Chapter Fifteen
Inside the bedroom, Carla loosened his tie and drew it away. She reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly opened each one. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuckled his belt. The outline of his cock pressed hard against the front of his pants.
Falcon stood watching as she removed her clothes. His eyes glinted as every inch of her body was revealed a bit at a time. His eyes lingered on her swelling belly and he inhaled. Carla came near and reached for his hand. She placed it against the skin of her belly and whispered.
“Baby, meet your daddy.”
She took off her panty and unclasped her bra and stood naked before him. Falcon dropped his pants and approached her. He brought her to the bed and gently rested her against the pillows.
He straddled her and began kissing her on the face, neck, her throat, before following the gentle slopes that lead to her breasts. He suckled her nipples. Carla threw back her head as a heavy sigh escaped her lips.
She pushed him on the shoulders directing him to go lower. Falcon obliged, biting her gently, licking, and tickling the narrow of her waist. Then he planted a tender kiss on her belly.
He went even lower spreading her legs wide as he went. He kissed the sides of her vagina before his tongue took possession of her clit.
Carla leaned back against the pillow as her hands gripped the back of the bed. She moaned softly as heat spread all over her body. She opened her legs even wider, rocking her body gently against his face. Her back arched as she tried to reach for more of his tongue that was creating havoc all over her body.
She wanted him inside her.
Falcon mounted her as Carla used her hand to slip him inside of her. His penis rubbed against the inside of her vagina. When he was buried deep inside, she slowly rotated her hips. She felt full, almost bursting, with every inch of Falcon that was inside of her. Her vagina felt hot even as his erection grew larger.
Falcon rubbed against her. His breathing came in short gasps. Carla tried to draw more of him as she pressed her breast against his chest.
“Go faster, Falcon,” she encouraged him.
Carla would never complain about making love with Falcon. He did things that to her that blew her mind. But there was something different about him now. She sensed he was not giving all of himself, like he was holding back somehow. Falcon suddenly stopped making Carla gasped.
“Why did you stop,” she asked, feeling frustrated and deprived.
Falcon raised his head while supporting his upper body with his elbows. He slipped put of her and sat on the bed beside her. He looked sheepishly at her and grinned.
“I’m scared I might hurt the baby,” he admitted.
Carla gaped at him and then laughed. Now didn’t seem to be an appropriate time for a lesson about sex and the pregnant woman. But she had to make him realize his fears were nothing.
“You’re so funny. There’s no way you’ll hurt the baby. It’s floating in a sac inside my uterus which is a long way off from my vagina.” Carla explained.
“Oh,” Falcon replied looking dazed. The explanation seemed to appease him but he looked embarrassed. Carla noticed that his cock had gone limp.
“Let’s do something about getting this baby angry again shall we,” she suggested huskily, taking his cock into her hands. She took him into her mouth, sucking and wrapping her tongue around it, moving her head gently down his shaft, until she heard him grunt in pleasure.
She caressed him tenderly, until she felt him grow hard again. And when he made a move to enter her, she offered no resistance.
Carla felt like she was about to burst. With all doubts gone about hurting the baby, Falcon seemed to reach out for something deep inside of him.
For Carla, it was a sensation that was strange and went beyond the pleasure of having him on top of her. Falcon was telling her something, sending her a special message.
She was his and he was hers, and that was all that really mattered.
When he came, Carla held him gently and rested him against her chest.
“I can stay here forever,” he muttered nuzzling her throat.
“Me too,” Carla replied.
Then he reached out and kissed her on the lips. It was a kiss so sweet and full of longing and telling her everything she already knew.
***
Falcon’s house was a beehive of activity. It seemed like the whole population of Riquewihr was there. Catering trucks lined the driveway and some even spilled out towards the back of the house and along the road leading to the driveway.
In the distance, Carla could see men assemble a huge white tent elegantly adorned with folded curtains. Smaller tents of similar color stood with their awnings swaying in the gentle breeze. Two men unloaded a heavy carpet and proceeded to roll it out on the grass.
From inside Falcon’s bedroom, Carla could hear doors slam as florists whose arms were laden with multicolored roses, irises and lilies, filled every nook and cranny with stunning creations.
On top of all the activity, Carla sighted Jacques leading the pack, gesticulating wildly with his arms as he directed the men where to proceed. He must have noticed her looking out from the window above and gave her a thumb up.
Carla, her naked body covered with a sheet, returned the gesture.
Falcon strolled out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still dripped from the sides of his neck and down his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he stood behind her.
“Ready for the big ceremony tonight?” he whispered in her ear.
Carla wrinkled her nose and replied, “It all seems so chaotic.”
“Your wedding planner seems to be doing alright,” Falcon gestured at Jacques below who was berating a delivery boy pushing a cart full of wine boxes.
“At the back…at the back,” they heard him say, shooing the poor man away.
When Falcon proposed, Carla was ecstatic. She would have been happy just living with him without the sacredness of a wedding ceremony. When she accepted his proposal, he said he wanted a big wedding back in New York.
Carla disagreed.
“I want to get married in Riquewihr, in your house,” she suggested.
Carla was afraid of a big wedding in New York. A prominent name such as Manchester meant celebrities and high society, people who populated his world.
Falcon was more than willing to give her whatever she wanted.
Carla didn’t realize it only meant that the guests would be flying in to Paris, ferried by limousines to the house, instead of arriving in their own cars.
The guest list blew her mind. Senators and other government officials confirmed their attendance. So did movie stars and celebrities from the entrainment world. Falcon’s friends in the cosmetics and perfume industry were coming too. A whole choir of young boys with angelic voices from a neighboring town was contracted to sing during the wedding. A famous quartet and a band were hired to provide the dance music.
Her wedding dress brought its own share of challenges. Carla had no idea where to start and who to call. The list of ateliers who were eager to show off their creations was as long as her arm. Thankfully, she remembered Esmee who was so excited to hear about the news, she practically wept.
“I just thought it would never happen for him,” Esmee said, smiling happily.
Esmee took over all the details and scoured the whole of France in search of seamstresses who were experts in the art of intricate beading. They worked day and night to finish the gown which was embellished with 70,000 different varieties and sizes of Swarovski elements. French lace for the lining and tulle fabric on top, added with a Baroque lace embroidered with French sequins, it had to be the most beautiful gown Carla had ever seen.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of activities that left Carla feeling strained. Everything was so overwhelming.
“We should have eloped and gotten married in front of a judge,” Carla commented.
“And take away the pleasure of showing you off? No way,” Falcon retorted.
Carla smiled and twisted around to face him. She studied his beautiful face. The crescent moon shape that was his brows, the penetrating eyes that stared deeply into hers, the patrician nose and flinty jaw, and the lips that stole a kiss from her.
It still hadn’t sunk in that in a few hours she would be standing in front of a minister promising to love and to hold, to cherish and to care for him for the rest of her life.
“How could I be so lucky,” she thought.
Carla grabbed a corner of the bedsheet wrapped around her and wiped the moisture of his face. Last night she thought they would follow the tradition of not seeing each other the day before the wedding. She had come to terms with that although she missed him already.
But Falcon didn’t believe in those traditions, commanding her to stay with him. Carla was fine with it because she spent the whole night and half of this day in his arms.
“Have you decided where you want to go for our honeymoon?” Falcon asked.
He had earlier suggested Africa, Scotland or anywhere in Asia. Carla had the whole world to choose from and Falcon would indulge her.
“Uhm, not yet,” she replied.
She was eager to see all those exotic places. But with Falcon by her side, he could bring her to the worst places on earth and she would still be happy.
“There’s always Paris,” Falcon suggested softly.
Carla melted at the idea. Paris was her happy place. Falcon was right when he said it was where their romance first started.
“Yes, there is always Paris,” she replied, staring into his eyes with pure delight.
*****
The End