Zoey's p.o.v Two years later. Today is the day I get married to the love of my life, the man of my dreams, my childhood sweetheart. The same man who held my heart even after breaking it, he still held it for years. Maya, Sophie, and Lucy were my bridesmaids, they have been part of my life since everything settled down two years ago. I gave them promotions because I can't have my best friends at the bottom of the food chain. “I'm so happy for you.” Maya hugged me giggling, the excitement written all over her like it's her wedding. “Welcome to the married life.” Sophie teased. She got married last year, to her boyfriend. “Best wishes my love.” Lucy threw flying kisses at me. Just outside the church, we stood waiting to go in. They held each other's hands with me in the center, while the prayed for me and the success of my marriage. This what I called friends, praying for your good will. As I walked down the aisle with my Dad, I felt like my life is complete. Everyone present in
Zoey p.o.vI didn't wake up from the birds chirping in the distance, not from the ray of sun peeking at me for the window blinds. I also didn't wake up from the sound of the sea clashing against the shore and receding, I did wake up in pleasure.“Mm mm” I muffled.I was getting pleasured from sleep, it was intense. I squirm around trying to contain the unmeasurable pleasure, Marco is in between my thighs doing what he does best to me.“God.” I jolt, beating my lower lip in an attempt to hold it in. An electric spark flashes through me, my Virginal clutching tightly, as of the rest of my organs.I was close, but Marco was yet to finish his work. He shoves not just his tongue inside me, he also plugged two fingers into me. His movements were fast and rough, showing no mercy on me.My breaths were labored, my chest rise and fall faster than I can process. He gave me one final screw by flicking on my clit with his free finger, the tingling sensation spread to my brain. My eyes rolled back
Zoey's p.o.vIt was around eleven when we finally walked out of our room, we are in a resort. A prestigious one at that, an opulent and extravagant resort that was renowned for its luxurious amenities and impeccable service.Nestled in the heart of Paris.The resort, known simply as “Le Palais de Paris,” was a haven for the elite and affluent who sought nothing but the best in terms of comfort and indulgence.I haven't seen the rest of the resort, but from the room we're at tell me a lot. The room was nothing short of spectacular. Elegantly decorated with fine silk draperies, hand-painted murals, and antique furniture. The bed was adorned with the softest linens and plush pillows, ensuring a restful night's sleep for even the most discerning guest.“You look lavishly, that I don't want us to leave the room.” Marco whispered close to my ear, he rubs his nose on my neck, and then I felt his teeth on my flesh.I jolted forward, but Marco was quick to trap me in his arms. His hand was on
Zoey's p.o.vAs we walk down to the grand lobby of the resort, I was greeted by a dazzling display of crystal chandeliers, plush velvet furnishings, and intricate marble flooring. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft murmur of classical music playing in the background.Classic but home friendly, I commend. Totally my style, we keep it classy and elegant but homey.“Ma'am, which one are you going with?” Annette asked. She is more compose than the other girl, Marco must have demand for someone else.She has filled me in on the activities they had in stock, they have Spa.Furthermore, she went in further to boast about their spa service, saying it's a world-class spa that offered a range of indulgent treatments and therapies. Guests could relax and unwind in the steam room, sauna, or Jacuzzi, or indulge in a rejuvenating massage or facial. The spa also featured a state-of-the-art fitness center, where guests could work out with a personal trainer or participate
Zoey's p.o.vAnnette was already standing outside the painting studio waiting for me before I arrived, with a smile on her face. “Ma'am, ready for some relaxation?” she asked, standing up straight.“Of course.” I nodded eagerly, after hours of painting my back aches. My muscles and joints are stiffed, more than earlier. And all I needed right now is a nice, relaxing massage.“Please, this way, ma'am.” She said.I followed her as she led me outside the workshop, and out of the building to a wooden house not so far from the sea behind the resort. The wooden house was adorned with intricate carvings and colorful tapestries, giving it a rustic yet inviting charm. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to the serene atmosphere that enveloped the house.Inside, the interior was adorned with plush cushions and soft lighting, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus lingered in the air, adding to the calming effect
Zoey p.o.vThe air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the gentle hum of bees.Right before my eyes lay a well gardened meadow.The meadow stretch out wide with its emerald carpet of grasses and a riot of blooming wildflowers. The short grasses swinging joyfully to the wind, begin the meadow, stood proudly against the sun is a cabin.This is like my dreams coming to life, first it was coming to Paris, then riding on a white horse and this meadow and cabin“You remembered.” I tilted my head to look back at Marco.“I never forget, not any details of you.” He replied, his voice hoarse with raw emotions.#Flashback.#[Fifteen years old Zoey and eighteen years old Marco]Marco and I sat on the big tree on the bank of a small river, isn't very popular to others. Marco found this place, and brought me here. I fell in love with how quiet and peaceful it is here, far away from the noise and bustling of the city.We immediately turned it into our sanctuary, we come here whenever
Zoey p.o.vOur second day in Paris went by Marco taking around touring, Third day, Caroline and I did a lot of workshop exploring in the resort. We did some pottery art, and crafts, as guided by the experts.Today being the fourth, we're doing something different. Caroline and I are at a club, 'mouillé' [wet] a very famous club around here. By ourselves.Nope, Marco didn't come along, neither did anyone of his men trailing behind us, and so is Caroline's husband. We are here alone, for some girls night.Or are we?I am wearing a neck strap Black shimmering dress that reaches just below my butt cheeks. Too short? I know that's the plan, the neckline of the dress is low enough to expose my cleavage.A small black clutch in have, I let my hair waves down covering my back.Caroline on the other had, is wearing a red dress, same length as mine. Her hair up in a tight ponytail, like a typical badass.If you're to judge Caroline from our painting session as a decent and quiet girl, you gue
Zoey p.o.vImmediately the sound, two other shots went off in the air, followed by commotion in the club. Screams burst out, sound of footsteps rushing about could be heard, things falling and properties getting destroyed.But here I was in the restroom getting pleased, in the midst of all these chaos Marco swipes his tongue over my clit. I shudder in pure Bliss.This situation is making my pulse race with adrenaline, and thrilling.“Ah.” I hissed throwing my head back.“Keep your head down and eyes on me.” He orders, shooting me a firm look. “I don't want anybody to see your face.” I can hear the possessiveness in his voice.“Your pleasured face, your vulnerability when I plead you, is only for me.” He says, I can tell the thought of other men seeing me like this is killing.My body shook as I nod, from the commotion out there, I doubt anyone would come here.He flicks my clit with is tongue again, that feels damn good.Marco french kiss my clit and I believe I will die. I bite my li