The Destination Wedding Pt 05

This is the fifth part of my first story. English is not my native tongue, so please be gentle with me, but also, leave a comment and rating. The story and characters are fictional; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I followed Marie across the pool area into our suite. She had dumped our clothes on the couch, then continued into our bedroom.

I found her lying on the bed, facing me, as I entered the bedroom, her green eyes glinting in the dim light, one arm raised to invite me into her embrace.

I happily followed her invitation, lying down on top of her. We lay there, her arms wrapped around my back, me resting my head in the crease of her neck.

"Well that was a whole lot of fun

,

"

she whispered gently in my ear, lifting one hand to gently stroke my hair.

"Yeah

,

it really was

,

"

I agreed, starting to kiss her neck, slowly working my way down to her breast. She giggled and smiled, looking down at me kissing around her nipples, just barely touching them with my lips, as I moved around them.

"Hey, that tickles," she said, lightly.

"What does?"

I asked, while moving to the other breast

"Your stubble, babe. When you're gentle like that, playing around," she said, while she pushed me down onto an erect nipple.

I started sucking and playing with the nipple in my mouth.

Marie let out a moan then said,

"That's more like it, oh god, that's good

.

"

She let go of my head with one of her hands, moving it down to start playing with herself again.

But I grabbed it, pushing it over her head, instead, then letting go.

"Nuh-uh,

" I said,

"that's mine to play with."

I started moving down her warm, shapely

belly, softly kissing as I went to the warmth between her legs. I kissed the insides of her legs, then with intention, moving slowly, switching side to side, I moved to her eager awaiting lips.

Marie let out a loud moan, as I gave a soaking, full lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up past her clit.

"Oh God that's nice, keep going

,

"

she said, grabbing a handful of hair.

I followed what she wanted, licking the outside of her pussy from the bottom to the top multiple times.

Each pass, moving my tongue a different way over her clit

With each pass, she let out a lustful moan.

"Yeah

,

baby, keep going

,

I'm getting close

.

"

She lifted her hips to encourage me to keep going.

I did, but focusing more on her clit, licking and sucking it.

I listened to her breath as it grew rapidly and then she came. She pressed my face into her convulsing pussy, her wetness getting all over my face, I just kept licking and sucking, keeping her going.

"Oh god, YEAH! Fuck, babe, that's so GOOD!"

She half-screamed as I kept going.

I felt her calming down, letting up the pressure on my head. I looked up and saw her smiling, looking down at me, and she made a smooching face.

I came back up and kissed her deeply, and made sure she tasted herself on me. I could taste myself on her as well, but that did not bother me in the passionate moment,

I was just focusing on our tongues dancing with each other.

I felt her slide down a hand by my side, reaching down to grab ahold of my erect manhood.

She started slowly stroking it, then I felt an ever so light tug to guide me to her, to help guide me into her wet and glistening pussy. That amazing feeling I loved so much.

I entered her gently and slowly, not pushing myself in all the way at once, but slowly working my way back and forth; going deeper with each stroke, until I was all the way in. Then, I stopped at the bottom; just soaking in her warmth and wetness.

We locked eyes, stopping our kissing for a moment, both just savoring the moment. Then I moved in, and we had a deep and passionate kiss again. I felt her growing tighter as we did, and she came again. I pushed her down, keeping myself all the way in to enjoy myself, as she came on me. She bit my bottom lip, not hard at all, but to hold me close to her; me feeling her breath on my face.

I felt myself growing close, too, so I started to move again; still gently, making love to her, deeply and slowly, enjoying every stroke. As I felt that icy, fiery feeling starting to run down my back, I pushed myself deeper and held myself all the way inside her as I came again, pumping my cum deeply into her pussy.

We held each other in a loving embrace, both loving the moment, our bodies joined in passion and love.

She let go of my lip and gave me a smacking kiss, instead, and leaned her head back to the bed.

"Honey, you are one of a kind

,

"

she said, her eyes shifting all over my face, lifting a hand to stroke my stubble gently.

"And I love you so very much

,

"

she continued, as she held my head in her hand.

I leaned my head into her hand, rubbing my face against it, almost akin to an animal rubbing his scent on it.

"I love you

,

too

,

"

I said, stopping my head, as her hand was over my ear and looking into her green eyes.

"More than I can put into words

,

"

I continued. I rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She shifted and then laid her head on my chest and began to stroke my chest hair.

We just lay in our embrace, as we both rapidly fell asleep.

I awoke with a jerk, with a falling feeling that I would get sometimes; I sat myself on the edge of the bed. I found that Marie was nowhere to be found in the bedroom. So, I got up and checked the time as I walked into the kitchen area.

It was a couple minutes past eight; I had woken up without my alarm, which I had set to quarter past eight.

I heard the shower running, then heard the water being turned off as I made my way to the bathroom. I found Marie just getting out of the shower, having wrapped herself in a towel and then putting another on over her hair. She spotted me leaning on the doorframe, admiring her.

She smiled then said,

"Good morning, hope you slept well, I know I did, I woke up thirty minutes ago, feeling great."

She gave a twirl and then flashed a smile that said,

´

Last night was great!´

"Yeah, I slept well, though I have to say, I feel a bit knackered today. I got a light cramp in my asscheek last night,"

I said, and rubbed my asscheek to show where I was sore.

"Well, you'll find a good shower fixes a lot of ailments

,

"

she said, as she turned to one of the sinks, grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Plus

,

you need a good washing and a bit of grooming

,

"

she added, looking back at me in the mirror.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my face covered in a week-old stubble, I could smell the sweat and sex on me, and gave her a smile back in the mirror. "Yeah you're right, I do need a wash and a shave," I said, and moved into the shower.

I took a hot shower, washing every inch of me thoroughly to get rid of the smell of sweat and sex.

I ended the shower by turning the spray all the way to the coldest setting, standing a good four, five minutes in the ice water spray, enjoying the contrast from hot to the cold, and the invigorating feeling I always got from the icy-cold water.

I stepped out of the shower, wholly red and pale in my skin from the cold water. I toweled myself dry, then tossed the towel into the basket in the corner.

Feeling like a new man, moving to the empty sink next to Sarah,

I pulled out my electric razor, taking off most of my stubble; then I pulled out a safety razor and shaving kit.

The razor I had inherited from my granddad, brass and stainless steel.

I lathered my face with a brush of shaving soap, shaving my face clean. Then I pulled a towel off the rack, and washed off the soap from my face.

I found my aftershave and put a very small drop in my hands, rubbing them together, then pulling them over my freshly shaven face, the alcohol feeling icy on my skin.

Marie had blow-dried her hair and was adding some kind of mousse to it. I leaned over and gave a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm getting dressed, then starting breakfast, eggs and coffee?"

I asked her.

"Sounds great, hun," she said. "Have to finish in here, then I'll join you,"

she answered without looking, focusing on a tussle in her hair.

I walked back to the bedroom and got dressed, just a pair of chinos and a thin turtleneck sweater.

In the kitchen, I pulled out a carton of eggs out of the fridge and put six in a pot of water, and turned on the stove. I pulled a loaf of bread from a cabinet, and put four in the toaster. I pulled out a couple of coffee capsules from another, and put two cups in the machine, one extra-strong, one straight-black coffee.

I buttered the toast as they popped out of the toaster, and put two on each plate, then pulled the pot off the stove, running the eggs under cold water to stop them from being overdone. I put two eggs on Marie's plate and four on mine.

I heard the coffee machine stop and had just put the coffee down on the kitchen island, when I saw Marie stepping out from the bedroom, dressed in a floral sundress, with a bow on her lower back.

I smiled without thinking of it.

"Stop that,

" Marie said, and waved her hands to pull my gaze off her beautiful dress and body.

"Lets go over the day and what we have left to do

,

"

she continued, as she sat down in front of me, grabbing the plate and coffee cup.

"Sure, let's see, we're to greet the last of the guests, set to arrive in..."

I turned to look at the clock over the door to the pool.

"... Forty minutes or so, I have to call the priest to make sure he's good. I already got the rings from Samuel... I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

I trailed off.

"No, I don't think so, you have your speech ready?"

Marie asked, while snacking on a spoonful of soft-boiled egg.

"Yeah, it's in the breast pocket of my jacket, but I already have it memorized."

I sat down next to Marie, and took a bite of the buttered toast.

"The resort is preparing the chairs and the reception. I looked down to the beach earlier, and saw them running around, placing out the chairs and decorating the arch. The weather looks to be perfect, sun and around seventy degrees," she informed me, between sips of coffee.

"Then I think we're good to go,"

I said, and cracked open my third egg.

"Just making sure, the ceremony is at three?"

I asked Marie, for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, honey, same as the last eight times you've asked me,"

she said, and gave a playful pat on my arm.

It was a little after nine when the last of the guests started arriving.

Mostly Sarah's family from the area, and one of Samuel's work friends, who was already in Norway on business.

Most of them had arrived before the clock had struck ten, with the only one left was Sarah's Aunt Helena, who lived in the village. She arrived ten past ten, in a little old, red Renault.

She was the smallest one in Sarah's family. She was the same height as Marie at five foot five, but thin and dark skinned, a result of working outdoors for a long time. She asked us if we had liked our stay so far, and if the resort was to our liking.

We answered that it was perfect, and joked that if we were to get married, we might come back.

With everyone on location, I made a quick call to the priest to make sure he was okay and where set to arrive in time for the ceremony, which he was.

We headed up to Samuel and Sarah's suite, to let them know everything was running smoothly. We walked up the stairs and knocked on their door.

Sarah opened it, smiling ear to ear. She was not dressed for the wedding yet, clad in sweatpants and a gray hoodie that looked to be Samuel's, judging from the size of it.

"Come in, come in

,

"

she said, and waved us in. She closed the door behind us and joined us at the kitchen island; Samuel was nowhere to be seen.

"So is everyone here?"

Sarah asked, sitting down next to us.

"Yeah, everyone is here safely. The priest is set to arrive a little after one, and the resort is almost done with the preparations down at the beach," Marie answered, and put one of her hands over Sarah's, giving it a quick squeeze.

"Don't worry, it's all going great, on time and smoothly," she reassured Sarah, who let out a deep sigh, and looked more at ease after Marie's answer.

"Great, I'm so excited, we'll be heading down to the beach to take a quick walk with our parents soon," she said, and looked at the small watch on wrist. "Then we'll have a light lunch before getting dressed and ready for the ceremony," Sarah continued.

We heard a flush from the bathroom and a clean-shaven Samuel walked out, dressed in black sweatpants and a blue hoodie.

He smiled and sat down next to us.

"So how's it going?"

He asked.

We got him up to date, and he nodded.

"So do you want to join us for our walk?"

he asked me and Marie.

"Sure, we'll join,"

we said.

He got up and gestured to the door.

"Let's go then."

he said

We headed out, first to Anna's cabin, then Elizabeth and Björn's, then set off down to the beach. There was a path next to it that ran close to the shore that we walked on for a good while, a little over an hour, but at a leisurely pace, before heading back. We talked about memories and future plans while we walked.

We got back to the resort a little before one, where we sat down for a light lunch of summer salad.

Then we headed back to our suites and cabins, getting ready for the ceremony. Samuel and Sarah were accompanied with a stylist that arrived a little past one.

Marie and I got to our suite, and got dressed for the wedding. The style was classical, the men were to dress in black suits, the ladies in long dresses, preferably in blue or green colors.

I dressed in my tailored suit, white dress shirt, and silver cufflinks with a stylised hammer and chisel on them. Hanging from a silver chain was a silver pocket watch, both a family heirloom. I had an emerald green bowtie with a matching pocket square.

I watched Marie stepping out from the bathroom, dressed in an emerald green dress, with an intricate flower pattern sewn into it that you could only see from up close. She had her hair down, except for a single stylish braid that held the hair out from her face; a silver hairpin made to look like a birch branch held the braid in place.

I stared unashamedly at her, a smile radiating to my face as I looked her up and down.

"Wow... You look absolutely stunning, babe!"

I said to her

Marie blushed and swayed a little, holding a fold of her dress, swinging it a little back and forth.

"Thank's, you really like it?"

she asked, making a full turn for me to see it all.

"

Like it, I love it! You look beautiful

,

"

I said, and walked over to her, taking her in my arms, and then giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Well, you clean up quite nicely yourself,"

she said, while adjusting my pocket square, then reaching behind my head to give me another quick kiss.

"Well, shall we?"

she asked, nodding towards the door.

"

Yeah

,

let's

,

"

I answered, letting her go, but extending my right arm to grab a hold of her as we headed down to the beach.

We found the priest setting up his bible to a small table behind the arch. We introduced ourselves as the best man and maid of honor. We chatted a little while, but then excused ourselves to check on the others. But everything was running without a hiccup.

Soon enough, the rows began to fill up and it came time to start the ceremony. With everyone seated, I checked my pocket watch and saw it was time, two minutes to three. Me and Marie rose, and we headed to our places, on the outside of the arch. I gave a nod to a smartly dressed young man behind a table, who started playing.

First, a classical folk tune, and Samuel walked out, dressed in a tailored black suit, with a white pocket square, accompanied by his mom, Anna. Samuel helped Anna to her seat in the front row, then he took his place on the right side of the arch, in front of the priest, while the music died back down.

The next song was the classical 'Wedding March'. All the guests stood up, as Sarah came slowly walking down the aisle, holding arms with Björn, and behind them, Elizabeth.

Sarah looked absolutely breathtaking; you heard an audible gasp as the guests turned to watch her walk by.

Dressed in a white fit-and-flare wedding dress, tight fitting down past her hips where then it gradually flared out towards the hem of the skirt, her body looked like that of a goddess, with her toned arms and shoulders exposed.

Her blonde hair was put half up with a side ponytail, it shone like the sun was in it. She had a simple bridal set of white gold and crystals, a necklace, a pair of small matching earrings, and finally, in her hair's ponytail was braided a series of small white gold and crystal flowers.

She smiled at her dad as she walked, then she looked at Marie, to Samuel, and lastly to me, standing slightly behind Samuel. She gave a wink when she saw how I looked at her.

To the guests, it looked like she gave it to Samuel, but I knew it was solely for me.

Björn walked her all the way to the arch, where he handed her over to Samuel and the priest. He gave his daughter a quick kiss, then sat down next to his wife in the front row. All the guests sat back down.

The priest started the ceremony, they had chosen a short bible verse about the importance of family and friends and how the bible taught us about love. Then the priest asked me forward to present the rings; they exchanged them with each other and then read their vows.

"... In the name of God, I, Sarah, take you, Samuel, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. ..." Sarah said following the instructions from the priest

"... In the name of God, I, Samuel , take you, Sarahl, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. ..." Samuel repeated after the priest.

"

...

You may now kiss the bride

,

"

said the priest, and he closed his bible.

They kissed and embraced; the guests rose and applauded, whistling and cheering. Many cried tears of joy. Sarah and Samuel walked back down the aisle toward the mansion's restaurant. With me and Marie walking behind them, she holding onto my arm again, followed by the parents, and then the rest of the guests.

The wedding party entered the restaurant, and sat down where they found their name card on the tables. We sat at the bride and groom's table, along with their parents.

The food started to arrive, with the first dish of a light risotto with grilled vegetables. Then came the mains, tenderloin along with roasted root vegetables, and for those who preferred the same but with grilled perch. There were no vegans or vegetarians amongst the guests, and the kids got chicken and fries.

Then came the wedding cake. Instead of a heavy cake, they served a classic strawberry shortcake with whipped cream.

All the way, they served locally brewed ciders and beer, and to accompany the strawberry cake, a sparkling wine.

All the guests had a great time, eating, chatting and laughing. Some guests got up and gave toasts to the newlyweds, with most getting light laughter and polite applause.