A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (35 page)

“You’re my inspiration Aria…always” I kiss him for that one, he was the Porsche guy when we met.

“So let’s see
Mr. Bach, you are still wearing the Chanel Egoiste that I picked out for you, you own your own vineyard, you own your own restaurant and you are now driving a Cadillac”

“Yes I would say you have inspired me in every possible way” he looks so sincere as he
sums up what effect I have had on him.

“So it’s safe to assume that I was a positive effect on your life?” He moves my hair off my face and behind my ear.

“Aria you were not only the cause but the affect that changed my life” I smile at him that is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me.

“You know when I first m
et you I use to think dear God why is it him?” he looks at me and he traces my lips with his finger.

“Because
I will walk through fire for you
Aria Macy” I kiss him for that one, wow he just knocked me out with that one.

“You are amazing Tristan”

“
There is a world filled with people out there but I couldn’t stop thinking of you” wow that makes my girly parts tingle.

“T
ell me something Tristan the Rachmaninoff  piece…” he puts his finger to my lips to stop me.

“Aria I have toyed with it for years when I was a kid, I could
never get my hands around it. When you and I broke-up, I moved in with my grandmother, it was still sitting on the piano and it just spoke to me.”
I knew it had a profound effect on him too.

“When we broke-up
Tristan I went to see the Orchestra play that piece and I was glued to the chair, in tears, that music spoke to me of us…
full moon and empty arms”.

He puts his lips to mine our eyes burning for one another.

“I’d rather
kiss you then make you cry, come here”

W
ow I have kept all this bottled up for two years, deep, down in the depths of my soul.

Ok,
no more serious talk, I came to play. I run my hand down his happy trail to his very happy to see me as I take him in my hand and stroke his shaft I pull away from his lips. and slide down between his legs taking him in my mouth, his hands are in my hair and I am relentless in my persecution of him, I don’t know when or if I’ll see him again and I just give it that old Harvard try…although I’ve never attended classes at Harvard but Tristan sure as hell did.

I am forceful in my manipulation of him
, I won’t let up, I keep taking him deep in my throat, as he is coming apart as I  run my teeth up and down him until he can’t take it anymore. He pulls me by my shoulder and I release him, my lips are covered in his
awesome sauce
. We look at one another and the look on his face is confirmation that he loves me.

“
I don’t want to come in your mouth!” In that one instant I see it all, we don’t have to say a word it confirms what he feels, he is playing for keeps, and we don’t know if we have tomorrow. He pulls me to him as he folds me in his arms and kisses me till we are both breathless.

“Tristan mak
e me come like only you can”

He flips me over and pushes up
my knees my butt is in the air as he holds onto my hips and enters me. I cry out, as pain turns to pleasure, he teases me moving slowly in and out and I push back hard against him grinding onto him, oh God I’m gonna split in two. He is merciless in his endeavor of me now, I never knew him to be
tit for tat
but then again this is all new to me. He holds me still so I can’t move, as he gyrates his hips and suddenly pleasure, explodes and takes over.

“Oh
God Tristan” he knows exactly what he is doing to me, when I think I can’t take it anymore, he smacks me hard on my behind repeatedly and I come over and over. I bury my face in the bed to absorb the aftershock of my orgasm.

“Oh Aria!” and just like th
at he fills me as he has never filled me before, drenching and saturating me as he over flows out of me, I am lost to this man who comes like a lion and loves me like a lamb.

H
e pulls out of me and falls on to the bed on his back, me on my front. We catch our breath, then lay facing each other, naked and open to one another, I have never had this with any man, and in the same thought I have always wanted this with him, not seeing him again saddens me.

W
e lay and talk and I want to know his every thought.

“
Tristan I didn’t think I was good enough for you”

“Aria I didn’t think I was good enough for you”

“Guess the joke was on us?”

“
Back then I couldn't be what you wanted me to be”
“And now…”
“I'm the man you always knew I was Aria”

“Why are you my head ache
and my heartache?”

“Because anything worth having in this life is worth fighting for” he has that right as I try to make sense of all of this I wonder

“Tristan you still look at things as the corporate raider don’t you?”

“Only
in what I want, only what is mine” his tone is intimidating when he says that

“No wonder they feared you in the board room back then” he smiles at my comment then gets serious

“It’s either be feared or be loved which of the two is the lesser evil?”

“Well if it matters you were my mis
ery and my sympathy” he kisses me for that one

“
Aria after we broke up did you hate me?” I’m shocked he would think that. I look into his hazel eyes and he looks nervous, apprehensive and childlike even as he waits for my answer.

“
No Tristan I never hated you, you broke my heart and I was sad, confused, I went through hell when you left, it was like you died, just gone, you were here one day and gone the next” my words humble him as he looks hurt and worrisome, he reaches over and kisses me again.

“
I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you Aria, please let me make it up to you? ” and he kisses me yet again.

“
Tristan our past is just that, it’s done and over with, we have to move forward” I kiss him and he pulls me onto his chest, wraps his arms and legs around me, kisses my head as I rest my cheek on his chest and I have never felt more safe, secure and wanted in my life.

“Aria my dear sweet A
ria I love the way you show me the world through your eyes you beautiful gorgeous girl” I smile against his chest he is getting serious again and I can’t face that right now, so I go for sexual distraction.

I reach up and gra
b his face and kiss him hard as I fist my fingers in his hair he rolls over onto me and he reaches down between my legs with his hand as he lies on top of me and fondles me into oblivion as only he can and then makes love to me very slowly, cherishing me, kissing me and letting me know that we belong to each other, whether I want to admit it or not.

I
maybe older than him, but oh does he have me beat by leaps and bounds when it comes to the sex department, gosh the way he kisses me send thrills to the depths of my soul, he holds me in his arms, as he kisses me, possesses me in the way that I want to be kissed, with a touch that I crave, my body comes to life under his knowing skillful hands, he is like a bolt of lightning that runs through me and lights me up from within. Tristan is all I ever wanted, he is home to me, he satisfies me in a way that only he knows how, because he is the one who stirred up these desires in the first place years ago, we never acted on them until now and now that I have had his pleasure I can’t get enough of him.

I have never felt so beloved or
cherished as I do when I am with him. The warmth of the sun shines on us through the windows as we lie and gaze at one another, I lay between his legs, my head on his chest. I could do this forever with him.  We just lay like this for I don’t know how long. Tristan is my
be all end of existence
, my means to an end. I want for nothing when I am with him, can I keep him? Should I keep him? These questions still ponder me, I could be his, but at the cost of hurting Ian, that is too high a price to pay for happiness. I realize that I have to go, reality hits, I reach for his wrist to check the time on his Bvlgari watch.

“Tristan I have to go
” He kisses the top of my head,

“I know” he releases me and I kneel next to him resting on my heels. He sits up reaches over holds my face in
his hands, my brown eyes melt for him, as he looks at me, and looks at me, and HE LOOKS AT ME! Kisses me gently and then gets off the bed. I am left kneeling on the bed, was he making a memory of me? That is how he will remember me! he pulls on his underwear, as he hands me my dress and I get down off the bed and grab my panties and bra and we dress in front of one another, shy smiles, both not saying a word.

I slip on my
fuchsia lace panties and he hands me my bra as I ease it on he stands behind me and hooks it for me, as he plants feather light kisses on my shoulders. I stand in my dress and pull it up, and onto my shoulders, he zips it up slowly as his lips graze my ear.

I pick up his shirt I smell it and
sigh, I hold it out as he slips it on, he turns around to face me, I run my hands up his chest and kiss his chest at every button as I slowly button his shirt massaging his chest as I make my way to the last one down at his waist.

We don’t speak, he steps i
n his navy pants, tucks in his shirt, buttons his waist band than zips and tightens his belt. I grab his navy Armani tie and lift his collar of his silk-crepe shirt, I slide the tie around his neck and make quick work of a perfect double Windsor knot.

His eyes
are glued on me as I dress him back up. I sigh as I make sure his tie is straight, I pat his chest once more and a frown covers my face. I pick up his cuff-links and reach for his left sleeve and very slowly turn his French cuff neatly, crease the seam with my fingernail and put his monogram silver cufflinks at his wrist, I kiss his palm and then do the same to the other.  He hugs me hard when I finish, he looks like he is going to cry, but the tear falls from my cheek. I quickly pull away and reach for his jacket. We look at one another, me holding his jacket and him holding back tears. We both don’t move, than his phone rings.

BLING, BLING, DING, DING.BLING, BLING….

He reaches out, I hand him his jacket and make my way to the bathroom. I can hear him, he seems very stern on the phone. I brush out my hair pee and have a quick wash.

“W
hat!”

“Hey Barry what’s going one?...Oh sure, yes that is fine I will be there…just take care of your wife…ok I will be there with in the hour…” he hangs up and puts on his jacket.

I walk back towards him and he is running his fingers through his hair.

I give him my brush. He stands in front of the mirror on the far wall, he definitely brings that suit to life
, he give me butterflies in my stomach as I catch a glimpse of him, gosh he is just beautiful, beyond handsome, jeez he is so worth going to confession for.

“Our eyes meet in the mirror”

“You’re not undressing me with your eyes are you Aria? Good tension breaker.

“How did you guess?”

“Cause I’m doing it right back” and his teeth clinch his bottom lip.

I give him a smile and a coy laugh.

“Let’s go I have so much to get done in the next two day for this fashion show event on Thursday, I don’t know how I got suckered into it but…” Tristan walks over to me with this salacious grin on his handsome face. Hands me back my brush and I put into my Chanel bag.

“Y
ou don’t mean THE SUMMER FASHION thing do you?

“Yes we are one of
corporate sponsors; I have models and outfits in the show that I have to get organized”

“
I’m catering the affair on Thursday!” I am excited and smiling like I won the lottery, we will see one another for sure.

“Are you really
!”  He nods yes, picks me up like he won the lottery and spins me around.

“Oh
Aria I wasn’t planning on going, I usually send the manager of the restaurant to things like this, but now I am definitely going to be there.”

“Tristan this is wonderful, everyone loves your cooking”

“I know my dishes are tasty but you are by far the tastiest, most delectable dish I have ever had…can’t wait to dig in!” oh he is reading my mind.

“
Tristan you have a one track mind but I love you sexy imagination, Come let’s go” he grabs me in his arms and we head out, back into the real world.

We both look harmonious, hand
some man in killer-suit, sex-crazed girl in knock-out dress both wearing ridiculous grins. One last Hollywood kiss in the elevator.

PING PING PING

We part at the valet desk, he walks left to get his car, I take a right and go to work.

“
Aria!”