My Lighthouse

Weddingday - 2

"May I borrow my wife for a moment?" Mark asked smiling and reached out his hand to Sheila. She was talking to Gillian about her upcoming wedding together with Jodi, when she saw Mark walking up to her. Because of the large amount of guests, they hardly had any time to spend together. Sometimes she stood beside Mark and talked to the people present, but really together? No, that hadn't been possible yet. Sheila's heart missed a beat, when he looked into her eyes as she put her hand in his. It didn't matter, they knew each other for more than nine years, or weather they were married now, his appearance always did something special to her heart. With an arm around her waist and their other hand strangled, Mark took her to the dance floor.

He carefully twirled her around in her gorgeous dress, before he took her in his arms and finally felt her naked skin under his fingers. With his lips against her ear, he moaned softly "oh how much I have missed you and your sexy dress today, Missus Feehily". Sheila giggled and felt his fingers sensually stroke along her back down to her bottom, to push her lower body against his. Sheila bit her lip, when she felt he longed for her just as much as she longed for him. "I have missed you too" she whispered, "but we have a week to enjoy each other's company after today" and she smiled brightly. "A week? How did you do that?" Mark asked amazed. "Wedding present of Louis. Didn't he tell you?"

Mark hide his face in her neck and slowly kissed her. Sheila felt shivers all over, when she felt his tongue teasing the sensitive skin under her ear. "Please Mark, not here" . "Why not?" He asked with a naughty tone of voice and kissed her again. "It's our party. We payed for it." "You did" Sheila panted, while she closed her eyes and felt the heat between her legs and the weakness in her knees. Mark smirked, "we're married now, so we did" and she felt his hand glide between her dress to take her naked butt in the palm of his hand. "No Mark, please" Sheila begged while she laughed softly. "You want this." He teased her. "No, I want this when we're at our wedding suite" she giggled and took his hand away from her bottom. Mark made a growling sound, put his arms around her waist and pulled her real close to kiss her passionately. "Hmm, I give you one and a half hour Missus Feehily to get this gorgeous ass of yours into our wedding suite". Mark looked at her from under his beautiful eyelashes and hit her on her butt. Sheila sensually danced against him and moaned softly "oh you bet, I am there. I can't wait to find out what you can do with my butt" and she turned around to rub her body against his. "Christ, Sheila stop this, otherwise I'll drag you upstairs right away." Sheila laughed out loud and while she walked away from him to get Nicky to dance with her, she said "you started this" and moved her bottom back and forth. Mark moaned, smiled brightly and loved the way she teased him.

Sheila noticed from then on, that everywhere she went, his eyes did to. After she danced with Nicky, who always had been the best dancer of the four lads, she also danced with Kian and Shane. She had already danced with Shane a few times before on this day, meanwhile talking about his own upcoming marriage and about all the things they've been through throughout the years. But even then Mark's eyes kept on following her, although she noticed not always with pleasure. Mark knew Sheila and Shane were good friends as well and she always talked with Shane about everything, though this time his eyes told her he got slightly jealous about it. She liked the thought of that and while she looked at Mark from top to toe in her best seductive way, she asked Shane to dance one more dance with her. Mark just shook his head smiling and walked away.

It was almost twelve in the night when Sheila was talking to Louis and Gillian, when the band stopped the music and they heard the microphone ticking. Sheila looked up and saw Mark standing on stage in the spotlight. The place where she had seen him so often. The place where he belonged, where he had shined so often and stole her heard over and over again.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, my sweet Sheila" he said with love in his eyes and he gave her a sign to come forward. Sheila blushed, "oh please don't make me cry" she whispered without anyone hearing.