radicalducati 112. Pumpkin Pie
112. Pumpkin Pie
EMMA's POV :
- - - Three Months Later - - -
I tried to plan our wedding on our own. We wanted a small and simple wedding, so I didn't think it would be hard or complicated, but man, was I wrong. Turns out, falling in love with Ian was the easy part. Planning a wedding? Yikes.
I don't always stress out about the wedding details. But when I do, it's always at 1 AM when I have to be up at 6 for work.
There were so many things to do. We had to pick and book the venue, choose the wedding party, get a photographer, caterer, florist, musicians, not to mention compile a guest list, browse for a wedding dress, book an officiant, and get the invitations out there, et cetera et cetera.
On top of all that, Ian and I were busy as bees at our respective work. In the end, we decided to get a wedding planner slash organizer and her name was Annie. Annie was a lifesaver. She took care of all the wedding details, so Ian and I could just focus on ourselves.
Pro tip to anyone out there who's thinking of planning their own wedding, no matter how small it is, get a planner anyway!
Our wedding was three months away. Annie had just emailed me saying that all the documents are in order. She said now was the time to get everything finalized and ready. This meant that I should start writing my vows, lay out the content for the wedding program, plan something for the bridal party, and finalize our honeymoon plans.
Everything on that list could be done easily, except the honeymoon part. I had talked to Diana about doing my work remotely for three months and at first she said no, but I kept asking and pleading with her, and now she said she would consider it. She had been considering it for weeks now and I still didn't know where we stand. So, today I figured I would ask her.
Fingers crossed I won't get fired for this.
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"I've thought about it and the answer's no, Emma. I can't afford not having you around the office. It's too risky," Diana said firmly. "I'm sorry,"
She wasn't sorry, she was just saying it. But hey, honestly, I wasn't surprised. I knew from the start she was gonna say no. I just knew.
"Okay," I sighed and slumped into the chair in front of her desk. "Then I'll just take the month,"
I was using my vacation days and sick days there, so technically, she couldn't say no. But still, from that look in her eyes, I knew she wants to.
"It's gonna be a busy month, Emma. We might still need to contact you and ask for your help. You understand, right?" she said.
"Diana... it's my honeymoon,"
"Exactly. You'll be bored out there anyway,"
Okay. Now I know why she never got married.
"Diana, please don't contact me during my honeymoon," I pleaded. "It's the only time Ian and I could spend together before we have to be apart again,"
Diana took in a deep breath and let out a dramatic sigh. Then she looked at me straight in the eyes and said, "Emma, I don't just say this to anyone so consider this your greatest compliment. I see a lot of myself in you and I believe in your potential, which is why I think you need to hear this. Own your career. Nobody cares about it as much as you should. Never let a man weigh you down, because they sure as hell won't sacrifice their career for a woman,"
There was something in the way she said those words. She didn't only believe in it fully, but it also came from a place deep in her heart. Maybe her own personal experience?
I didn't how to react to this, so I just nodded politely and said, "Thank you... Diana,"
"Sure," she muttered and turned her gaze back to the stack of papers on her desk. "You can be dismissed,"
I got up from the chair and started towards the door, but then I stopped myself and turned around again.
"Um, Diana, Sorry, but about me leaving the office early for the day..."
She looked up at me again and gave me a bored stare. Then she rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed, "Fine, go," she waved her hand carelessly in the air and said, "But just remember what I told you,"
"I will. Thank you," I said with the biggest smile on my face.
I got out of her office as fast as I could, before she could change her mind. Yeah, I didn't get the three-month leave, but I knew I wasn't gonna get it anyway. But today was also Ian's birthday and I asked if I could go home an hour earlier. I won that battle, at least.
Why do I need to be home early tonight?
Well, Let's just say that Ian is not the only one of us who can plan surprises. I can be a woman with a plan too.
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IAN's POV :
I got nothing. I literally got nothing.
I had been staring at a blank canvas for the past hour and I got nothing. Groaning to myself, I put my paintbrush down and decided to call it a night. I was in a big fat rut. I really needed that teaching fellowship in Italy. Staying in New York wasn't gonna help me produce anything, I just felt stuck and uninventive.
I really hope Emma's boss gonna say ok to her leaving for three months.
She told me this morning that she was gonna ask her boss again about it. She told me not to get my hopes up, but I just really wanted her to come with me for the whole summer.
We'd been living together for about nine months now and these were the best nine months of my life. Waking up to her kisses every morning and going to bed cuddling her would always be my favorite pastime.
And to be able to do that for a whole summer in Italy would be a literal dream come true.
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My mind was still stuck on Italy as I made my way up the stairs and to our apartment. We had 85 more days until our wedding, and 92 days until Italy. I never looked forward to anything in my life like I did right now. Reaching for the door handle, suddenly I felt a little nervous.
What if Emma's boss won't let her go?
And then I opened the door to our apartment and I was floored by what I was seeing. I stopped my tracks and stood frozen in shock for a couple of seconds. Emma was standing in our living room wearing a dress and an apron, and all around her were these balloons and a huge sign that read 'Happy Birthday'.
"Welcome home, daddy," she beamed at me and I just stared at her.
On the coffee table, there was a feast laid out for us. There were champagne, wine, a steak platter, some pasta dish, and a pumpkin pie with a candle on top.
"What's all this?" I chuckled when I finally gained my composure. I closed the door behind me and stalked closer, inspecting the scene.
"You always say you wanna try my cooking despite the fact that I've told you I suck at it. So here it is. You get to try your wife's awful cooking," she replied and walked closer to me. She stood right in front of me and she linked her arms around my neck. Standing on her tippy toes, she kissed my cheek gently and said, "I also got your mom's recipe and made you your favorite pie,"
For a while, I was at loss for words. Hearing her say the word 'your wife' made my heart double in size. Staring at her, I just shook my head lightly and mutter, "Damn, baby girl,"
"Happy birthday, Mr. Hayes," she stood on her tippy toes again and kissed me on the lips this time. She tasted so sweet. Like the pumpkin pie she baked.
"Holy shit," I hissed in between the kiss and pulled her tightly around my arms. "Damn, if I knew birthdays are gonna be like this, I should've married you a lot sooner,"
She laughed and smacked my arm playfully, but she was also blushing a little.
"Oh, hey, did you talk to your boss about Italy?" I asked her. This was the question that was on my mind for the entire day.
"Yes..." she said, pausing for a moment and she looked up at me cautiously before continuing, "But the answer's still no. I'm so sorry,"
I couldn't hide the disappointment in my eyes. I let out a long sigh and Emma gave me a sad smile. She looked genuinely sad about it too, but I understood where she was coming from, she didn't have a choice.
"That's fine," I said as I cupped her face with my hands, "I'll take what I can get,"
She nodded reassuringly and said, "We're still gonna have the best month in Italy,"
"With a wife like you, I'm sure we will," I replied, and her smile grew wider at my words.
Emma then proceeded to shedding my coat off and motioning for me to have a seat. I looked at all the food she prepared for me and it got me feeling all warm on the inside. She must have spent hours working on all this. And it was all just for me.
"Thank you for this," I said to her and I started digging on.
She watched me cautiously as I took the first bite. Honestly, the taste wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. Cooking was never her thing, but I appreciated it so much that she did all this for me.
"It's not great, isn't it?" she asked as she studied my face. "Should I just order some pizza?"
"Are you kidding?" I gaped at her and put another spoonful of pasta in my mouth. "I'm gonna finish everything,"
"No, you don't have to!" she exclaimed and tried to pull the plate away from me.
"But I want to," I argued back and held the plate down. "I'm gonna finish all of these and then I'm gonna have you for dessert,"
She flinched a little at my words. She looked up at me to see if I was joking, but I gave her my best 'I'm dead serious' look. And then she bit her lip and threw her gaze away, blushing incessantly.
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Just as I promised, I devoured my woman that night.
Laying her down on the bed, I kissed every inch of her skin and peeled off every item of clothing that was covering her. Her hands were busy pulling off every inch of fabric away from my body too. I wasn't the only one who was hungry tonight.
I was in the middle of kissing her neck and my fingers were playing with her clit, when she suddenly stopped my hand and whispered, "Wait,"
I looked at her quizzically and she let out this naughty and seductive smirk. Not giving me a chance to ask questions, she pushed me until my back hit the bed and she slowly climbed on top of me. But instead of inching her face towards mine, she brought her head towards my groin and kissed the head of my tip. Her hands and lips were on my shaft, her chest was to my stomach, and her gorgeous pussy was staring at my face.
"Well, aren't you full of surprises?" I chuckled lowly.
Ignoring my comment, she stroked my length with her hands and massaged my balls. I let out a muffled groan as her tongue grazed and swirled my tip. Meanwhile, my own tongue started caressing the pink glistening pussy in front of me. She was dripping wet already, and I savored her taste with my kisses.
Damn, I could never get enough of her.
My two hands went to hold her ass cheeks apart so I had better access into her hole. She let out deep moans as my tongue found her entrance and I plunged myself as deep as I could into her. The feeling was too much for her that she stopped moving for a second. But then she realized that she didn't wanna lose to me so easily, so she tightened her grip around my shaft and started kissing me harder.
She devoured my length with long, full, and slobbery kisses. I let out an involuntary shudder as I felt myself getting so hard under her touch. She opened her mouth wide, drew a quick breath, and without further ado, she took me into her mouth. Her soft lips wrapped me around the head and her tongue licked up beneath it.
"Fúck!" I groaned.
Her mouth felt so fucking good. Suddenly, my knees felt weak and I was under her complete control. Her head started bobbing jauntily as she tended to me, her hands stroked lovingly along my full length. Within seconds, I felt myself ready to blow. I had to use every bit of strength I had in me not to cum on the spot.
I focused myself back on the game. I licked, kissed, and sucked on her clit harder and it caused her to squirm and mewl. Using a finger, I started pumping into her core while my tongue was flicking her clit furiously. Her body tensed and jerked instinctively. I knew she was close to her climax too, and it would only take seconds before either one of us breaks.
Damn. I would really hate not having her around for two months. I would miss her so fucking much.
I really wanted her to know how much I was craving her, so I kissed her long and tenderly as my fingers thrust into her. And just like that, she clenched hard and came unraveling all over my fingers. She took a moment to stop and ride the wave of her orgasm, I wasn't stopping though. I kept kissing and playing with her womanhood, savoring all her sweet juices.
Panting breathlessly, she threw a glance at me and smiled. And once she found her strength again, she went back to kissing and sucking on my length, just as hot and as wantonly as before.
And so we consumed each other. All throughout the night.
- - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -