At exactly 7:00 PM on Saturday, September 5th, Steve and Kayla exchanged vows on Pier 16 while a very small group of their closest friends and family watched. Almost everything about this wedding day was different. This road that always should have been. It was so powerful that they truly felt it like a physical presence all around them. Some things were the same. Kim and Adrienne stood up for Kayla, that was the same. Carrie and Max remained the flower girl and ring bearer, that was the same, too. But everything else was new ground. For one thing, Marcus wasn’t with them. They tried to manipulate “running into him,” but Kayla didn’t have access to the recruiting process, and all she could do was confirm that he wasn’t employed at University Hospital yet. They knew he’d be there by November, but that was two months off, so their timing was not going to work to have Steve’s best friend there. For another, Steve also didn’t have it in him to have Shane stand up this time. Kayla understood and didn’t want that, either. So, this time, Steve contacted Bo and said he had two weeks to get his ass home to be his best man or he’d sail a ship after him and sink them. Without further ado, Bo and Hope came in with Shawn Douglas with barely enough time to spare, and Hope rounded out Kayla’s side of the wedding party. Roman and Justin did so for Steve, and this alternate timeline marched on in such harmonious rightness that they almost forgot that this was a jump that would not live on in proper history.
Kayla’s dress reflected far more of her current 2009 style than the big, big, 1980’s that she was smack dab in the middle of. Kim and Adrienne went with her to buy the dress off the rack at a vintage dress shop and asked if she was sure this was really what she wanted. Was she sure she didn’t want a little poof or something? Yes, she was sure. Been there done that twice with poof, she wanted more tailored, classic lines, not just because her style had changed, but because this wedding was to be the opposite of big. When Kayla came out of the dressing room, neither of her bridesmaids could deny that the gown she chose was positively stunning. The sleeveless, ivory, satin, column dress hugged every curve with draped femininity. The v-neck bodice fit her like it was sewn onto her frame, ending in an empire band encircling her just below her bust, and set in the center of the V by a flowering of fabric gathered into a rose. The bottom shift falling from the empire waist was a simple column in the front that flowed into a moderate train in the back that could be buttressed beautifully with a sigle hidden fastener. This was a truly vintage dress with tiny buttons up the back, not a zipper, and its simple lines were unfettered by adornments, lace, or sequins. What amazed all the women was that this dress didn’t need to be the least bit altered. Not even hemmed. It fell to the exact right length, and every part of Kayla’s body made the dress sing in a pitch so perfect that it was as if the dress chose her all those years ago. That it had been waiting for her to find it. And that its rightful owner had finally given it its purpose. It was more evidence to Kayla that fate was waiting for them in 1987. And that she and Steve were finally meeting it.
She almost wore her mother’s veil, again, but at the last minute she decided that as important to her as it was to wear it, she already had twice, and she wanted that special veil to stay part of her original wedding dress. This time she wore a single, floor-length layer of fine mesh that fell from three yellow roses woven onto a comb that sat near the top of her head in the back. Her hair was swept into a loose updo that was beautiful and truly ahead of its time. Hope, asked her how she thought of such an amazing style, and Kayla just smiled and said she dreamed it.
Steve brought his style to this day, as well. This time he wore a crisp white tuxedo shirt under a silk vest of vertically banded bright grey with darker, narrower grey bands separating them. He wore a monochromed bright grey necktie, black pants, and a single yellow rose boutonniere to match the single yellow rose that Kayla walked down the aisle with. The tux rental shop didn’t understand why he didn’t want a suit jacket or a tie that wasn’t the same exact color as the vest, and Roman really didn’t get it, but Steve didn’t care. This was going to be perfect.
Pier 16 was special because it was the one that led to the boat they were originally married on. They had very few guests at this wedding, and that’s the way they wanted it. It wasn’t about quantity, it was about the significance of the symbolism. The location of their original wedding was right in front of them. The number of years they were separated was 16. Almost everyone important to them in both this year and their rightful one were there. Kayla’s rings were consistent, and their love was so strong it felt impenetrable.
Steve and the minister were situated eight feet down the pier while the wedding party lined up on either side of it on the boardwalk. Before Shawn walked his daughter past the guests, who stood for the brief ceremony, to give her away down the pier to the man that he had no idea was already her husband, he whispered to her, “I’m proud of ya, lasse. He’s not the man I imagined for ye, but I see now that he’s the one you’re supposed to have. I love you.”
Kayla looked at her father and realized how lucky she was that she kept being given opportunities to be with him again. People lost their loved ones every day and wished for nothing more than just one more minute with them. She got her one more minute several jumps ago and thought that was probably it. Only it wasn’t, because then she got 1979. Now she was arm in arm with him, once again, being given away at her wedding and told that he loved her. She’d grown used to his presence, and her mother’s, too, on these jumps, but it was times like these that Kayla felt the poignance; it was all she could do not to sob as she embraced her father and told him how much she loved him, too. Steve could see her over the heads of their guests from his position on the pier. His heart went out to her, because he knew every moment Kayla got with her father was bittersweet for her and that right now they were exchanging something special.
Jesu, Joy played by the lone violinist standing off to the side (another detail they kept from their first wedding), as Shawn walked his daughter through the center of the standing guests. When she reached the wedding party, she tried to look at them, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man who couldn’t tear his from her. When Steve watched her walk down the aisle the pier created for them, she was a vision he’d never seen before. And so was he. Not just to each other, but to the onlookers, too. Strangers just walking down the boardwalk stopped to take in this couple about to exchange vows. They were so positively stunning it blew them all away. Never had there been a wedding like this in the history of the Brady or Johnson families, and there never would be again. They were visually captivating, and the love for each other that teemed from every pore in their bodies was charged with brilliance that electrified the air.
Steve and Kayla continued to stare at each other as the minister asked who gives this woman and this man. Caroline and Jo joined them as Shawn said, “their mothers and I do.” Steve then walked the short distance up the aisle to meet them at the T where the boardwalk met the pier. He kissed his mother, who was already crying. Kayla kissed her mother and father, then Shawn released his daughter’s arm and placed her hand in Steve’s. When she touched her husband, they both felt something pass through them that was warm and … indescribable.
Shawn placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder while his other grabbed their clapsed hands. He looked at Steve and said, “Take care of her, son.” Kayla felt Steve jump slightly when her father called him son, and her heart flew for what she knew he was feeling.
“I will, Shawn. I promise I will.” Shawn and Caroline went to stand beside Kayla’s bridesmaids, and Jo went to stand beside the groomsmen. Now Steve and Kayla looked upon each other. They were really here. Really getting married. In the year they were always meant to. It was overwhelming.
“My God, Kayla.” They were the first words Steve had spoken to her since their separate bridal parties had whisked them away from the loft at lunchtime. Kayla smiled, and the golden reds of the setting sun on the horizon reflected off of their shimmering attire as much as it did their radiant skin.
“Ah-ah,” the minister cut in, “I believe you’re stepping on my lines.” The onlookers laughed, but Steve and Kayla just smiled as they continued to take each other in. The minister went through his portion of the ceremony, opened with a prayer, and spoke for a few minutes that neither of them really heard. Their attention was solely on each other. Oddly, neither of them worried that they might jump before they could get through it; they both felt a strange sense of security in this timeline. “Now Kayla and Steven have their own vows they’d like to say to each other in lieu of the to have and to hold that I usually get to say.” More chuckles from the crowd, and suddenly the spotlight was on them. Only … there was no spotlight. No crowd. No minister. The only thing they saw was each other.
“Can I go first again?” Steve asked her. Kayla nodded. Steve took her hands in his, the long-stemmed rose clasped with them, and he began. “Sweetness …” Steve’s voice was soft and velvety, but strong as he looked her right in the eye. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was going to be like this. That it could ever be like this. Now that I see it …” he raked his eye down her beautiful body then up to their clasped hands. He brought them to his lips and kissed them, closing his eye to the intense feelings inside of him. “Kayla, I would have given anything to have this with you. To have done it right and have this day with you. This life.” Only Kayla knew what Steve truly meant by these words that were touching her very soul. “And now it’s here. And I see you. It’s September 5th, 1987, Sweetness, and you’re standing there looking so beautiful … with my Kayla inside of you. I see you … in your eyes. God, you’re really here with me. I love you. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. I would die for you, Kayla.” Kayla gasped as she parted her lips and let tears pour down her face. Then he cupped her face with both hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs as he whispered so that only she and the minister could hear it, “Without a single regret, I would give my life for you, Stephanie, and Joey, and I would die a happy man to do it. And if I ever have to again I will. Again and again, I will.” Steve couldn’t keep his own tears at bay, and now they flowed freely with hers.
Still holding her face, Steve kissed his wife, the onlookers crying, themselves. Kayla tried to stop crying, but the emotion squeezed her heart.
Steve wiped his eyes and huffed out a breath. “Don’t cry, baby,” he said, “the minister isn’t gonna let us go until you do your part.”
Everyone laughed through their tears as they kissed again, and the minister cleared his throat a couple of times. “You like putting that cart before the horse, don’t you, Steve?” he said only half joking.
“Steve never could take direction!” Bo yelled, which lightened it up enough for Kayla to pull herself together.
“Yeah, I think you resemble that remark, Beauregard,” Steve jabbed back appreciatively, because the comical distraction helped focus them to get through this.
“I believe it’s my turn,” Kayla finally piped in.
She gingerly wiped the fingertip of her ring finger under each eye to salvage the makeup before her mascara ran. Then she looked at Steve, who mouthed I love you, Sweetness. She mouthed back, I love you more, and he smiled. Then she took a deep breath and began.
“Life has a way of bringing you things you don’t expect. That you don’t even know are possible. When I was a little girl dreaming of what life would bring me, I never expected to be standing here on this pier with you. What I expected … what I dreamed about … was so much less. I didn’t know there could be … anyone … any life … anything … like the life you’ve given me. I didn’t know I could love someone this much. I didn’t know that when my soul found yours that my heart would bond so fiercely with yours. I told you once that you made my dreams come true. But the truth is that you gave me dreams I didn’t even know I had. You are just as strong and true today as you were yesterday and as you will be tomorrow, and in 20 years, and in 50. We’ll always find each other, Steve. I’m still yours forever. I love you.
Steve exhaled, his tears flowing freely. There were no words to describe how either of them felt. This wasn’t just a wedding for them, this was the realization of what should have been. It was so overwhelming that neither of them could find words. They did know, however, that the other felt the same way, because they could see it in their eyes. Even the straight-laced minister was taken aback by the love these two had for each other. He gave them, not to mention himself and the witnesses, a moment to process. Then he proceeded with the exchanging of rings.
“I do,” Steve said with a glint in his eye as he slipped the wedding ring onto Kayla’s finger.
Kayla giggled happily with the knowledge that only they had of how many times those words had been spoken. Then she did the same. “I do, too.” Then she added in the faintest of whispers, “as many times as it takes.”
“Baby …”
All too soon, the minister pronounced them husband and wife. When he did, a charge ran through them. They were married. In 1987. It was unreal. “Now, Steven, you may kiss your bride. Again.”
Steve and Kayla came together in a rush of emotion, pressing their bodies, lips, and souls together in a kiss that moved them all. It was passionate, loving, and full of every promise to each other that they’d ever made and ever would make. It was pure and true as their tongues danced to the music their souls made. It was the note in their aria that sung the story of the life that was intended. And their universe felt as right as it ever would.
The kiss lasted longer than any of their previous wedding’s kisses, and when they finally broke, they embraced each other tightly. “Never leave me, Steve. Please never leave me!”
“Never!” Steve rasped through the euphoria of his tears. “You’re my anchor, remember?”
“Do you know how lucky we are?” Kayla cried. “To get this second chance at this life?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I do.”
Finally, they dried each other’s faces, then turned to the small crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the minister said, “Mr. and Mrs. Steve and Kayla Johnson!” Everyone cheered, all the women continued to cry, except the mothers, who sobbed, and then Steve and Kayla walked up the pier holding fiercely to each other’s hands, past their guests, and were followed out and into the small bistro behind them by the wedding party.
Hope scuttled the two of them hurriedly into the manager’s small office and told them in no uncertain terms that they were not to come out until the violinist began playing. “These are your very first moments as husband and wife,” she explained. “It’s so important to spend them alone. You’ll never have this again. I wanna hug you two so bad, but the first hugs should be with each other.”
It was surreal to hear this, because it was true, and they’d already had this. Twice. Third time’s the charm, Steve thought. “Thanks, Sweet Thing.”
“Love you, Hope,” Kayla added.
“Ok, now, go on!” Then she shut the door. They looked at each other, and no words were needed. Steve found some, anyway.
“Kayla, you’re a vision.” He played his fingers in the nape of her neck under her veil. She smelled so good. The look in his eye was intense. “You look like something out of a dream. I couldn’t believe it when your pop was walkin’ you toward me.” Kayla ran her finger down Steve’s patch and caressed his face with her fingertips. “There are only two days you looked more beautiful than you did walking down that aisle out there, Sweetness.” Kayla smiled, expecting him to say the other two days she walked down an aisle. But like she said in her vows, her husband was always so much more than what she expected. “The moments you gave me my son and daughter.”
Kayla was struck. Completely and utterly struck. Because she knew he meant it. The least attractive she’d ever look were the two moments she’d delivered her children, yet she knew that he meant it when he said that to him, at those moments, she was at her most beautiful.
“I know what you thought I was gonna say.” His face was still solemn. This was not something he was going to be joking about. “I wouldn’t give away any of our weddings for anything. I wouldn’t give away any of the happy moments of our life, Kayla. But I feel so …” he struggled for the right word, “… at peace. Because you set it right for us.”
“We set it right,” Kayla insisted.
“No, Kayla, you did. You fixed it.”
“And the other you followed through. Then you jumped in, and we fixed the rest of it together. Think about that. This is our life together. For as long as we’re here. And it’s going to be beautiful.”
“As beautiful as you are right now.”
“You’re beautiful, too,” Kayla said, palming his face in her hands. “You’re so handsome.” She ran her hands up and down his chest over the vest. Kayla kissed her husband’s cheek and lingered. It made him feel so good. Then she looked up at him. “Your vows,” she whispered. “They took my breath away.” Emotion tore at her heart remembering his exact words, and a tear spilled quickly over her lashes.
“I meant every word.”
Kayla nodded. “I know,” her voice shook. “So did I.” Now she really cried. And it wasn’t the amplification effect heightening her emotions, it was how pure and true their love was. She felt his love around her like she felt this dress on her body. Intimately. Uniquely. Made to fit only her. “I think everyone has one soulmate through one lifetime after another. You’re mine, Steve. When you were gone, my soul wasn’t whole. I was able to enjoy my life with our beautiful daughter and friends. And I loved being a doctor. I imagined you were out there watching me, proud of me. You weren’t ever out of my thoughts. Even in meetings or when I was cleaning the house … you were somewhere on the edge of my consciousness. But my soul was missing its mate. I thought it would have to wait until my next lifetime to find yours again. When I got you back, I felt our souls come together again. I felt it. I don’t have words to tell you what you mean to me, Steve. To tell you how much I love you.
Steve wiped her tears as he fought off his own. She touched him so deeply. She leaned her face to his and kissed him with such love. Steve marveled at how his stomach could still flip when she kissed him. After all these years. It wasn’t the heightened emotions for him either. It wasn’t how much this timeline fit, and it wasn’t the heat of the moment. It was her. It would always be her. He never tired of her face. He never failed to be moved by how much he loved her, and he never failed to feel the intensity of her love for him in good times and in bad. This, of course, was a very good time, replacing the one that was very bad. Kayla had said that his vows to her took her breath away. But he had more to declare to her. For only her to hear.
“Sweetness …,” he sighed into the kiss. “Thank you, baby. Thank you …” Kayla pulled back and silently asked for what. “For being mine. For loving me. For finding me like a needle in a haystack. For giving me our children and your virginity. For taking me back every time I hurt you.” Steve’s tears were just on the surface now, barely contained. “For believing in me while I was doing the hurting, believing I didn’t mean any of it, waiting me out, for me to come to my senses, and sticking by me when I didn’t deserve it.” Now the tears fell, and he cried openly with his wife. She kissed the tears away as he continued to say these continued vows to her. “I never deserved you. I still don’t deserve you. But I’ll never let you go. And I won’t live without you. This day was different the first time. It was so devastating for me that I remembered it more than 20 years later. Seeing the only woman I’d ever loved in the whole world tell me that another man wanted to marry her. I watched myself tell you I didn’t care like I was outside of my own body. I was screaming at myself to wake up and beg for your forgiveness. Kayla …,” he sobbed.
“Shh, baby …”
“… this is what I missed. This is what I cheated us out of. But now we get to have it back. Now I can remember this day as the day I married you and not the day I lost you. And I don’t care where we jump or how many times we jump, or that none of it is going to stick. Today will always be the day you married me. From now on.
“Steve,” she whispered with the most heartfelt emotion that had ever come over her. They kissed with romantic abandon, their tongues stroking each other with promise.
“Those are my vows to you, Kayla. All of them.” He continued kissing her, and his penis stirred with a need to join with her and make her feel his love at the deepest possible level. Kayla felt the same, her nipples hardening beneath the smooth surfaces of her bra and dress. They were going to be expected soon, however, and Steve wanted to keep looking at her in this beautiful gown that made her look like something out of 1940.
They stood holding each other for several minutes, their tears ebbing until their hearts slowed and the violin began to play. “I think that’s our cue,” Kayla chuckled. She wiped under her eyes without benefit of a mirror. “Do I look ok?” she asked.
The green of Steve’s eye deepened. “Haven’t you been listenin’, baby?”
“I meant my makeup,” she smiled. “I don’t want to look like a raccoon.”
“Oh, I can think of a few times you showed up on my doorstep in the rain lookin’ like the prettiest raccoon I’d ever seen.”
Kayla straightened her husband’s tie and cocked her head. “Come on, now. Be honest. Is my makeup ok?”
“Yeah, Sweetness, you’re good. Don’t blame me if you don’t like what you see in the mirror, though, I’m biased.”
Kayla rolled her eyes with completely insincere annoyance and smiled up at him. “Well, that’s good enough for me, then.”
They walked out into the reception that Kayla’s parents had insisted on giving them, which they relented on only after promising not to balk at the very small guest list – half the people at their first wedding weren’t even at this one – and truly enjoyed the company of the people closest to them that they loved the most. Normally Steve would have missed having his brother there. But right now Jack wasn’t the man he would one day become and was the last person Steve wanted to see today. His mother and sister beamed like their worlds were as whole as they’d ever become. Steve knew better and spent some time with each of them, as Kayla did with her family. It was special to have Bo and Hope there, too, and Kayla was so happy to see her little nephew, Shawn Douglas, when he was still so little and innocent.
This was small reception, and they didn’t want a big production. The violinist would be there playing beautifully for them during the reception of wine and heavy hors d’oeuvres, and of course, wedding cake. But Steve wanted to make sure there was one dance he had with his wife. Steve was just about to nod to the violinist that now was the time when Bo got up and tinked his glass.
“I never thought I’d see the day that this idiot would marry anyone, much less my sister.”
“Hey,” Kayla protested with as little mirth as she could, “that’s my husband you’re talking about!”
“Yeah, and thanks to you I’m related to him, now, thanks a lot.”
“Happy to serve, Bo,” Steve piped in with a drink of his red wine.
“A’right, a’right, bein’ serious, now,” he said. “I don’t have a lot I wanna say, those vows I think said it all.” A hush fell over everyone, because the heartfelt words that Steve and Kayla professed to each other in the privileged presence of each of them were so revered by everyone, that no one wanted to dilute their significance. “Steve … We didn’t always have it good. But back in the day, I loved you like a brother. I knew on all our escapades that you were always putting me first, looking out for my best interest. You were my best friend. When things went bad … well you never stopped being my best friend. I’ve missed a lot of years with you. Now that you’re family, I hope to get them back. I’ve seen the man you are with Kayla, and it’s the same man I met when I was 17. I’m grateful that my sister has you to look out for her and her best interests like you did with me. Steve locked eyes with Bo. For just a moment he felt a pang of desperate loneliness for the friendship he continued with Bo in 1979. He wished he could make Bo remember it. He wondered how his Blues Brothers record was faring under the floorboards with his harmonica and photograph of himself with Kayla. Steve’s eye stung with the loneliness fomented by Bo’s speech, but then Kayla took his hand. And she centered him with the love flowing through her and into him.
“As for you, Sis, you’re somethin’ else. No one was ever more on my side than you were, even when I was wrong.”
“You were wrong once?” Roman threw out there.
Bo chuckled along with others. “You were my biggest advocate, you scraped me up off the sidewalk and patched me up when I got myself in hot water.”
“Sounds familiar,” Steve whispered.
“And you refused to see anything but the good in people. That’s how you ended up with this guy. I’m glad he has you to keep him honest. He deserves a little happiness. I think you two were probably made for each other, so live it up, because ya only live once.” Steve and Kayla fought grins. If only Bo knew. Bo raised his glass, and everyone followed suit. “To Steve and Kayla!”
“To Steve and Kayla!” the room echoed.
Now Steve stood up and held his hand to Kayla for her to follow, which she did. They turned toward their guests, and Steve began his own speech.
“You ever hear of brevity, dude?” he said with an eye toward Bo. Their guests laughed, no one more than Shawn. “My wife and I …” Several aw’s andoh’s sounded in response. “… want to thank you for sharing this day with us. For reasons we can’t really explain, September 5th is a very important date to us.” Kayla felt heat radiate through her when Steve brought Kayla’s hand to his lips and placed a wet, lingering kiss on her knuckle.
“Steve and I have been through a lot to be together. But I’d go through ten times that to be with him.” Steve smiled at her, he loved her so much. “Everyone in this room is so important to us. We love you all so very much. This day wouldn’t be the same without you here. Thank you for being here. And supporting us. And loving us.”
“To our friends and family!” Steve said raising his glass.
“To friends and family,” they repeated.
They drank to their dear ones, and the wine was positively delicious. But Steve took the glass from his wife’s hands and put it down with his on the table. Then he nodded to the violinist. “If you all don’t mind,” he said looking only at Kayla, “I’m going to dance with my wife.” The beautiful sounds of the delicate bow stroking the strings to bring out the song that Steve and Kayla would always cherish filled their ears, and Steve led Kayla in a dance that belonged only to them. The Rose played wordlessly, the lyrics cascading within them both. Kayla layed her head against Steve’s chest, and his heart was actually beating with the music. She connected to it and had never in her entire life felt so safe and so in alignment with what she knew was right. Steve felt her body through the soft, smooth fabric of her one-of-a-kind dress and was suddenly desperate to look at it again. See how it hugged her body. When the song was over, their female guests were crying again. Steve and Kayla’s lips met in a tender kiss, which Kayla deepened before it was over, darting her tongue out to find his. They didn’t care who was watching, they just needed to express themselves.
Steve held Kayla out from him and looked at her again. “I wish I could take a photo of you with me forever. I’ll have to remember it up here,” he lamented, tapping his temple.
They cut the cake, placed it not-so-delicately into each other’s mouths, and were caught on camera with frosting in places only wedding days intended. Frankie was taking all the photos this day, and he was more than happy to do it. Kimberly gave him some pointers and eventually helped him a bit with some shooting of her own. It was a very brief reception, less than two hours, but that’s what they wanted. Brief. Pointed. Purposeful. Meaningful. And that’s exactly what they got. It was the most beautiful wedding that anyone there would ever be part of, including their own.
Steve and Kayla insisted on walking back to the loft. Alone. Kim, Shane, Bo, and Hope had driven all their gifts and personal items (and the rest of the cake) back to the loft for them, but they wanted to be alone for the of the night. They were leaving for their honeymoon late the next day, which, again, Steve was keeping a secret from her. They were the most handsome thing the riverfront had ever seen as they walked in the darkness the early fall 8 o’clock hour provided. The nearly full moon’s light shimmered against both of them, their blonde heads and silvery attire making them glow. Every head turned their way. Every woman wished to be loved like Steve loved Kayla, and every man wanted to be Steve with Kayla on his arm. They were like a storybook. Or a supercouple. They were the fairytale that when you got right down to it, everyone wished they could have.
They took their time getting home. They stopped a few times to look out on the water, certain places reminding them of things that had happened in their lives. But good or bad, they were feeling no sadness today. They knew this was a jump and that it would reset, but that was not the point. The journey was. And this journey was everything to them. This right and proper road.
“Steve?” They were sitting on the bench on the pier they’d sat on so many times before. The one they’d met up at after Steve had gotten drunk at the Cheatin’ Heart while Kayla visited her father on a preivous jump.
“Mm?” He was kissing her behind her ear and rubbing his hand over her abdomen. Her tight body felt wonderous beneath the slippery fabric.
“If we jumped right now, I’d still be happy. I’d be satisfied.”
“I would, too, baby. The things you said to me today will live in me forever. But … I can wait to jump. Unless it’s home. I need to get you home and get that dress off you.”
“Mm … I’ve been wanting that for hours.”
“Yeah, I felt it in that kiss after our speech. You wanted me, baby.” He continued to kiss her down her neck, and she let out a little whimper.
“Yeah, I did. Now I want you more.”
Steve continued rubbing her belly. He didn’t venture higher to her breasts or lower to her crotch, he just wanted to run his hand over her abdomen over and over. “This feel good, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” she cooed. “It really does. Don’t stop, I love how your hand feels there. It’s … special.”
The fabric was so smooth. Fine workmanship went into this dress so many decades ago. It was spotless, creaseless, and it draped itself around the preciousness that Steve held in his arms. Steve and Kayla weren’t alone on that pier, but the people walking by were few and far between, and in the moments they were alone, he’d eventually let his hand wander up from her belly to her breasts. He didn’t reach in, because he loved the feel of the dress surrounding them, but he did rub his thumb over her nipples through the fabric. They peaked, and his penis stiffened. Kayla reached for him in kind and stroked him through his trousers.
“I need you inside me,” Kayla said in a sultry whisper. “I need to feel you.”
Steve left her breasts and took his last strokes to her belly. It felt so good beneath his palm. “Let’s go.”
They walked a bit more quickly the rest of the way, and when they got to the loft, they were shocked at all the gifts and random assortment of stuff that they had used to prepare for the ceremony. “I thought this was the easy wedding,” Steve said eyeing it all.
“Well … I guess we’re gonna have some stuff to do when we get back from … wherever you’re taking us,” Kayla said.
“Wouldn’t it be great to jump after the honeymoon? Then we wouldn’t have to clean any of this up.”
Kayla laughed. “Sounds good to me!” Then she turned suddenly hungry eyes on her husband. “You’re not my fiancé anymore.”
“Nope. Now I’m your husband.”
“You never weren’t my husband.”
“And don’t you forget it. Ever, Kayla. Don’t you ever forget it.”
Kayla shook her head. “I couldn’t if I tried.” They stood there, electrified as they took each other in. “I want to make love to you … right now … but I don’t want to stop looking at you. You’ve never looked so handsome,” she said with a solemn look in her eye. “I don’t want it to end.”
“I wish we could take the pictures with us.”
That brought a tear to Kayla’s eye. They studied each other desperately for several minutes. Turning and raking their gazes up and down until they had emblazoned themselves indelibly within their memories. Then Kayla began gently removing the bobby pins that held her veil in place. Her updo wasn’t as elaborate as it appeared, and she was able to release it with the removal of just a few more bobby pins. Then her hair was down and framing her face.
“God, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Kayla. My beautiful Kayla.” Then he hungrily took her mouth with his and kissed her passionately. His penis stood up almost immediately, and Kayla felt heat begin in her belly and work its way through her. They worked their way up the stairs, kissing wetly on the way up, each kiss becoming more carnal than the last, until finally, they arrived in their bedroom. Steve was electrified. The desperate need to bury his penis inside of her over and over until their souls joined in everlasting connection consumed him. He wanted her to feel it, too, but he didn’t have to work for it, because she already did. Kayla undid the buttons on Steve’s vest, then loosened and removed his tie. She then went to work on the buttons of his shirt while he kneaded both of her breasts in his hands. He had to get this dress off of her. He needed her to be naked so he could feel her skin against his.
Kayla breathed heavily, her bosom heaving, hardening him even further, if that was possible. “Baby, I’m so hard I’m going to come before I can get myself inside of you.”
Kayla whimpered. “I need you!” she said huskily. “Hurry!” Steve turned her around forcefully, then began undoing each and every delicate button with a light touch that bellied the sexual desperation within him. Halfway down, Kayla started playing with him. “Steve?”
“Yeah, baby?” He had about ten more tiny, fabric-covered buttons to work through their eyelets. He refused to rip at them; he had too much reverence for this gown on his wife’s body.
“I want you.” Steve grunted in reply, and Kayla continued her seduction. “I want you to make sweet, tender love to me. And I want you to f*uck me. And I want your tongue inside me.” Now Steve whimpered with the anticipation. He had six more buttons to go. “I want it sweet and gentle, and I want it fast and hard.” Three more buttons. “How do you like it best, Steve? What’s your favorite way to take me?”
At the last button, Steve moved the straps down Kayla’s shoulders and sucked hard at her neck. The act of removing his wife’s wedding dress on their wedding night was something so beautiful and aroused him so much, that he couldn’t yet speak. He pushed the dress down as his mouth followed, capturing her right breast in his suckling mouth.
“Do you like taking my virginity better or pounding into me hard? Or do you like gliding into me softly in the mornings when we’re sleepy and warm in each other’s arms?”
“God, Kayla, you’re killing me. Your words are killing me. Your body is killing me. I need your body surrounding mine.”
“No, you’re killing me every moment your cock isn’t inside me!”
“Well, then let me fix that so that my baby is happy and satisfied!” Then Steve pushed her dress all the way down so that it pooled at her feet, and he quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes as she removed her bra. Steve slipped his hands down the small of Kayla’s back into her white lace panties and squeezed her ass before pushing them down for her to step out of. Everything lay in a heap on the floor, but Steve couldn’t bear to see the dress crumpled. It was too beautiful to him, so he picked it up and layed it over the chair that used to be in his apartment and now was in their bedroom. “You want all those things, Sweetness? I’m going to give them all to you. I’m going to take you all of those ways between now and the time we leave, and you’re going to scream my name every time.”
“I promise I will!”
Steve picked Kayla up and cradled her in his arms. She kissed him lovingly before he gently tossed her onto the bed. She squealed, and he mounted her. Before he entered her, he splayed himself against this woman he loved so much, feeling her skin against his up and down the length of their bodies. Steve let out a cry. “I love you, Kayla. I feel so good when I feel you next to me like this. I love you!”
“I love you more!”
Then without warning, Steve thrust himself hard into his wife. She was so hot and wet, the sensation against his cock was exquisite. His face twisted into ecstasy as he felt the joining. Kayla felt it, too, and it was like gorgeous relief that her soul finally found home with his. “Ah …,” Steve whimpered. He couldn’t move yet. She was penetrated up to the hilt of Steve’s penis, and he just couldn’t bear to move. “Ah …,” he panted again, the feeling of her surrounding him just too intense to keep the sounds within him. “Sweetness … Sweetness …”
Kayla grabbed her head with the intensity of feeling, then she held his face in her hands. “Mine, baby,” Kayla murmured. “You are the best man who ever lived, and you are mine.” Then she gingerly slipped Steve’s patch off of his head and laid it under the pillow beneath her head. “I want all of you. Every part of you is mine.” Kayla leaned up and kissed his chest at his tattoo, then the chords of his neck that were straining with pleasure, his lips, darting her tongue inside his hot mouth, his cheek at his scar, then his other cheek, then his right eye, then the remainder of what was once his left eyebrow. A shudder ran through steve when she did. She finished her kisses at his forehead, and he wanted to weep. The love was that strong.
Steve did the same, raining kisses all over her face, still not moving from his position thrusted all the way inside of her. “You asked me how I like it best. I can’t pick a favorite, Kayla, I love all the ways we make love. But if I could only have one … I choose the soft, sleepy mornings. I don’t know why, but I love how tender they feel. When you make love to me in the mornings, I feel incredible.”
“Good, then I’ll make love to you in the morning, and it will be the wonderful.”
“It’s always wonderful.”
“How is it going to be now?” She licked her lip very purposely, then leaned in her head to drag her rough tongue up over Steve’s sensitive nipple, then she repeated it with the other one. Twice. Then she bit him hard, and he yelped.
“Oh, Sweetness, I think right now it’s going to be hard!” Then he finally pulled all the way out of Kayla, and she whimpered with the loss of fullness before he impaled her again. “You bite me again, and you’re going to be punished.”
Kayla immediately bit his other nipple, and Steve repeated the punishment, pulling out of her all the way, lingering briefly, then impaling her hard. Only this time he did it twice. “Ooh, Steve, I’m out of nipples to bite. Maybe I should find something else.”
“Maybe you should.”
Her teeth gathered up the meaty muscle of his pec and nipped. This one would leave a little mark, and that excited her. So, she did it again, and Steve pummelled her in return. She kept biting, and he kept thrusting until finally Kayla couldn’t take it and had to feel his lips on hers. She found Steve’s lips, and they kissed with such carnality that they were beyond intoxicated. They moved in perfect thrusting harmony, Kayla meeting his steeled, thick shaft in equally measured movements of her hips. It was so hot. She felt herself starting to come, and Steve suddenly had to see her face.
“Kayla! Kayla, you’re so beautiful when you come. I want to watch. Please come for me, I want to see your beautiful face.”
Steve shifted so that his penis could rub against her clitoris, which also allowed him to see her face. He kissed her then looked her in the eye as he held off his own climax, which was trying desperately to release. Kayla panted and moaned and whimpered until she finally began to shake beneath him. “That’s it, baby, you come for me. I want my wife to come hard!”
“Steeeeeve! Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah! Ste-eeeve! Oh God!” Finally she shuddered violently against him, huffing out throaty sounds of sex with each subsequent shudder.
“Beautiful, God, Sweetness, your face is so beautiful.” Her vagina milked his penis, begging it to empty into her. “Baby—I have to come!”
“Husband. I love my husband so much,” she moaned, continuing to tremble in his arms. “You …,” she said dreamily. “I want to feel my husband explode inside me. Come!”
Steve pumped three more times hard as she squeezed herself hard around him, and then he erupted. White cum pulsed into his wife in strong streams that she felt and smiled. “Kaylaaaaa! Uuuhhhhhh-uh-uh” Steve buried his face in Kayla’s neck and grunted the last of his orgasm into her. ‘I love you … baby, I love you. Forever I love you, Kayla.” Steve kept panting as he inhaled the scent that was his wife, pressing his lips to her neck and kissing her so gently. He’d collapsed on top of her and couldn’t bring himself to leave her warm and protective sheath.
The sound of Kayla weeping made him do the same. “Why are you crying, Sweetness?” Steve cried, too.
Kayla wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed. “Because I’m so happy. Steve, I don’t know what to do with all the happiness and love inside of me. I’m feeling … overwhelmed with it. I love you more than I know how to show you, Steve.” She cried so hard that she shook beneath him again, only this was a different kind of shaking.
“Oh, Kayla,” he cried in equal measure. He tried to pull out so he could hold her, but she stopped him.
“No! Please stay inside me, I need to feel you there! I need it, please!”
“Oh, baby, ok, it’s ok, I’ll stay. Forever, I’ll stay.” He held her tightly before leaning up on his elbows to face her. “You’re so pretty, Kayla. Do you know that?” Then he wiped most of her tears, kissing the rest of them away. Kayla reached up and did the same. “Happy Wedding Day, Sweetness.”
“Happy Wedding Day,” she smiled blissfully. “
They stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms for a long time. But it was going to be a long night. That had only just begun.