Sweat beaded at Saija's temples, distracting her attention from her best friend Tula. Gowns were spread across several brocade chairs, and the look on Tula's face was pure frustration. Saija dabbed at her brow with the back of one neatly manicured fingernail, and smiled half heartedly.
"Sure, I know you regret accepting the position as my maid of honor, but is it really that bad, Tula? We have already chosen a gorgeous peach colored dress you look stunning in, now I need something!"
Tula brushed an imaginary stray golden lock back into her tightly hair sprayed French twist. Her tongue swept from her lips into a cat like grin.
"You are right dear, as your maid of honor might I press on your memory of that slinky sleeveless Malesco from a while ago? It flattered your figure, and made your best assets front and center..." Tula's voice trailed off as Saija looked away. She knew her best friend's mind had been elsewhere the last few weeks. "Saija, is something bothering you?
Saija thought back to the reason why she had agreed to marry Westin. She really needed to forget the reasons that were making her think twice about why she was planning this wedding. He made her delightfully happy and everything until now had been perfect. Not only was he gorgeous with sandy blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a weight lifter's build, but he was also the charismatic, super smart CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Despite all that, things had still taken a rough turn after such a long romance between the two.
The betrothed had met when she was a secretary at a company where he was presenting his product. After only several minutes of ogling eyes sent back in forth as he waited for her boss, a date night had been set for the following week. Although there had been definite sparks, and they had been so alike, they dated for several months before taking themselves off the market. The only hurried thing about their entire four year relationship was their engagement, lasting only a shockingly short two months. He proposed, handed her his credit card and sent her off to plan and execute the wedding of her dreams within two months. He however was away on business, thousands of miles away in Paris for the whole time. Tula thought he was trying to distract her from his extended absence.
Staring down at the shiny exquisitely cut two caret diamonds on her finger usually brought butterflies to Saija's stomach. Excitement of becoming Mrs. Westin Floresk made her glow like no other. It was just recently that her ring became something she avoided looking at. When it was new, its weight reminded her of Westin, of the long splendidly happy life she was going to have. Now it was just a rock, heavy and gaudy, a bobble that her mother would have killed for, but something she knew she was taking for granted.
"Earth to Saija, you've been standing in front of the mirror wearing that dress in a daze for about five minutes now. Do you like it or no?" Tula woke Saija from her trance.
"Oh, man I guess I zoned out," she looked down at the pretty lace floral bordering around the high waist hemline, and the ruffles at the straps. The creamy white did set off her tan, and the fluff of the shirt did not leave much to desire. Glancing up at her face Saija sighed at the start of dark circles beneath her usually green and perky eyes. "Let's take it, and run like hell before I change my mind."
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Skillful fingers tugged at her hardening nipples, turned cherry red from tongue and teeth lapping at their pointed tips. He rolled the ball of her right nip between his fingers until she tossed her head back, pelvis tilting upward to grind against his flat abs. He let more of his weight press her down into the feather topper of the bed, and opened his mouth around her breast. Warm breath seeped around her, but he didn't make contact. Instead he allowed her to moan and writhe beneath him for a moment before he clamped his mouth down around her breast one last time. Shiny white teeth grazed the edge of her nipple, pulling it firmly into the suction of his hot mouth. He suckled the tip until her body jerked then calmed beneath him.
"That was so great, I don't think I can move," her satiated voice whispered.
"You can't move because I've got you pinned, love." His gray eyes twinkled with mischief. His fingers tickled down her flat belly, circling her belly button with care before settling on the top of her cleft. Fingers spread toying with her inflamed lips below, and curled about her light strip of pubic hair.
"You know I promised to meet with the girls in a couple hours. It's going to take at least that long to return me to my original state," her breathless voice giggled stroking a fawn colored piece of hair that had fallen over one of his eyes.
"If I must let you go, then give me a couple more minutes, I won't see you for three days!" He rested a cheek, shaded with stubble, against her tender breast. The surface did not irritate her, rather made her moan with longing again. It certainly did not help that the stealthy fingers had began to navigate along the outer lips of her pussy, flicking at her burning clit. Fingernails gently grazed the tender inner lips, then stroking her clit from its hiding place. One pinch and her body was bucking against him, shivering. Fingers twisted the bud slightly as another finger delved at her burning hole.
"Oh shit, you've got to let me up, or we'll be wrapped up in bed all day!" She kissed his left temple, then lifted his shaggy head and kissed the other. "Three days is not as long as you think, two nights and I'll be begging you to..." Leaning down she whispered the rest of her racy comment into his ear. He grasped her sides and tickled, then blew a gentle raspberry on her tummy just below her breasts.
"Hahahaha, stop, come on... ACK!" She giggled until he stopped; gray eyes clouding over with sadness he glanced up at her before using strong biceps to lift him off her petite body and then off the bed entirely.
"Come on baby, don't get that look. You know I'll be back. I always come back right? Baby, look at me!" She cooed.
"It's not about that, it's where you go. Sure you come back, but when you do, I feel- never mind. I know you'll come back. You always do." With that said he reached to the floor and pulled on a long black robe across his muscular shoulders until his lithe body disappeared beneath it. Belted he strode out of the room.
"I always come back, baby," she whispered to the door as he shut it.
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Bright and early the next morning Saija awoke to the insistent ring of her telephone. Grimacing she yanked the covers down off her ratty t-shirt and panty covered body and scrambled across the room to the book shelf that housed the impatient ringer. With quick fingers she snatched the phone off of its cradle just before the machine answered instead.
"Hello." The words sounded more like a statement than question.
"Heya baby doll? Just wake up?" Westin's voice drawled across the lines.
"Yes, its only eight, sweetie. I had a late night." She yawned into the line.
"Doesn't sound like you miss me babe." Westin teased.
"There is a lot to be done before our wedding and without you here it is really a drag. Of course I miss you." Saija's voice sounded annoyed, not sad as though she really did miss him.
"I know you haven't seen me much, Saija, but it's necessary I work now if we plan on taking an extended vacation to Aruba for the honeymoon. We've been separated for longer than this, baby. Don't be blue, Saija, the wedding is just ten days away." Westin ignored her pissy tone and accredited it to the stress she was under. "Do you know how bad I want to be with you lover? I wish you were here, I'd slam you against this counter top and fuck you, really slowly until your cream was sliding down both of our thighs."
