As Ella Fitzgerald carried them through a comfortable break in conversation, Christina eventually said something so softly Adam almost didn't hear her. "Can I ask you something?" She asked.
"Sure," Adam replied, his fingers gently stroking her hair. Christina lifted her face up to look at him, folding her arms across his chest and resting on them.
"What changed?" She asked, her eyelashes blinking at him. "When we got back together, you told me you - you didn't want to get married."
Adam took in a few deep breaths as he looked back at his beautiful fiancée.
"Well, I didn't think I did," he said tightly as he continued running his fingers through her hair, feeling the shame of telling her something back then that must have really hurt her. "But I think back when I said that... I was - I was more thinking about it as just a wedding, you know, just the whole spectacle of it... and I was really embarrassed about what happened with Claire."
Christina just listened as she looked back at him, trying not to revisit the more painful memories of that time.
"I guess, back then, I wasn't thinking of the fact that you can marry someone and not have it be about all that," he continued, his voice soft. "I mean, with Claire, from day one, after the engagement it was all about who was coming, and where it was gonna be, and what we were gonna wear, and... stuff like that." He brought Christina's tiny left hand up to his face and kissed it, his lips brushing against the diamond. "But with you... I just feel like it's about none of that. It's just about me and you... and being together... like a family." He chuckled a little with embarrassment as he voiced his next vulnerable thought. "You know, it just hit me one day... I kind of felt like... if I met myself as an old man, and that old man knew I'd never asked you to marry me, knowing how I feel about you, he'd never forgive me."
"Oh, babe," Christina breathed, her eyes watering as she brought her face closer to his, feeling his hands slide into the back of her hair to gently clasp her neck as she kissed him.
Eventually Christina broke the kiss to pull back and look at him, their eyes barely inches apart. "You know I would have done this without that," she said softly, her breath warm on his face. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not giving this back," she said cheekily, pulling her left hand protectively into her chest. Her voice quickly turned sincere again. "I'm just saying that... I would never have pushed you into this after you said what you did. But Adam, this is just... I can't tell you how happy it makes me." His cheeks flushed pink, supporting two deep dimples as he smiled back at her. "I want to marry you more than anything," Christina continued. "I even want to change my name, although not the stage name obviously, just for me... for our family." Adam's eyes glowed as he smiled at her. "And I don't care where we get married," Christina said softly, her hands stroking his skin. "I don't care when, or who's there, although my mom might knife you in your sleep if you don't invite her," she joked, her eyes blazing with warmth. "I just want to marry you... and that's all that matters to me."
Adam cupped her chin and pulled it into his mouth to kiss her again, the sweet, addictive taste of Christina seeping onto his tongue. He pulled his face back and Christina rested her head on his chest again as he looked up at the night sky.
"So it's kind of... odd timing with Claire's wedding only last month, right?"
Christina's comment was so surprising and sudden that Adam flicked his head up to look at her, the move jarring his body enough to make Christina lift her head up in response and look back at him. She looked sheepish, like she already knew she'd said something stupid.
"What?" He asked.
Christina just looked down at him, her face smirking a little to show she was making a joke, but there were flashes of truth that her face just couldn't hide. "Well, some might say you... you did this to get back at her or something."
Adam suddenly reached out and grabbed Christina, spinning her over so fast he was on top of her before she could work out what was happening, pressing her against the deck with his body as she squealed in protest.
"Christina Maria Aguilera, soon to be Christina Maria Aguilera Levine," Adam said as he held her down, his voice serious but his eyes bright. "Did I not tell you what I'd do to you if you didn't stop talking like that?" His hand slid around to cup her ass, giving it a hard squeeze as if that was some sort of threat, which made Christina release a soft moan as her hips lifted up to press into his.
"My god, what's it going to take for you to forget this girl?" Adam asked with frustration as he slid his other hand around to grab Christina's other cheek, pulling her body up into his as he pressed himself against her, the friction between their bodies making him hard already. "Do I need to knock you up? Bury myself next to you for all eternity? "
Christina groaned softly as she felt Adam slide his hips up and down her a little, the thickening length of him rubbing against her making her leak into her panties. "Well, the second one sounds a bit premature and frankly creepy," Christina replied, her throat thick. "But I like the sound of you knocking me up. Preferably over... and over... and over."
Adam's eyes dilated as he grabbed Christina's thighs with both hands and suddenly pushed them back so they were high in the air, pulling her legs apart so she was spread open in front of him, her skirt spilling up over the tops of her thighs.
"You want me to knock you up?" Adam breathed huskily as he slid his finger up and down her slit through the outside of her panties, the moonlight just bright enough to reveal a wet patch that was steadily increasing as he parted her with two fingers.
Christina fell back onto her elbows and shook her ponytail a little, looking back at Adam as he started flicking his fingertip across her soft center through her panties. "Well, maybe not until after the wedding... make an honest woman out of me f-first..." she said through a ragged breath, whimpering a little as Adam let his fingertips slide under the side of the fabric and made contact with her slippery, warm wetness. "But I'm happy to practice until then... like a lot."
Adam's eyes burned into hers as he slowly hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them down, Christina's mouth opening a little with desire as she felt a tickle of cool air find her most sensitive area. She braced herself for Adam's touch, but instead she saw him lift his body back from hers as he sat back on his knees, leaving her splayed out in front of him, fully exposed as he reached for his wine and took a sip, his eyes never moving from her pink, swollen center.
"Adam..." Christina breathed huskily, oddly turned on by the effect of him just staring at her as he sat back and sipped on his wine.
"I just want to look at you for a moment," he said softly, his voice thick as Christina's eyes dropped down to the huge shape that was bulging out of his shorts.
Christina could hear how heavy her breathing was as she lay back on her elbows and felt Adam's eyes on her as his breathing intensified, feeling a hot ache rising inside her. He eventually moved his body slowly forward, settling on his stomach in front of her so his mouth was hovered right above her glistening center.
"You look so good..." he said under his breath as he gently blew on her, the warm air causing Christina to shiver as he murmured with soft delight. "You're good enough to eat, you know that?" he whispered as he gently and deliberately slid his tongue right up her slit, stopping at the top and swirling soft licks around her hard little bud. Christina moaned as Adam used his fingers to pull her apart even wider, pressing his tongue harder into her as he flicked it back and forth across her clit.
"You know I could do this all night, don't you?" he asked as he licked and lapped at her, his head tilting from side to side a little as he swirled his tongue left and right, up and down, all manner of ways as he ate her up and feasted on her juices. But after a while, when he had taken Christina to a point where she was moaning uncontrollably, he pulled his face back and looked at her again. Just as she brought her head up to see what was going on, he sunk his finger deep inside her, twisting and curling it as Christina cried out, her hips rising up off the deck to meet his hand. "But I still need to teach you a lesson," he breathed softly. "For the ridiculous thing you said before."
Christina felt her throat swallow with tight anticipation as Adam lifted his face off her and sat back on his knees, gently slipping his hands under Christina's thighs to pull her body up. As soon as she sat forward his lips were on hers, her own taste still fresh on his tongue as she devoured his mouth, her arms kneading into his muscular back as he moaned onto her tongue with his.
"So do it then, stop threatening me like a big shot," Christina challenged daringly, feeling Adam quickly respond to her cheek by flipping her over so she was on her stomach, before firmly gripping her thighs and pulling her back up so she was on her hands and knees. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs as Adam hitched her skirt high over her ass, leaving it there as he undid the button of his shorts, his breath hitching as his eyes locked to her soft round globes and the swollen pinkness between them.
Christina groaned as she suddenly felt the softest yet hardest sensation in the world sliding up and down her, Adam grunting a little as he wiggled his hips against her, coating his long, thick shaft with a sticky wetness. He held the tip in his hand and moaned as he rubbed it up and down her, exploring every shallow crevice of her soft folds as Christina cried out, the tension almost unbearable.
"Adam, please," she mumbled, her breath hot as she felt Adam suddenly push his way into her, silencing her with every inch that sunk inside, robbing her of her ability to speak as Christina arched her back and wavered on the hands that held her up. Adam smacked his hands down on her ass and pulled them apart as he buried himself all the way inside, thick moans escaping his mouth as he wriggled his hips, teasing her deepest parts with his thick, hard shaft.
"You feel that?" He whispered, his throat thick and tight.
"Yes..." Christina whispered, crying out softly with every twist of his hips.
"Do you want me to fuck you with it?" he asked, holding himself deep inside her as their bodies stayed tightly connected, Christina wrapping around him like a glove.
"Yes... please..." Christina begged, needing badly for Adam to thrust in and out of her, her breath clinging to the back of her throat as the end of her sweaty ponytail matted against her cheek.
"Well, you're going to have to apologize," he said softly as he teased her by making a small, shallow thrust.
But Christina just groaned at the movement, which made Adam dig his fingers into her behind, readying himself to give her what she needed more than air.
"Say sorry, Chris."
"N-no..." Christina tried to hold on, her entire body sacrificed to this unbearable game she knew they liked to play on occasion.
"Tell me you're sorry."
"No!"
Adam smacked his hands down onto her ass, pulling it higher against his cock as he pressed his pelvis into her.
"Say you're sorry!"
"I'm sorry!" Christina blurted and Adam quickly began thrusting, both of them moaning hard as he slipped in and out of her with ease, her excitement lubricating every push and pull of his hips.
Christina cried out over and over again as Adam began giving every part of himself into her, his hips relentless against her skin as she willed him to go on, to give her more... to not stop.
And as his movements became deeper, harder, wilder, Christina suddenly felt him wrapping his hand tightly around her ponytail, tugging it hard as he leaned forward and yanked her face back into his neck. He held her face there, the erotic pain of it releasing a fresh cascade of wetness around his cock as he slammed his hips into her, the feeling of Christina's hair being pulled driving her over the edge as she began coming hard around him. She could feel the sounds she made only encouraging him more, and he let go of her ponytail and pushed her back down, lifting up one of his legs so he was resting on only one knee, giving him more muscle power as he rode out his release, giving it to her again and again and again until he finally emptied himself inside her.
They both fell onto their backs and lay there panting for several minutes, Adam's hand closing around Christina's and squeezing it tightly, feeling the cool platinum band sweeping against his fingers.
"Are you okay?" he finally asked softly, slight guilt coloring his voice.
Christina closed her fingers harder around his, knowing how her sensitive boyfriend got after he'd been a little rough with her. "I'm great," she answered sincerely, turning her head to look at him.
He dropped his head to the side to look back at her. "Sorry," he said shyly, his eyes wide. "You just turn me on so much, I get like an animal with you sometimes... I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Christina's cheeks lifted into a smile as she reached out and brushed her knuckle over his cheek.
"Only in the best possible way," she reassured him.
Adam gave her a small, relieved chuckle as he flipped his head back to look up at the sparkling sky.
"Chris, in all seriousness," He started softly, "I - I just want it said, on record, that it doesn't bother me at all that Claire married Ben."
Christina felt her chest suck in a large breath of air as she lay there, her hand freezing around Adam's.
"I don't want you for even a moment to think that," he continued. "She means nothing to me anymore... And you mean everything. I've never once regretted anything." He turned to look at Christina. "I can't put it any clearer or truer than that."
Christina just smiled softly back at him, her heart filling with warmth as she rubbed her fingers against his. "Thank you," she said softly. "It was a stupid thing to say."
Adam just squeezed her hand as if to say it was okay, before they just lay back and rested a little longer.
"I think we should get married on a beach," Adam suddenly blurted gently, the corners of his mouth turning upwards as if he was genuinely pleased with his own idea.
Christina just smiled back. "You do?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied as he rolled his head back to look at the sky. "I kinda feel like beaches are our thing. We can invite Claws. Do they make little mini crab tuxedos?"
Christina chuckled. "Good luck finding an address to send his invite to."
"I've already got it," Adam replied with mock seriousness. "Hole number twelve-thousand-and-eighty-one, right next to the broken seashell that looks like my ass and the burnt-out shoe that used to belong to the Dalai Lama."
Christina just laughed softly at his weirdness, the sound making Adam smile as they lay there, the soft tunes from the stereo blending seamlessly with the small splashes of water that nudged the sides of the boat.
"I pictured you, you know," Adam said suddenly, his voice soft.
Christina turned to look at him. "The day of my wedding rehearsal," he continued as he looked back at her. "I imagined you... on a beach." Christina's mouth opened a little with surprise. Adam reached out and ran his hand down her hair. "I pictured you in a wedding dress... on a beach... and we were getting married. I thought of it before I went into the rehearsal. I think that's when I really knew that I wasn't going to marry Claire."
"Adam..." Christina breathed with shock, unsure of what to say.
He just lay there gazing back at her, his lips opening into a half smile. "I just wanted you to know that."
Christina reached for his hand and held it tightly in hers, pulling it possessively into her chest as she looked back at him. "Well, now you don't have to imagine anymore," she said softly, her eyes tight with his.
Adam just smiled, his heart full and happy as Christina pulled the back of his hand up to her mouth and kissed it.
They both rolled onto their backs again, Adam using his free arm to bend it behind his head to support it as Christina hummed softly to the music. "So this is what it took to get you to come to my wedding..." he said eventually, the irritation in his voice clearly sarcastic. "I had to make you the freaking bride."
"What are you saying?" Christina quickly retorted, turning her head to study him.
"That I'm high maintenance?"
"Very," Adam replied, exhaling loudly as if he was really annoyed.
Christina suddenly slid her tiny body into his and climbed up on top of him, her legs falling down on either side of him so she was straddling his hips, their lower bodies still naked and tingling. She placed her hands onto both his arms and pressed them into the deck, holding him down, even though they both knew she was only able to do that because he let her.
"Now, you listen," she ordered with mock seriousness, her hair spilling out of her ponytail that had been loosened by Adam's fierce tugging at it. He raised his eyebrows at her.
"You're right, I can be very demanding when I want to be," she continued, trying to ignore the feeling of him rubbing his nakedness against her still-wet folds, noticing his softness quickly turning to steel again. "Let's do this my way this time," she said, sliding herself up and down him, the slippery sensation causing Adam to moan softly.
"And what way would that be?" he asked, his eyes both darkening and loving at the same time.
Christina just lowered her face down to his, holding her lips so close above his he could taste her sweet breath. She looked right at him, their eyes barely inches apart. "Make love to me," she said softly, her voice heavy with vulnerability.
"Baby," Adam replied, surprised lines drawing them across his brow as he ran his fingers through the silky hair that was now spilling past her shoulders. "I always make love to you... god, you know that, right?"
Christina just smiled, her hand rising up to meet his as he caught a flash of her diamond. "I know," she replied gently. "I just want you to do it again."
And as Adam brushed her shiny hair from her eyes, his heart growing to an almost unbearable size as Christina slowly slid her hips down onto his, the angelic song of Céline Dion's If Walls Could Talk began filtering through the air.
If walls could talk
Oooh... they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever felt like this before?
That you'll always be the one for me
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.
As Adam's face rumpled with the sensation of Christina gently rocking her body over his to the music, he suddenly felt like he was both being held hostage and freed all at once by the single greatest feeling in the world. It was all encompassing; overwhelming; breathtaking. It owned him.
If walls had eyes
Mine...they would see the love in sight
They would see
Me...in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know I love you so
And as they continued gently making love, Adam felt Christina release her hand from his grasp as she pulled it up to her mouth and pressed her lips into her engagement ring, her eyes never leaving his as she held it there.
Adam's lips curled into a smile as he looked back at her and silently mouthed the words, "I love you."
Two people making memories
Just too good to tell
These arms are never empty
When we're lying where we fell
Christina blushed as she dropped her hand down to clasp his, her grin wide and deep. "I love you too," she said breathlessly as she whimpered a little at the feeling of him moving in and out of her, both their hearts bursting and racing all at once.
And as the beautiful song drew to its close, Christina and Adam succumbed to the perfect representation its words made of them, of their bond, of their love... honest, sincere, and undying.
We're painting pictures
Making magic
Taking chances
Making love
