CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE


Even a small, spur of the moment wedding takes a certain amount of planning and both Urs and Elena spent some time discussing arrangements with Cena and Neto. The house was huge so there was no problem with having extra people in residence, if the ones most dear to them could arrange their schedules to attend.

Urs called his parents and asked them to come but it was doubtful that they could. His Mami cried when he told her the news, happy tears that at long last he had found the woman who made him so eager for the joys of married life but his Papa was suffering from the after effects of bad bout of the flu at the moment and had been advised to take it easy. Urs promised a visit to Switzerland as soon as possible so they could meet their new daughter. He was saddened concerning the health of his father, found it difficult to think of the robust man as being too ill to fly and Elena comforted him.

David sent another e.mail with their flight times and news of the girls arrivals, and asked if Elena would be upset if he asked to share the wedding day since he wanted at last to be married to Janet. She was overjoyed, knowing how long Jan had waited for him to ask and so Father Bernardo was asked and agreed to a double service.

They also received an e.mail from Maddie who said that Seb insisted he was well enough to travel and would arrive a day after the others, regardless of what the doctors said. That would be the same day that David’s parents and Jan’s mother flew in from the States so the house was gradually going to fill up.

For a while they talked about having the ceremony on the beach at sunset but suddenly one morning Elena came up from the office and said she really preferred having it on the party lawn, using the rationale that there would be children present and it was too dangerous for them to be racing up and down the stone steps and anyway it might be good to limit Seb’s movements for a time. Urs agreed, leaving most of the decisions about the ceremony and party up to her…he just wanted to be married to her, that’s all he cared about.

It was difficult to get any free time to go in to town and shop for a wedding outfit, for both of them since Urs had brought little with him. That was solved by asking David to bring along his white summer weight Armani suit and though he didn’t want to be parted from her even for a few minutes he went out with Neto to see Chuy and Rosa and make sure they could come to the service and party. While he was gone Cena and Elena went in to town and visited a friend who did dress making. She agreed with Elena’s simple sketch and promised to have the dress ready in 3 days. While there, they visited a friend who ran the Liquoria and Elena asked for some special ingredients, promising to pay anything asked if he could supply her. He promised to do his best and deliver her supplies in person.

When Urs and Neto came back from the trip to Chuy’s she was in the Kitchen with Cena and after a very brief chat he took her hand and almost dragged her from the room, up the stairs and into the suite. Seconds later, without talking about it, there was nothing between them except fevered skin. Elena pushed him into one of the roomy chairs by the fireplace and knelt on the wide seat, straddling him, offering her mouth to him when he moaned and half closed his glazed eyes.

He was ravenous, taking her mouth with a demanding kiss that she met with her own hunger, wrapping her arms around his head, fingers entwined in his hair. They loved one another with an urgent passion, as if having been separated for weeks instead of a few hours.

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They lay on the fluffy rug in front of the fireplace, their hearts and breathing calming slowly, twined together facing each other, Elena playing with his chest hair, Urs with his head tucked into her neck, his mouth warm against the mark he had left in their frenzy, just below her ear.

“Ach, Mein gott!! You are incredible!! Neto fell asleep on the drive back and I started thinking…. Bad move…. By the time we got here I wanted you so much it was painful to walk.”

She laughed and pulled his hair forward so it fell against her face, loving the silky caress of it.

“Next time you decide to think, maybe you should warn me. One look in those eyes and I almost ripped your clothes off right there in the kitchen. Is this a natural skill or did you have to practice a lot?”

He smiled. “I used to be a very proper man, almost boring, before I met you.”

She giggled. “Like I believe that. I think they could use you as the poster boy for Viagra.”

He howled with laughter, then pulled her under his chest to lean on his lower arms on each side of her head.

“You are the only drug I need, Liebling. Your sweet mouth …..your perfect body…. I…never…get …..enough… of …you.” He dipped into her mouth then let his lips and tongue roam across her breasts, creating longing in her again, slowly loving any spots he may have missed in his haste the first time. She sighed and let her mind fill with the desire and anticipation he created in her.

There was something magical about the feeling of him looming over her, that strong chest with the curly hair crushing against her breasts, the taut stomach against hers and the way their hips nestled together, as if designed to fit just so. She loved the sensuous feeling of his muscles rippling as his body moved against hers and the way he had of pressing his arms against her sides, making her feel safe, contained, loved. His eyes would darken with need as his mouth nibbled and licked, kissed and sucked, exploring until she was drowning in sensation and the anticipation rose to nearly unbearable heights.

“Let me touch you, Urs,” she whispered and he rolled them to their sides, resting one long, muscular leg on top of hers and she curled her body to rest her face against his waist, her hands roaming through the curly nest of hair at his groin, making him moan and shiver as she gently caressed the length of him, fondling the silky sacs of seed and the flat area behind them where they attached to his body, running up to the tip with a light grip that she knew teased, then harder, making the skin that gloved him ripple up and over the sensitive tip then back down, a little harder each time, moved her head a fraction and touched her mouth to the tip, flicking her tongue across the end, wetting him and opening wider to suck him inside the velvet depths.

He curled his upper body around her, leaning on her back, his hand reaching to cup her smooth bottom, the other tangled and flexing in her hair, his mouth against her back and she moaned as he bit her and sucked the stinging spot in his passion.

Urgently he pulled her up to lay on top of him and slipped effortlessly inside, both close, so close that only a few frantic strokes thrust them over the top into ecstasy.

Urs collapsed on her body when the spasms ebbed, held there by her arms until they slowly fell onto his arms and stroked his ropey muscles then stopped when she fell asleep. He moved partly off her chest to snuggle against her neck and fell asleep, smiling.

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