Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story (23 page)

“It seems you are right on top of
things.” He kisses my forehead.

“
I am just doing my part. I want
our day to be magical.” I smile and kiss him softly. “And guess
what?”

“
What, beautiful?”

“Both girls came to the office
today and happily agreed to be part of the wedding party. We are
going to be planning a weekend trip to New York in two weeks.
Beverly and my mother will be in attendance as well.”

“
That sounds like a fun trip. I’m
glad you mentioned the wedding party. I talked with David today and
he will be my best man. I also contacted my cousin Liam from North
Carolina, that way both sides are even.”

“
I’m glad everything is going
smoothly so far.”

“You know you can count on me if
you need me anything.”

“Funny you should say that.” I
grin sheepishly at him. “There is one thing you could help me do
this evening, before you put me to bed that is.”

“Anything for you,
my
Carmen.”

“Okay, well grab your laptop. I
will begin registering us at Crate & Barrell, and you will be
in charge of the Nordstrom registry.”

Without hesitation, he does as I
ask. I mark another check through the list. For all his help I
decide to please him as a token of my appreciation. Before bed, he
jumps in the shower. Removing all my clothes, I sneak in through
the shower door. His eyes are closed as he rinses his hair of the
shampoo. When he sees me standing there naked, his dick
hardens.

“
What a pleasant surprise,” he
says reaching for me to come closer.

Without allowing him to touch me I get on
bended knee and begin to make him completely aroused. His hands go
wild in my hair as he pushes my face closer. I fondle his balls as
I continue taking all of him.

“
Oh, Carmen.” He sighs. “Please
stand up and let me have you.”

My pussy begins to flow. I’m
standing in front of him within seconds as he picks me up pressing
my body against the shower wall, he thrusts into me. I grab his
hair as he pounds harder and deeper, sending me on the brink of
another beautiful orgasm. He starts grinding working his pelvis as
his penis continues to hit the exact point of my g-spot. I cum in a
record timeframe and he joins me shortly thereafter. He washes my
hair and body thoroughly afterwards. We fall asleep cuddled in each
other’s arms.

Getting dressed for work the next
morning, I go over my accomplishments since yesterday. I decide to
call my mom on the way into the center to fill her in on the
details. She is pleased with my progress and willingly takes a few
things off my agenda. She will be calling New York to schedule the
upcoming appointment for the five of us. She also advises me the
rehearsal dinner is booked for June 6
^th
at 7 PM following the
wedding rehearsal at 5 PM. The dinner will be held at Maggiano’s.
We hang up as I pull in the parking lot. I plan to call Pastor
Jenkins around lunchtime. My mother sends me a quick text before I
get out of the car.
Appointment booked two
weeks from this Saturday at 3 PM. My excitement level continues to
rise. I’ll be in touch soon. I love you.
I
reply,
Thanks mom, I love you
too.

Work keeps me busy most of the
day. I reach Pastor Jenkins in the afternoon and we have a meeting
set up for this Saturday at 2:30. I shoot Cooper a quick text to
let him know. He responds:
My Carmen, I
can’t wait for the day you are my wife. Sending my love until
then.

I can’t wait to marry
him.

Chapter
Thirty-Eight

Time flies and before I know it I am packing
for my weekend trip with the ladies. We have a late flight to NY
tomorrow. When we arrive in New York, we don’t have to worry about
renting a car as Cooper has already taken care of making
arrangements. Even though New York is the city that never sleeps,
we check in at The Plaza Hotel and do just that.

The next morning we order room service in our
master suite. Everyone has mimosas with the breakfast of their
choice. Then we shower and get ready.

Arriving on Madison Avenue, we are sitting
outside the Vera Wang Bridal House, my stomach is queasy. I don’t
know if it’s from nerves or just plain eagerness. The window
display is magnificent, I have no doubts that we’re at the right
place. As we get closer to the crystal clear glass doors, two
employees come out to open them for us.

“
Welcome, ladies. My name is
Madeline, and this is Sophia, we are your personal consultants.
Sophia asks, “So who’s the lucky bride to be?” My blushing reveals
that it’s me.

Once inside we are treated like queens, they
gather our jackets and we follow them into a closed off area. It’s
furnished with crushed velvet couches and chairs, all concealed in
the color, brushed chrome. Long burgundy drapes are hung on metal
rods; the tips are formed in a diamond shape. Chandeliers are found
glistening from above. A few are placed in different locations,
giving the room a graceful appearance. Bridesmaid dresses, and
dresses for the mothers are located in one section of the room. I
look at the dresses occupying the racks and my color scheme is
everywhere. The other corner is sealed off by oversized mirrors.
Some are mounted; some are sitting on the floor in decorative
pearlescent frames. It allows the bride to see every detail while
standing there. The ladies reenter with glasses and
champagne.

“
Now this is more like it,” Marcia
says, reaching for a glass.

“
There is always an alcoholic in
the group.” I chuckle. We raise our glasses and toast.

“
Here’s to having a marriage more
beautiful than the wedding and to the beginning of many wonderful
things.” states Giselle.

Madeline brings in the exact style of dress I
have requested. Some are satin material with crystals, others come
with belts. Most of them are all strapless, however and some have
lace sleeves.

We decide to look for the mother’s
dresses first. Both insist that I choose their attire for the
event. Since my mother is the wild one out of the two, I chose a
sexy strapless silver dress. It comes with a three quarter length
jacket. For Beverly I chose a conservative, yet glamorous cap
sleeved pearl grey lace dress that will fall right above her knee.
Marcia and Giselle pick out the same silver and black dress, which
shows how close they have become. The dresses are fun, flirty and
above all else sexy.

Madeline then reveals a special rack of flower
girl dresses. “Aww.” We all respond when seeing them, so small in
size. Marcia asks if any of them come in her and Giselle’s size. I
answer, “It wouldn’t be any shorter than the one you have already
picked out.” All of us laugh at the serious look she shoots in my
direction. Sifting through the hanging attire, I come across the
most adorable one so far. The dress is silver, made out of taffeta,
soft like silk. A black flower, petals made of mesh with small
beads in the center sits along the sash. The waist drops into a
ball gown, pleated in different sections, giving it a hand-made
ruffle look.

We are having so much fun until I cannot find
my wedding dress. It feels like we searched through all the dresses
in the store and online. Nothing caught my eye.

"This is disappointing, why can't I find a
dress. I feel like crying."

Surprisingly, Beverly comforts me. "Carmen,
because of my actions, we had a rocky start. I appreciate you
making me a part of your special day, so let me, with the help of
your mother, pick out the perfect dress for you. This is my gift
for loving my son.”

I’m overwhelmed with everything, but I look to
my mother.

"Consider it done, Angel; we will take care of
this for you."

"Thank you so much, both of you." I hug
them.

Beverly says, "Now you young girls
get out of here and enjoy the city."

Giselle states, “First, we need to pay for our
dresses."

“
Nonsense," states Beverly. She
pulls out a black card. "This is Cooper's treat."

Marcia says, "Good ole Cooper."

I pull out my phone and place a call to
Cooper. He answers on the second ring.

“
Hey beautiful, how’s the trip
going?”

“
It’s great, I just wanted to call
and thank you for the kind gesture of purchasing the ladies
dresses. That was very sweet of you.”

“
Anything for
you
my
Carmen,
you know that. I can’t wait until you get home; we will have much
catching up to do. In the meantime, I am on my way to meet Pastor
Jenkins. It’s just a simple follow up to our last meeting. He’s
known you for quite some time, so it’s time for him to know me
better.”

I sigh. “You never stop amazing me, I love
you.”

“
Love you too.”

As the call ends, I step inside the car where
Marcia has a glass of champagne ready for me. I take the glass with
a shake of my head.

Chapter
Thirty-Nine

Engagement Photo Day April 4,
2014

Today is a beautiful spring day.
The temperature is perfect for our engagement photo at Maymont.
Flowers have already started to bloom. We have an appointment with
Lindsey at 2 PM. She wants us to meet her by the Japanese Gardens;
there we will decide which scenery will best suit our photo needs.
Cooper wears all black for the special occasion. His single
breasted blazer, with peaked lapels made of satin material. The top
button of his black dress shirt is left purposely undone. His
trousers have pleats of perfection going down each leg where they
lay on his black patent leather Kenneth Cole dress shoes. My short
dress is an exceptional fit with his attire.

The fitted top bodice comes down,
exposing a dash of cleavage. A multi-layered black skirt of light
material flows out at the bottom. My peep toe sling back heels
match the silver sequins found along the top of my dress. The deep
V back reveals my toned body. I put on my princess cut diamond
studs, lock my tiffany bracelet and paint my lips crimson red.
While double checking my appearance in the bathroom mirror, Cooper
greets me from behind. The scent of Polo Black follows him wherever
he goes. I absolutely love it. Gazing at our appearance in the
mirror together excites me even more for the upcoming photos. With
his hand on my hip he turns me to face him. Pulling my face up to
meet his, he kisses me gently enough so that my red lipstick stays
intact.

“
You look incredible; I’m thinking
we should leave now before I act on the things that come to mind,”
he says with the naughtiest look written on his face.

Before I can respond my hand is
placed where he begins to grow inside his trousers. Rubbing my hand
down the course of his length, I jerk it back upon reaching the
head. Now he’s even harder than before.

“
Cooper, I will promise to take
all of you as soon as we get home, but right now there’s no time.
We cannot be late; Lindsey is already booked through
July.”

“
Okay,” he responds
sadly.

“But make no mistake; I will make
sure you fulfill on that promise,
my
Carmen.”

He kisses me one last time, and we head out
the door.

When we reach Maymont, its obvious
Cooper has not been here before. We have a few minutes to kill, so
I decide to give him a quick tour on our way to meet
Lindsey.

“
This is a beautiful place,
Carmen.”

“
I had a feeling you would say
that.”

Walking hand in hand we admire the
beautiful scenery. Lindsey arrives, camera in hand, she begins at
the most known spot for picture taking at Maymont: the waterfall.
There are several taken in the Japanese Garden; some where we are
looking at one another, a couple of kissing photos, and some just
regular smiles with his arm around me. We move to the Peony Garden
to resume the picture taking. A dome stands in the distance; the
top is made of metal, the columns securing it look antique in
design. The openings through the metal allow the sun inside. Cooper
and I stand inside the fixture facing one other, both arms around
the other’s waist, he looks down at me. Peonies of all colors
surround the dome and go all the way down the cement path leading
to the entrance. Behind us, the sky is blue and filled with fluffy
clouds. A thousand photographs and an hour later, we look at some
of the digital work.