Risking All for Love (Wattpadprize14)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Margaux and Gary stood during their Nuptial Mass as Father Anthony performed the ceremony.  It was unusual for Margaux to have worn her stunning red dress. Gary had requested she wear it because  she was wearing it the night they both declared their mutual love in spite of the forced prostitution he knew she was then involved in.  She agreed that it was special to her from then on because Gary loved her in it for the first time, and it seemed appropriate.  In America she might have worn white.  But Margaux, for all her Western ways and upbringing, was not American but now an Honorary Liberian Citizen.

But Lisa had provided a tasteful insert to hide Margaux's cleavage. Her dress did not look awkward for that reason.   As Best Man, David wore his only suit, and Lisa as Maid of Honor wore a white dress a necklace made by the local blacksmith.

Their rehearsal dinner and reception had been held at the monastery refectory.  Brother Kevin stood in the reception line greeting local chiefs, people often seen in market, and another surprise guest.  Margaux had written an informal invitation to Vice President Moniba.  So his sleek Mercedes was waiting with soldiers and his driver while he and his wife Minita sat in back.  Try as they did not to draw attention to the wedding party at church, there was a small small murmur going around at one part of the wedding ceremony.  As the bride and groom exited the church, people threw huge showers of rice at them from their wicker rice fans.

As they dressed in hiking clothes and put on their back packs, they could help noticing something.  Someone had placed a Just Married sign on their backpacks and tied on small tin cans with rocks inside to rattle around.

Within hours they were knocking on the door of Popalahun's town chief, who had known Margaux for years.  So delighted was he to hear that they were coming, he had prepared a feast for them at his Palaver House.  With hot country chop waiting for them, they were soon joined by the most important villagers in Popalahun.

They ate their fill and retired to the chief's house where the told stories and played the radio. Well into the evening, Margaux and Gary began to tire from their trip.  The chief then led them to the hut that he  made available at one end of the village.

Gary and Margaux entered a small two-room house with a thatched roof. It was clean with an iron bed.  Their flashlight was flexible with the capability of charging in the sun, and could be turned bright or dim to serve as a night light.  They broke out two cokes the chief had given them.  They toasted each other and proceeded to talk over their life so far, their goals in life, their immediate work when they returned from their honeymoon.

Then when their mood was right, they proceeded to undress each other while sharing hungry kisses. With ease she removed his clothes and massaged his abs. She then ran her hands over his erogenous areas.  He gasped as she took hold of him, and he grew in her kneading hands.  He then pealed off her undergarments while kissing her stomach, arms, and breasts.

She writhed as he planted kisses in her valleys and her peaks, chewing on her lush strawberries and tasting them over and over with his tongue.  She gasped as he kissed the inside of her thighs down to her toes, giving each one a gentle, teasing bite.

Margaux then bade Gary lie on the narrow bed as she lay first between his legs and with ease slid with her breasts first on his groin.  Each time she pressed herself against him, she told him how much she loved him.

There was nothing sleazy or dirty about their unashamed love making.

"My love, how often I had to swallow my pride as a man buried himself deep within me. How dirty Abed made me feel when he took my innocence.  Each time he raped me, I died a little more.  But here you are. My husband, bury yourself deep, do not hold back your desire.  Whereas I once was ashamed of the men who took me, I ache for you to become one with me.  To share intense marital pleasure.  It is right, it is real, and it is loving. Let every loving, hard thrust awaken my desire for you and make me even more alive."

"Margaux, my loving wife, I live for you."

"Heal me with your hunger for my body and soul.  Heal me with your hands, heal me with your tongue, fill me with your healing wetness."

Margaux then climbed on her husband, took his growing shaft in her hands, and placed him inside her.  Thus united, she bent over placing her hands around his head and buried his head in her cleavage.  She began to coordinate her movements with his.  They writhed and shifted as their pleasure rose and fell.  She then sat straight up and began to feel intense ecstasy rise from her lower stomach and rise into a tsunami of sheer uncontrollable delight.  Margaux convulsed as her loving pleasure intensified.  Her breasts shook in wild gyration as her pleasure erupted with such intensity that she had to hold onto her sides with both hands.

Her ecstasy was so violent that she felt as if it had exploded out the top of her head.

Margaux lay on Gary, sharing intense kisses.  "Oh, Gary, I have already begun to forget all of those ugly, horrid times that I was raped.  But here you are so lovely, and your love is so solid, so pure that you are beginning to heal all my emotional scars.  Make love with me as long as it takes tonight."

Gary took her head in his hands. "My love, we'll replace your ugly memories with infinite love. If we have to make love all night to make you feel so loved that you cannot remember never having been without it, let's get started again."

Margaux lay against Gary's muscular chest, and they once again shared a tsunami of love. They kept at it until they were exhausted.  They lay unclothed and planted sweet butterfly kisses on each other.  Sharing soft lips, gently massaging their hungry mouths into the night.

When morning came Margaux  lay with her head on Gary's shoulder, his gentle arm around her.

A simple sheet covering the unadorned bodies of the newly weds.