Part Ninety Five

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His mother pulled me aside with a huge smile on her face. "What have you done to my son?"

I stood there knowing exactly what she means.  Blaine was laughing, dancing, showing me way too much affection, and is totally not the man I met when I first arrived in New York. 

"What do you mean?" I toyed with her for just a moment.

"You know what I mean, look at him!" She pointed, and I looked to see him dancing with Isabella.  He was smiling and she laughed.

"Those two were always similar, but never close.  He was always so serious, and now I haven't seen him without a smile in weeks." She said.

"Amelia, he finally let go of what was holding all of you back.  He got closure, and now he just wants to live, you know, feel alive." I said.

"That's not all it is. He found happiness and new confidence now that he is experiencing true love." She said.

I took her hands in mine.  "He is so happy to be a father, to close the chapter that had all of you living in fear, and now seeing you happier than ever has given him some comfort to be himself.  His father isn't pressing him into success, but guiding him with a lighter heart." I said.

She shook her head.  "I will always carry the grief of Cassidy's death.  I waited a decade to learn if she was dead or alive, but what helps most, is seeing my remaining children with a glimmer of hope in their eyes. I struggle daily, but somehow I know Cassidy is in a better place. Thank you so much for putting aside the anger you felt toward my daughter for lying to you.  The news you gave us wasn't what we wanted to hear, but we needed to know.  I'm afraid my sister wasn't going to end things no matter how things went, but you made sure Will made it to us safely.  Now you're going to be his mother, and I could never be as thankful to anyone as I am to you." She said just before she gave me a hug.  I wiped away a tear I had been fighting and kissed her cheek before letting her go.  As I did, she said the most wonderful words.  "I will always love you as one of my own."

The band interrupted us and announced Blaine and I will have one last dance tonight, then we will be leaving.  Blaine pulled me into him, but looked into my eyes as we danced, the look on his face becoming more serious.  "I need you." He said just before he kissed me.

Finally, it was time to leave and start our lives together. Blaine made it quite clear he was done with our celebration when he picked me up and carried me out of our reception.  It's funny, none of these people know what to think about Blaine's new disposition.  Some watched in shock, while others laughed and clapped their hands.  

We finally escaped into the elevator the bell boy had waiting for us and, as soon as the elevator doors shut, he set me down.  He cupped my face and looked down at me.  "You're finally my wife." Slowly he lowered his head and gave me a tender kiss and I clasped his hands that were still holding my face and kissed him back. 

He deepened the kiss and backed me up against the elevator wall.  It didn't take long before that tender kissed became more demanding. The elevator stopped, the door opened, and Blaine quickly pulled me out of it by my hand leading me to our room.  He swiped the key card and opened the door, before quickly sweeping me up into his arms making I laugh, I thought he would drop me.

The door shut behind us in our simple hotel room.  "I didn't think this night would ever end." He whispered before he kissed me.  Our kiss didn't end when he set me down on the edge of the bed, but it did when he got on his knees in front of mine.  He ran the back of his fingers down my face while he looked in my eyes before leaning in and kissing my lips, then trailing his way down my neck. 

I leaned against my hands behind me, but his head kept lowering while his hands ran up my legs and under my dress.  Suddenly, his head disappeared under my dress and I felt my panties move aside, before he kissed me in the most sensitive spot possible on a woman. 

I heard him moan just for a second before I felt his tongue, and I gasped.  My arms gave out and my head hit the mattress while his lips and tongue worked to please me. 

Just when I felt a tug on my nub from his teeth, a finger entered, and I grasped on to the blanket. The harder he worked, the harder I breathed. His tongue and fingers worked their magic as goosebumps formed on my skin.  I lifted my head and looked down, but he is still hidden in my dress.

"How can you breathe under there?" I asked, but suddenly he touched me inside, hitting just the right spot repeatedly.  My hands tried to reach for him, but I can't get to him.

"Blaine!" I screamed out, then heard a muffled moan. 

"I need you!" I cried out, but he wouldn't stop. 

"Blaine!" My hands are starting to shake, and the more I cried, out the harder he worked, until I was catapulted into my own heaven. 

"I love you!" I cried out as my shoes fell off and I ran one foot up his back and rested it on his shoulder.

"I'm there!" I screamed, and he intensified his touch.  My hands are shaking as they gripped on to the sheets while his muffled moans assured me he's still alive under all my layers. 

I relaxed, and the moment I did, he threw my leg off his shoulder, then appeared red-faced and out of breath.  The look he gave me indicated exactly how much trouble I'm in after he gets this dress off me. Quickly he pulled me to my feet, clasped my face, and kissed my lips with a desire that shocked me to my core.  The now weak muscles on my legs barely held me up.  My shaky hands pushed off his jacket, then tried to work each button of his shirt.  He lifted his head and looked down at me with heavy breaths as he reached behind me.

"There's an eye hook.." I went to tell him, but I felt my zipper release and my dress began to fall.

"You don't think I studied that dress all night?" He asked as he unhooked my strapless bra and it fell on top of the wedding dress that is already pooled at my feet.  My legs are still shaking as I unbutton his pants, his own hands work at his cufflinks and they both came off at the same time.  He kicked off his shoes and pants, just before he grabbed my ass pulled me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around him, before he softly laid me down on the bed wearing nothing but panties and thigh high stockings. 

His tender lips kissed mine as his right hand ran along my body only to intensify the passion, and the love I feel for him in this moment.

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