…Josh POV…
It is early morning, and I can't seem to get Becca out of bed, she is stubborn and does not want to move.
I make my way to the kitchen to go make her a hot cup of coffee, well the milk is not going to do her any good, but she is still begging for it.
As I get to the room, I do not see her in bed. My heart stops beating, and a terror sends chills throughout my body. I immediately rush my way to the bathroom, where I find her standing there.
It only takes me but a second to change that horror into a very welcoming smile. In front of me is Becca, completely naked, just about to get ready to have a shower.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself."
"Do you want to come to join me?"
"Are you going to be okay to go out?"
"Josh, I am not about to ruin our little time here by staying inside. Now, are you coming inside?"
She pulls me into the shower. I step forward, pressing her body against the glass, pinning her ha
I am looking at Becca as she is lying on the floor; just as the horror sets over my body, I hear her grunt and curse underneath her breath."Becca?""Josh, help me; I dropped my phone under the bed.""God, Becca, I thought you fell off the bed.""What that not be hilarious, now please help me and stop staring at me like that."I only but chuckle at her; the damn woman nearly gave me a heart attack. After teasing me for nearly an hour over my silliness, we finally fall asleep in each other's arms.The next day we visit the Georgian House Museum; I have never seen anything so boring in my life before. It is a collection of furniture from the 19th century. It is porcelain silver, and do not forget the chandeliers. It was nothing that truly excited me at all.The day after the boring museum, we had a picnic on the Meadows, yes, an actual picnic; it is possibly one of the nicest things I have done so far in Edinburgh. It is the perfect day
Our first stop is Paris; I knew that I would fall in love with the City of Light or, as they also say, City of Love.Now it houses all the finest designer names, well I was mistaken when she told me that she is not a woman that likes such early things. So instead, I took her to the Eiffel Tower, Versailles Palace, Sacre Coeur, and lastly to the Notre Dame Cathedral.For three days, we got lost in the city that is known for its romantic ambiance, gastronomy, fashion, and art. Sadly on our last day, we made a quick trip to the Luxembourg Gardens.The last day before we need to leave for our next destination, Josh and I are lying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. There is an uncomfortable silence between us, and I know there is something on his mind.He leans over and kisses me gently, "I love you, Becca," he whispers.I link my fingers around his neck and pull him closer."I love you, Josh."I take his mouth and move my lips move
I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for beyond all the craziness that fill our lives, I need to allow myself to remember what drives me. What makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms. Should I not have had her presence in my life, I would not have had the sheer willpower to take the impossible on. But with Becca, I need to prove myself as the man I wish she would desire.To have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.I have never been more assured to have chosen her to be mine for life. I promise her my deepest love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the futur
…Josh POV…It has been a week since we have returned from our trip. I asked Becca if we could get married this weekend. At first she was rather shocked, but then the excitement set in and she very eagerly said yes. So this is where we find ourselves tonight. We are having some sort of a ceremony, a dinner with our friends as our rehearsal dinner.Well, we both do not talk to our families, so there will be none of them present tonight or at our wedding. We will be having a very small ceremony, which fits me absolutely perfectly.So we are finding us at some quiet little restaurant down the road here from us in town. I can honestly say that I have never seen Becca so radiant as I have seen her in days.As she sits here next to me, I know that I will never love another woman so much as I love her. And when she speaks next, my body tingles at the mere words that sound like the whispers of angels."Josh, thank you for doing this for me."
She feels so soft, I just want to be near her, near her skin. I want to run my lips over her body. I want to feel her heart throbbing through her veins. But most of all I want to taste her, I want to sink my teeth down into her neck. I know I must let go but I can't, I can't pull myself away from her skin.I hear her softly whisper my name, "Josh.""Ssshh Becca. Just a minute."She closes her eyes and I can see she is getting as much pleasure as I do from it. What if I just prick her once, once I am sure she will not notice it.She leans her head back against the wall and let me roam her neck. I cannot keep it in anymore. I crave her, not the hunger to feed but the hunger to please. I want to take her body to a height of pleasure that she will never experience from a mortal man.As my lips run slowly down from the tip of her ear down the bare of her neck to the edge of her shoulder, I can see her body slightly shiver. I know it's not from the cold
…Becca POV…What I feared has happened, Jenni has dragged me into her room just before sunrise to start getting me ready for a wedding that is only happening in eight hours. By the looks of her, it seems that she has not slept a wink. So I refrain from making any comments and allow her to pull at my head in every direction to get the perfect do that, as she says, will complement my face and, of course, my dress.After what seems like at least three hours, she looks at me very satisfied in the mirror and nods at her creation.Next is my wedding dressing, now if I thought that this would be easier, well, it is an understatement. If it is not bad enough that they cannot tuck my breasts in properly, which seems to have grown overnight, she pushes and pulls until she is it in one perfect spot.With only but an hour two spare, she slips into her dress, and we look at each other, then of course Jenni has to say something, and there goes my make-up
…Becca POV…The time has come for me to turn the corner. The time has come for me to make my bridal walk towards the man that I will be spending the rest of my life with. This is the very last moment that I can still decide to do this and turn around and run. But as I peek my head around to where he is standing at the altar, I know that I am exactly where I want to be.With a very nervous Jenni behind me, I am being urged on to make my bridal walk down a carpet that is covered with, yes, much to Josh's horror; it is covered in pink rose petals.So just as I begin, Jenni pulls at my hair, and checks my dress, and I have a quick look at my make-up. Jenni then looks at me, "Now let us get this wedding on the way."I take one step forward and then another, short and hesitant, but slowly to my future. Then the wedding march starts playing, and I know that it is time to go. So I slip in that corning in absolute elegance.At first, my eyes l
…Josh POV…Our wedding was absolutely beautiful. After every disaster that happened, everything turned out perfect and just the way that Becca wanted it. It was her fairytale, and she was beyond happy. Apart from me being a ball of nerves and almost passing out a few times, I actually managed to get through the ceremony.And at least Becca did not say much about the amount of whiskey that I did have on my breath. I think if she could, well, she would have done the same.The reception was just as perfect; it was just with all our friends and the real family members that we needed. Thank god, there was not embarrassing speeches and story to be told from when I was a young extremely naughty boy. I think Becca would have been embarrassed if she heard of more of what I got up to when I was small.Our first dance was like the very first time I met her, it was special, and it is something that I will always remember. Though we really did not