeks in our honeymoon. I don’t think we will get out much
during our honeymoon. We will just indulge in each other’s pleasure. Oooh! I like the sound of that.
Christian’s POV
I don’t know
what to do with myself. Tomorrow I will marry the only woman I love and will
ever love. To keep up with the tradition of not seeing the bride the day before
the wedding she is at Kate’s apartment spending the night. Why did I fucking agree to it? I need her
here with me. I miss her. All I want to do is touch her soft skin and make
sweet love to her. Damn it! I have a hard on just thinking about her with no
way to relieve myself. I may just have to go pay her a visit. No, I can’t do
that! I have to respect her decision on this. I just have to be patient,
because the next time I will be buried inside of her she will be Mrs. Grey. It
will be another first for me and her having vanilla and kinky sex as Mr. and
Mrs. Grey. I have had so many firsts with her. I feel like as if I have been reborn. I see
life and feel it in a whole new different just because of my Ana. She taught me
how to love, feel, compromise, open up, and helped me confront the demons from
my past. It is so ironic that my family and all the shrinks I have been too
tried to cure me all these years, but it only took one person who fell into my office
to heal me. She was and is angel in disguise. She was heaven sent. I feel as if
the heavens opened up and created her just for me. The minute I first looked
into her soulful sparkling beautiful clear blue eyes I was instantly hypnotized
and captivated by her. She moved my soul and heart in a way which no other
woman ever did before.
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