We spend the rest of the evening with our friends inside of Blu; everyone is having a great time. It is a surprise to see Jessie behind the bar, and it is good to see him again.
We spend the evening dancing, including a dance with Cami and her father, and for our dance, she serenades me with her own acoustic rendition of “When I Look at You.” And I have to admit, she sings it far better than Miley Cyrus. Throughout the night I notice that she seems happier than I’ve ever seen her, and I’m so happy he came — for her if no one else.
Bobby is the first to leave.
“Take care of my girl,” he tells me as he takes my hand.
“I intend to.” He pulls me into a hug and I’m surprised by it.
“I’d always hoped you two would find each other. I knew from the moment I met you that there was something special with you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He pulls back and embraces Cami. “I should’ve never stifled that beautiful talent you have. You’re beautiful and I am so honored to have been here today.”
“I’m glad you were here too. Thank you,” she whispers, and I can see that this is a very emotional goodbye for her. She knows that she can see her father again, but there is always that chance that she never will.
After Bobby leaves, I take Cami into the lobby of the hotel.
“Are you okay?”
She smiles through her tears. “I will be. I didn’t know that he’d attended my graduations, and more importantly, I was angry that he was there and I didn’t know it. But today, having him here makes up for all of that. Thank you, Tristan, for telling him. I know you couldn’t make him come, and if he hadn’t shown up, I’m not sure I would’ve missed him. But having him here means a lot to me.” She hugs me.
I use my hand to lift her chin. “Anything for my wife.” She smiles and blushes as I use a new term. My heart fills with pride and joy, knowing that this woman is mine forever.
It is nearly midnight before Cami and I escape to our penthouse suite. “How are you feeling?” I ask her. I noticed a little while ago that she was a little restless.
“I feel amazing,” she says, and she comes toward me. “Now I want to feel even more amazing.” She pushes me back on the bed, but she’s not satisfied to have me sitting and she pushes me back. She hitches up the skirt of her dress and straddles me. She brings her lips to mine, and her kiss has my head swimming. She smells amazing, like the ocean and Cami. A scent I’ve come to love, especially when we’re here.
I feel her hands move along my chest, and the cool air of the room comes through as she unbuttons my shirt. When she’s reached the last button, her lips come away from mine and she begins kissing down my neck to my chest. Her tongue flicks across one of my nipples and the small barbell running through it warms and cools quickly. She kisses her way to the other and does the same thing.
Then she moves up my chest and kisses my dragon, and I can’t take it anymore. I begin pulling up her dress and find no resistance – she’s been careful to pull it up so she’s not kneeling on it — and I love that. The dress clears her body quickly, and I am met with her beautifully full breasts. “No bra, Mrs. Michaels?” I tease — I knew she wasn’t wearing one — and she smiles, then kisses me. I kiss her back, but I want to enjoy the view a little longer so I push her back and up.
She is wearing the nipple rings I gave her. The diamonds are surrounding her nipples and the rings are helping to keep her nipples hard, and I love it. Though the rings are a little small, when my tongue grazes one she trembles, and I know they’re super sensitive and I like it, and I’m glad she does too.
She arches her back so that her chest is thrust forward, and I take that as my cue to continue. I take ahold of both of them and bring her to me, licking, kissing and sucking. She moans, and my erection strains against my pants.
My hands come away from her breasts and slide along the soft skin of her body, and she shivers and I can feel the goose bumps rise along her skin. My hands slide around to her back, and I feel a very soft ribbon along her back and my finger traces the line. “Something blue,” she breathes.
“Something borrowed?” I ask.
“The comb in my hair.”
“Something new?”
“My ring, my dress, my panties.” She smirks and kisses me.
Our dance of kisses and tongues continues until I can’t take it anymore and I need her, so I roll her over onto her back, and now I am hovering over her, holding my weight above her, and she arches her back, desperate to feel me against her. I look down the line of her body, beautiful and glowing. Her bump is more pronounced, sexier than anything I could’ve ever imagined, and I begin kissing my way down her body until my tongue finds her warm, wet center, and she comes apart under my tongue.
I roll her over slightly and bend her leg so she can brace herself, and I begin kissing along the curve of her hip, down along her back, until my mouth finds the end of one of her ribbons and I pull. The ribbon comes undone, and I take it in my hand and gently pull, watching as goose bumps form again as she feels the silky ribbon sliding along her back. She moans, and my hands begin to glide along her body and I roll her back over. She props herself up on her elbows. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she breathes, and I stand up, unbuttoning my pants and finally freeing my straining erection. I lean over her and hook her white lacy panties in my hand, and she lifts her hip. I slide them down her legs and add them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
She slides up the bed and I watch her move. She is so beautiful and it’s hard to believe that she’s my wife. These last six months have been a whirlwind of ups and downs. But the ups definitely outweigh the downs, and I love her more every day.
Soon we will be parents and will be living lives with careers and a family, both of which I never imagined I’d have in my life, but now that I do, it’s heady, overwhelming, but oh so amazing.
I climb up onto the bed between her waiting legs, and in a matter of moments, I am sliding home. “You’re my life. You are my everything. You are my wife and I have never felt more complete. I love you, Cameron Michaels.” I kiss her slowly, full of passion and needy desire. Her answering kiss is just as strong and powerful, and I am lost to her, lost in her, and I never want to be found.