Commitment: The Beauty in Between (A Beautiful Series Novella) (5 page)

I moan. God she’s good at this. She licks and sucks and
slides her hands over me until I’m close to exploding. But I’m not ready yet.

“I want to come inside you,” I growl, arousal making my
voice thick and throaty. She sucks hard and drags her mouth up until I pop out
of her. Grinning, she looks up from my lap then pushes up, so she’s standing in
front of me.

I take a moment to run my hands over her skin. I love every
bit of her, even the scars that remind us both of what we almost missed out on.
We almost missed out on us.

Placing my hands on her hips I guide her as she settles herself
above me. She reaches between us and eases herself over my tip then lowers
herself down, slowly, leisurely. Each time she takes me inside she lets out a
gasp that sounds so erotic, it’s as if she wasn’t complete until I filled her.
And each time I reciprocate by letting out a moan, because it’s true. I’m not
complete until we’re joined. I need her. She’s everything to me.

With strong legs she pushes herself up and down my shaft,
gripping me tight and dragging herself up to my tip then sliding down again. I
keep my hands on her hips, watching as we move together. I love to see myself
disappear inside her. I love being so thoroughly connected.

She lets out a tiny gasp, her moans filling my ears as she
rides me. I want to come, but I want to stay like this, connected forever.

“I love you so much,” she whispers, leaning in close to my
ear so she can run her tongue over my lobe. It sends shivers through my body
and I’m so close, so close.

“Oh god!” I moan as I explode inside her. She joins me and
calls out, her body shuddering as I hold her tight. I bring my mouth to hers
and kiss her passionately. My arms wrapped around her as I press our bodies
together. “I love you too princess,” I tell her.

I sit back and smile at him. “That’s going to stick now
isn’t it?” I ask.

“Yeah, it might even replace ‘baby girl’ as my all time
favourite. Besides, I think you should be a princess every day. Not just for
one.”

My heart swells in my chest and feels like it’s send waves
of bliss through my body. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“You might have. But tell me again.”

“I love you… so much.”

“Ok, just keep a hold of my arm and I’ll guide you,” I tell
Trina as I help her out of the car. We’re in front of the dressmaker who has
agreed to do the blindfolded fitting.

“Oh wow, please don’t let go of me!” she laughs.

So far this whole planning thing has been great for us.
Trina is excited for what’s about to come. She has no idea of the date or the
location, or even the theme, so every day has an element of excitement to it as
she waits.

It’s been almost two months since I started planning and
everything is falling into place. Once the dress is finished, we won’t be far
off the day.

I’m started to feel excited now too. It won’t be much longer
until we’re husband and wife.

I can’t see a freaking thing. So I clutch onto David’s arm
for dear life. A woman with a slight Mediterranean accent greets us as we enter
a store, and I’m ushered into what I assume is a dressing room.

“Just through here princess,” David directs, his voice soft
kind and low. It tickles my ears and adds to the excitement I’m already
feeling.

I hear the sounds of sliding metal and feel the light breeze
as what I assume is the curtain to a dressing room closing.

“Arms up,” he instructs as he helps me remove my clothes.
His fingers brush against my skin and send tingles all over my body. I kind of
wish that he’d take me in here against the wall. This whole experience has me
dripping with excitement.

As he undoes my black skinny jeans and pulls them down my
legs, I giggle slightly as I stumble out of them. But he holds me steady. “It’s
ok. I won’t let you fall,” he assures me. “Here, place your arms on my
shoulders.”

He slides his hands over my arms and guides my hands so they
rest on his strong, firm shoulders. I hear the rustle of fabric just before his
hand gently touches the skin on my leg. He’s driving me wild. My breathing
becomes heavy as he caresses my skin before lifting my leg and guiding me into
the dress.

He slides it up my body, making sure he makes contact with
my skin the entire way. The only thing I’m sure of is that it’s strapless.
Planting gentle kisses on my shoulders, he stands behind me and zips me up. “Now,
don’t touch it. That’s cheating,” he rumbles in my ear.

“Can I touch you?” I return, turning my head toward the
sound of his voice. I can feel his breath on my cheek – it’s as heavy as mine.

“Soon,” he whispers, his lips lightly brushing against my
ear as he speaks. A gasp sneaks out over my lips and I hear him chuckle lightly
as he pulls at the curtain again.

The metal clangs and a gust of air fills the cubicle,
feeling cool against my heated skin.

“This way.” He slides his arm around my waist and takes me
by the elbow to guide me out of the change room.

I can feel the length and the weight of the dress as I move.
Both David and the dressmaker have to help lift it as they guide me so I’m
standing on some sort of platform.

“Now, stand very still,” he orders me. The dressmaker fawns
over me, pinning here and measuring there, while she mutters to herself about
what she needs to do. The entire time, David keeps physical contact with me. He
holds my hand and gently strokes my skin, moving around me so he isn’t in the
way. I still can’t see anything. All I can do it feel, and try to keep my
breathing steady.

“You know, I’ve never had a blindfolded bride before,” she
comments. I can hear the scratching of her pencil as she jots something on a
notepad. “You think you’ve seen it all when you deal with people all your life,
but this one is new to me.”

“I’m glad we could surprise you,” David says, causing her to
laugh in that way that women do around him. He’s obviously won her over with
his charm. He’s probably smiling at her – that dimple does it every time.

David takes me by the hand and helps me off the platform,
guiding me once again into the change room to help me out of the dress. Each
time his fingers make contact with my skin, I flinch – I’m that turned on right
now.

The dress pools around my feet and I expect him to place my
hands on his shoulders again. He does, but when he slides his hands over my
lower leg, he doesn’t lift, he keeps sliding upward. As his fingers brush my
thoroughly damp panties, I suck in my breath sharply.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, so quietly even I barely hear it. He
slips his fingers underneath the fabric and moves through my juices. I hear his
breath blow out slowly, he’s trying to keep calm and quiet. I try to do the
same, but my heart is thudding so loudly in my ears that I feel sure the dressmaker
can hear us.

He removes his hand and slides my panties down my legs,
before guiding me so I’m leaning against wall in the corner of the stall. He
pushes my legs slightly apart and returns his hand to my centre, slipping his
fingers inside and massaging my core. I feel his breath against my mound and
almost gasp out when I feel his tongue slip between my folds and over my clit.

My hips flinch and I bite down on my lip, riding him. My
orgasm explodes within seconds and I shudder, holding my breath so I can’t be
heard.

David withdraws from me and stands, pressing himself against
me so I can feel how hard he is for me. “We need to go home. Now,” he growls in
my ear.

He lifts me over to the other side of the cubicle and I hear
the material sound again as he lifts the dress off the floor and hangs it up,
before returning his attention to me to once again get me dressed.

“Where’s my underwear?” I ask in a whisper when he’s
standing in front of me doing my zip up.

“In my pocket. One less thing to remove when I get you
home.” My insides clench with excitement as we leave the change room and head
straight for the car, barely taking the time to say goodbye to the dressmaker.

“Leave the blindfold on,” he tells me when he sees me reach
for it in the car on the drive home. I lower my hands, and shift my weight,
squirming in my seat.

I’m starting to think that every woman should let her man
organise their wedding. All the anticipation and mystery has me in a constant
state of arousal.

David is so ready, that the moment we get home, he gets me
out of the car and throws me over his shoulder cave man style.

If this was any other time I’d be laughing over the fun of
it all, but I’m so on edge that I gasp instead. I can’t wait to get inside…

While I knew that organising a wedding was a big deal, I
didn’t realise quite how huge it really was. Even just a small one. I’ve set
the date, organised the venue, the dress, my suit, flowers, food, music, a
photographer, and of course - a celebrant to marry us. Now all that’s left is
the cake and the guest list.

I’m inviting our families and a few of our work and uni
friends that we actually spend time with outside of work. We’re not massively
social – we go out with other people once every month or two if we’re lucky. We
prefer each other’s company above anyone else’s.

Scanning the list of names, I dial the first number and
place the phone to my ear. I’m calling everyone personally since it’s a
surprise and I need to swear them to complete secrecy. Plus, I can’t risk
invitations being stuck to people’s refrigerators where Trina could
accidentally see one.

She’s kept in touch with Kayley, who is now married herself
to an Aussie guy called Chad. We probably see them as a couple three times a
year, and get along really well together. Kayley and Trina have lunch once a
month as well. So they are top of the ‘friends’ list.

“Kayley,” I say as she answers in her familiar Irish lilt.
“It’s David. How are you?”

“I’m great. It’s unusual for you to call me. Is everything
alright?”

“More than alright actually. I’m calling to invite you to
Trina’s and my wedding,” I tell her. It’s so hard to keep the smile off my
lips, so I don’t bother. I just grin like an idiot.

She lets out an excited little yelp. “Finally! I’m so happy.
When is it?”

I fill her in on all the details, smiling the entire way
through my description about what’s going to happen, and how I’m going to get
Trina there without her knowing it’s her wedding day until the last minute.

“Sounds amazing David. I can’t wait.”

“Me either. It’s been a long time coming.”

When I hang up I’m still smiling. As I go through my list
and make call after call I smile the whole time. By the time I’m finished – my
face hurts.

Today David is out doing wedding stuff. His actual words
when I questioned him about it were ‘wouldn’t you like to know’. He then winked
at me, grinned and walked out of the apartment without me. So it’s obviously
wedding stuff.

While I’m loving the excitement of it all, I’m dying to have
some sort of information. It’s like everyone around me has a secret and I’m
left out of it. I only last fifteen minutes alone in the apartment before I go
snooping. There has to be something in this house that will tell me what he’s
planning.

First, I look through his drawers. I’m careful not to mess
anything up, but besides some mobile phone and internet bills, I can’t find
anything.

Pressing my lips together, I look around the apartment and
try to think about where he would hide something. It dawns on me that he might
use the same hiding places I would and I go through the hall closet. I’m not
too careful looking through here as I can at least claim I was cleaning up if
he notices things are moved… but nothing.

“Hmmm,” I say to myself. “If I was a secret wedding planned
by David. Where would I hide?”

I have a light bulb moment and go into the office. We both
use the office so there’s no way he’d leave a paper trail in here, although I
do a quick check anyway while I wait for the computer to power up. Immediately
I open up the browser and pull up the history. Surely there will be something
in there that will tell me what he’s planning.

My mouth drops open and my heart sinks. All I find is page
after page talking about getting married in Vegas.

“Oh no,” I breathe, my hand covering my mouth. This isn’t
what I wanted. Why would he do this?

“You are so predictable,” I say from the doorway behind her.
I’ve just walked in and she was so engrossed in spying on me that she didn’t
hear me come through the door.

The moment she hears my voice she jumps in her seat and
spins around to face me.

“David! I… I ah…” she stammers, trying to shut down the
screen and explain herself at the same time.

“We’re not getting married in Vegas Trina,” I tell her.

“What? We’re not?” Her face is bright red from being caught
out, but the relief is obvious.

“No princess. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But what about all the websites? Were you thinking about
it?”

“No not at all. I did that on purpose because I knew you’d
spy. You won’t find a single detail about our wedding Trina. There is such a
thing as an inPrivate browser. You won’t find anything here.”

“Come on David. You’re killing me. Just give me something.”

I move closer to her and kneel at her feet, taking her hands
in my own as I look into her eyes.

“Do you want me to tell you all about the wedding?”

“Um… yeah, I do. I can’t stand not knowing anymore.”

For a few moments I study her expectant face, she’s beautiful
like this, her eyes shining with interest and her expression slightly creased
from her stress. I reach up and smooth my fingers over her forehead which
causes her to relax her frown, then I rise up a little higher on my knees and press
our lips together. Then I whisper. “No.”

Her head jerks back. “No?!”

“No. I’m not going to tell you.” I push up to standing and
lean down to kiss her on the top of her head. “You’ll just have to wait.” I
stride out of the office and head towards the kitchen. “I’m making a coffee. Do
you want one?” I call out.

“I hate you!” she calls after me.

“No you don’t,” I laugh. “You love me. True love forever
remember? You drew the symbol enough times in your wedding album. I don’t think
you can go back on that.”

She appears in the doorway of the kitchen behind me. “You’re
right. I do love you. Even though you’re a shit stirrer who won’t even tell me
the date of my wedding.”

“Well princess, you’re going to know it when you see it. I
can promise you that much.”