Shirley
Several Months Later
I’m nervous but not nervous. I know this is right and exactly where I’m meant to be.
I have spent several months, both while pregnant and after the birth of our beautiful baby girl, planning this day to the last napkin.
I can’t believe I’m getting married.
It feels unreal that my dreams are coming true.
I’m standing in front of the mirror at our house. Evgenii stayed at
Ivan’s home while I stayed here with Natalia. She’s been such a help with Gabriella. She takes such care of her, but at the same time, she’s still so quiet. She’s very secretive, and sometimes I feel a bit nervous for her. She’s carrying something that is clearly difficult to bear.
Now, though, all I can think about is how beautiful I look as Helena fixes the back of my dress. I can’t wait to see how the church turns out. I picked a lot of flowers because I love them so much. They symbolize Spring and new beginnings.
That’s what Evgenii and I have, a new beginning.
I step into my room, and the bridesmaids all “Oh” and “Ah” over me. I beam at them, so proud of how happy everyone looks.
Once we’re ready, we make our way out to the limousines. Alessandro is standing outside waiting for me. Originally Romero was going to give me away as my father, but Alessandro asked if he could as the head of the family. I am so honored.
I’m nervous as the car pulls out, and we drive towards the church, but Alessandro reaches out and takes my hand, “Who has Gabriella?”
“Natalia is going to walk her down the aisle and keep her close so she’s part of the ceremony,” I give him a soft smile, “This is the happiest day of my life. Thank you.”
Alessandro chuckles, “All the women in my life are trying to send me to an early grave. By the time your turn came around, I decided not to fight fate anymore. What the Sorvino women want, they get.” I giggle.
We are silent for the rest of the trip. I’m too nervous to talk, so I take deep breaths instead.
We arrive after everyone else, and there is a lot of fuss as we all get into position.
My new life is finally about to start.
Evgenii
I stand at the end of the aisle, looking down towards the entrance and waiting. I remember Ivan’s wedding and how divided it was. The Volkov family on one side, the Sorvino family on the other, both glaring at each other and prepared for death.
It’s not like that now. The families are intermingled. They’ve made friends with each other. I see Alessandro’s parents and Ivan’s mother talking quietly in one pew. Arina now gets her fresh herbs from Helena, and they always talk business. Romero just keeps rolling his eyes at them.
I glance next to me where Ivan, Pierce, and Yuslan are standing. On the other side, the bridesmaids stand. Tori, Arianna, and a pregnant Katya. Standing right next to where Shirley will stand is Natalia, who brought our daughter Gabriella down the aisle. Once they are all in place, the music changes and I take one final glance around the church.
Sunlight streams through the colors of the stained glass, creating a beautiful cascade of rainbows on the church’s floor. There are beautiful flowers everywhere, all different varieties. Shirley loves them all and couldn’t choose. Everything is perfect. The guests stand, and I watch as the doors open.
Alessandro steps through the doors with Shirley on his arm. She looks so beautiful and so radiant that I choke up. I feel Ivan’s hand on my shoulder for support.
She’s wearing a big, puffed-out gown. The sleeves are simple and straight, but then the upper bodice is tight and bejeweled. Her breasts look like they want to escape, but I don’t mind. The gown flows down freely onto what must be a crinoline to keep it in place and spread out. She has a veil over her face, and I know it will trail behind her. Alessandro’s twins carry the ends as they walk behind her. She looks like a princess as she slowly walks up the aisle. I step down to meet them once they’re close to the front. Alessandro lifts her veil up and back over her head. I hold my hand out. Alessandro looks at me as the priest asks, “Who gives this woman?”
“I do,” he says, placing her hand in mine. He smiles. “Good luck. The woman in my family will be the death of us all. You may have noticed they always get what they want.” His voice is quiet and just for me.
I smile. “I accept the challenge.”
Alessandro moves to sit down, ushering his twins to sit with him.
Shirley beams at me, and we face each other for the ceremony. We decided to do it our way, a little non-traditional, since ours is not a traditional family.
When it gets to the vows, Shirley goes first.
“Evgenii. I promise always to love you. I promise that I will always put up with your snoring and the weird way you floss.” I chuckle as she continues, “To tolerate your lame jokes and bad days, but most of all, I promise to provide for our family and always be yours. You are not part of my world. You are my world.”
I swallow and nod, “Shirley. I wish I could say we will have the perfect relationship, but you’re really stubborn and demanding,” she snorts, “And you know what you want.” The priest is shaking his head at us, and there are giggles among the guests. “But I swear I will always protect you, love you, and try to give in to your demands at all times.”
We say the traditional vows while we exchange rings, and then the priest wraps up the ceremony and finally says what I’m waiting for. “You may now kiss your bride.”
I lean forward and kiss her deeply as everyone in the church cheers.
Outside we’re showered in rice, and everyone disperses. We go to take photos near the reception, and we have an amazing time. Shirley really outdid herself in planning a magical wedding.
I glance at the time as the sun is setting, “The DJ is due to introduce us soon. We better get going.”
We are driven over to the reception, and I help Shirley with her dress as we get out. Arianna and Helena are outside to help me, waiting to ensure everything goes well.
The ladies go ahead of us, and I lead Shirley up the stairs, “Today has been so perfect,” I say confidently.
Shirley puts a hand over mine, “Every day will be perfect while we’re together…” We stop outside the doors that have been closed to hide us from guests.
“It’s my pleasure to introduce for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Volkov,” the DJ announces, and the doors open.
It passes in a blur, and I have many favorite moments. We laugh, drink, and kiss more times than I can count. Natalia sits nearby, watching over our baby protectively so we can dance. I’m glad we chose her to watch Gabrielle tonight. She’s become an amazing aunt.
The dancing begins, and I twirl Shirley around the room, enjoying the bright smile on her face. They say you spend months planning a wedding only for it to pass in a heartbeat.
I don’t mind though. Everyone is taking photos, and I know we’ll have beautiful memories of the night to cherish.
In the early hours of the morning, everyone starts to wind down, and the DJ announces we’re leaving. Our exit song plays. It’s a sexy song about wanting to do bad things, and I have many plans like that for tonight.
We exit under another shower of rice and streamers being popped, and then after fussing over Gabrielle, we’re in the limousine on our way to the hotel we’re staying at for the night. Shirley didn’t want to be away from the baby for longer than that, and neither did I.
Shirley rests her head on my shoulder, and I stroke her hand, “I hope you’re not partied out?” I say.
“I have energy for days,” she says, laughing.
“Good, because I have ideas.” I chuckle, “Lots of ideas.”
We check into the hotel, and Shirley drags me upstairs, giggling. We pass some people in the hall and try and keep a straight face when they congratulate us on our wedding, but it’s hard.
Once in the room, I help Shirley out of the dress, and she goes to freshen up and change into something special she’s picked. I give her some time before I wonder why she’s not coming out.
I open the door and walk into the massive bathroom.
Shirley
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror of our hotel room. I have already changed into the cream-colored satin slip I chose to wear tonight. I have a matching thong on, and I examine myself closely. I’m not the woman I was when I arrived to negotiate the Staten Island deal, and I’m far from the naive teenager I was when we first met. I think I’ve filled a missing piece in myself, and I feel whole, knowing Evgenii and I have committed to each other at the highest level.
Now that Gabrielle is getting settled, I’ll be traveling to and from the West Coast, still managing the territories there for our family, and coming home every few days to my family. It makes me happy that I can continue my career and be a mother, and I know we’ll work it out.
I sigh and relax as I feel Evgenii step up behind me, sliding his arms through mine to wrap around my body. He kisses the back of my head and then rests his chin on my shoulder, looking at me through the mirror.
“How is my beautiful bride feeling?” he murmurs.
I rest my head back on him and sigh, “I feel like I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Together we can conquer the world for our family.
“I like when you’re feisty and determined. But why are you lingering here?” He kisses my neck, and I tip my head to the side, enjoying the attention.
“Just thinking about our lives and how much more complete I feel.
You complete me.”
He kisses my neck again and whispers, “You complete me too.”
I smile and shift, turning in his arms to face him. I lean up and kiss him deeply, leaving no gap between our bodies as I press myself fully against him. We break the kiss, and he takes my hands, kissing them softly.
He fiddles with my wedding band and smiles, staring at it as he speaks, “While I loved your engagement ring, and it certainly looks beautiful on your other hand. I prefer your wedding band because it’s a symbol of eternity and that you are my wife.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Who knew you’d be a hopeless romantic.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispers secretively, as though someone was listening nearby. “You’ll ruin my playboy image.”
I laugh hard at that. He pulls my hands gently and, walking backward, guides me to the four-poster bed in the center of the room. “Come cuddle with me.”
“You never want just to cuddle,” I point out.
He pretends to be offended. “I can. Come, I’ll show you.”
I get onto the bed, and once he settles back, I rest my head on his chest. His fingers tickle across my back lightly, and I sigh with happiness.
“You know, we don’t have to stop at one baby. We could have more,” I say quietly. I smile as he chuckles, and I look up at him. “Come on. Think of a cute little boy running around.”
“Gaby isn’t even a year old, and you already want another child,” he kisses my forehead. “We should wait until she’s two. She can have our attention for two years before we divide it among all the rest.”
“Lord, Evgenii, what if you get too old to have sex with me,” I pout.
He shifts, and I sit up and push myself back, resting against the backboard as he gets on his knees, “Me? Get too old to have sex with you? That will never happen, Shirl. The way you turn me on, we’ll be having sex in my nineties. If you want more kids, we can have a dozen. I will give you whatever you want.”
He switches positions to expose my belly and kiss it softly, “Honestly, I don’t care how many kids we have. I will love them all with my whole heart. You, though, you will have the most love from me. I will protect you. I will kill for you. I will spend my life pleasuring you.”
I stroke his hair softly, watching as he kisses my belly very softly. He grins as he repeatedly kisses my skin, “We can have a lot of practice between making children. I can seduce you every night…”
I let out a short laugh. “I told you that you wanted more than a cuddle!”
He kisses my belly, slowly working his way up. He pulls my nightie down to expose my still swollen and sensitive breasts and buries his head, moaning with pleasure.
I take a few deep breaths, watching him closely. He looks up and grins before he kisses my left nipple and then sucks on it. I gasp out, squirming where I sit. He holds my hips to keep me in place.
He moves to my right nipple, and I shiver, groaning, “Evgenii… don’t torture me…”
He slides his hand to my knee, then slowly traces circles up my thigh. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling until he reaches my underwear. He rubs up and down the fabric, pushing the material between my lips.
“Hmmm,” he murmurs against my skin, “Someone is very wet….”
He sits up and grins before slowly shuffling down the bed, “Relax and spread your legs.”
I shift my hips down so I’m lying more than I’m sitting and spread my legs to either side of him. He smiles, sitting on his knees. He watches me closely as he rubs the fabric between my pussy lips again, then he glosses over my clit, and it’s like electricity shooting through me. I am still so sensitive sexually.
This makes him smirk, and he slowly traces a circle around my clit. I know it’s swollen and waiting for him.
He gets comfortable, and before I can say anything or prepare myself, I feel his wet tongue slide over my clit through the fabric. God, he drives me insane when he does this to me.
“Take the fucking underwear off,” I mutter. He grins and pulls it off before settling back down.
“Why? Are you getting aroused?”
Free from my panties, I spread my legs wider, “Please….”
“Who does this…” he slides a finger between my lips, going down, “belong to?”
“You,” I breathe out the word, “Please….”
“Good girl,” he growls. He circles his tongue around my clit before sucking it hard, and my hips buck. “Fuck!”
He holds me down. “You’re going to break my nose.”
“It’s sensitive,” I groan, “I’m so fucking hot and horny. Please, just…”
I close my eyes, panting hard and waiting. There’s nothing, and my pussy is throbbing, begging for more. I open my eyes to see him stroking his cock, “I’m cumming….”
He leans forward and rubs the head of his cock in my juices. He licks his lips, and I whimper, “Just… put… it… in.”
He nods, and breathing heavily, he pushes slowly into me. I push my hips to meet his, groaning loudly. I swear if someone could hear us, they’d think I was in danger of being hurt.
He shifts his legs up and moves in and out a little. A few inches out and then in, small thrusts.
I buck my hips again, “Jesus… Evgenii, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to cut your dick off and fuck myself.”
He looks at me with wide eyes and nods. He lifts my legs and holds them as he pumps his hips, it’s still a little slow at first, but he starts moving faster and a little harder.
I reach down and hold my legs, sweat dripping down my body. Little yelps of pleasure fill the room, and I realize they’re coming from me, and I know I sound desperate.
Delicious, wet skin slapping sounds fill the air as Evgenii pushes my legs much higher, bending them over me as he fucks me the way I like.
I can feel the orgasm building up in me as his thrusts start getting more erratic. He’s closer than me, so I whimper, “Cum. You can cum without me.”
He groans and pushes deep inside me, filling me with his cum. I fall back, ready to let my potential orgasm fade away as he slips his cock out of me. Then I feel his index and middle finger. He moves them over my clit with just enough pressure. I try and close my legs, but he’s still between them. I reach down, but he smacks my hand. He presses forward and keeps moving, “You’re going to cum for me… you’re so fucking beautiful….” He keeps moving, and my mouth goes dry. I can’t help myself. I play with my nipples while he fingers my clit. I can feel it. It’s building closer and closer as he describes my beauty and what it does to him.
I lift my hips screaming out as I orgasm, I squirt, and because his fingers are still there, it sprays everywhere. He’s quick, though, to lap up my juices, moaning as he makes love to my vagina with his tongue.
I whimper, trying to turn away, but he holds me and continues. A few more minutes and another orgasm rips through me, causing me to arch my back.
I fall back into the bed, and he sits back on his legs again. I look at him, exhausted. He’s wet from my juices, and they drip down his chest and across his abs. I sigh and giggle. “We’re going to have to change the sheets.”
“I say, I make you orgasm while we shower, and while we do that, housekeeping can come to clean up,” he grins.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I sit up on my elbows.
“Death by orgasm sounds good to me.”
*****
THE END