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The reception was mainly for refreshment and fun. There was going to be assorted drinks, varieties of hors d’oeuvres, fun dances, speeches, other fun activities which the ladies had a blast planning, and the cutting of a beautiful ten-tier all-white wedding cake. A full-on dinner party was to follow in the hotel’s beautifully designed banquet hall that evening, where a three-course dinner menu prepared by the legendary chef, Gordon Ramsay, was sure to knock everyone’s socks off. The guests were to move from the garden at exactly six p. m. into the banquet hall for dinner.
The idea was to party till the day broke. Guests who wished to spend the night in the hotel’s luxurious suites were free to do so at no cost. The hotel’s presidential suite, which was the most luxurious, had been reserved for the newlyweds, and their eight royal suites, had been assigned to the remaining seven members of the squad and their partners, and Jackson. Ty and Tanesha were to fly in Shane’s private jet to Jamaica for their honeymoon in the morning, courtesy of Shane.
Ty couldn’t wait to have Tanesha all to himself with no mission or school hanging over their heads.
“Ready to ride to the hotel in style?” Tristan asked loudly just as a large white stretch Cadillac Escalade limousine, with Stevie Wonder’s ‘Signed Sealed Delivered’ blasting from it, stopped beside them.
It was the large type that could comfortably carry twenty passengers. The squad and their partners were sixteen in all. Jackson, Thea, Caroline, and Queenie made it exactly twenty. Ty had insisted on riding with all of them since they were the brains behind the whole successful event. The group sang and danced to the thrill and amusement of the guests gathered around as they filed into the large car.
‘Like a fool I went and stayed too long
Now I’m wondering if your love’s still strong
Oo baby, here I am,
Signed, sealed delivered, I’m yours
Then that time I went and said goodbye
Now I’m back and not ashamed to cry
Oo baby, here I am,
Signed, sealed delivered, I’m yours
It was such a delightful sight that even the people around joined in the singing and dancing to that popular song, which accurately described what Ty was feeling. The group couldn’t help exclaiming at the beautiful interior of the limo as they entered it. The optic lighting made the interior look more like a nightclub. It had a fully stocked bar area and a state-of-the-art audio and visual system. The group partied till they got to the hotel, with Ty and Tanesha virtually locking lips throughout.
When they got to the reception grounds, the guests were still getting in. As was tradition, the newlyweds had to wait till everyone was seated before going to take their seats. Ty didn’t want to waste precious time by just waiting for their guests to get seated.
“Listen, guys, I need to quickly check out something in my suite.” He told the guys who were standing close to him.
“Really?” Dean asked dryly. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“Fuck off, Dean,” Ty muttered as he purposefully strode to where Tanesha stood talking to the ladies. “Hey ladies. Permit me to borrow my wife for a moment.” He said as he took her hand and pulled her away from the ladies. “I need to show you something.” He muttered to Tanesha.
“You know you’re not fooling anyone right?” Tanesha chucked. She really didn’t care if the whole world saw her fucking Ty right that moment. She’d been thinking exactly along those same lines when Ty came to pull her away. Talk about telepathy. She wanted his touch so badly. She craved it.
“Do I look like I care?” Ty rasped. “Call me when it’s time.” He said loudly to no one in particular.
“Need help with that dress, Tanesha?” Jen called out, not even bothering to suppress her teasing laughter.
“I got it,” Ty growled as he swept Tanesha into his arms…bridal style, amidst knowing chuckles and cheers from the group.
“Oooh, I love it when you go all caveman on me.” Tanesha laughed breathlessly as she coiled her arms around Ty’s neck.
“What I’m feeling and thinking right now will make a caveman blush.” Ty rasped as they stepped into the private elevator that was to take them directly to the presidential suite. “Trust me.”
Tanesha couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of her throat. Ty sounded sexy as hell. And even before the elevator began to move, he set her feet gently to the ground, pressed her back against the elevator wall, and crushed his mouth on hers.
With a lustful moan, Tanesha’s lips parted, allowing Ty’s tongue to slip deeply in to explore every corner of her hungry mouth. Finally away from prying eyes, he feasted on what he’d been denied for so long…totally driving her crazy. Boy, could the guy kiss. Tanesha clung to him, trembling with need. She felt the increasing pull between her legs, her pussy slick with her arousal. She needed him inside her so bad. Sounds of kissing and moans filled the elevator as Ty pressed his hips firmly against Tanesha’s and began to move in a rocking rhythm. He felt the desperation within Tanesha. Just like him, she needed more.
With a groan which sent tremors rippling through Tanesha’s body, Ty began to pull up her dress. “I need to touch you.” He rasped urgently against her lips as his fingers moved under her dress.
“Please…” Tanesha pleaded shakily as his hand slid between her legs to touch her through the damp lace of her pantie. “Oh, Ty…” She was trembling like a leaf.
“Soft and so wet.” Ty husked. “I can’t wait to eat you for hours.” Ty hadn’t taken a drop of alcohol that day but felt drunk. He needed to taste his wife so bad. “I want to bury my face between your legs and lick you till you come, screaming my name.” Fuck, he needed to come so bad, Ty groaned.
“God…if you keep talking like that I’m gonna come.” Tanesha muttered and then began to suck fervently on Ty’s tongue as his seeking fingers slipped beneath the band of her pantie to touch her wet and throbbing clit.