Jamal
“You are,” I continued, “everything I wanted. I love that we
can clown and kid each other. I love when you tease me. I love that I can open
up to you, but most of all, I love that I can be myself with you. You’ve seen me
at my lowest moments and still you saw the best. You once said I ‘broke down
your walls,’ but Yaz, you broke through mine. I love you more than you know.
It’s you and me, Baby. It’ll always be you and me. My vow to you is my love. I
vow to love you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Jamal,” I heard her whisper.
“I love you,” I repeated and tucked the paper in my pocket.
I took her hands in mine.
“I love you too,” she replied.
Reverend James moved to the rings and Yazmin and I placed
them on each other. He said one final prayer of blessing over us and finally
said the words I’d been waiting to hear all day. “I now pronounce you husband
and wife. Jamal, you may kiss your bride.”
I cradled Yazmin’s face in my hands as hers grazed up my
back. I didn’t want to rush the moment, but I couldn’t contain the passion I
felt when our lips met. We joked that we didn’t wanted to “slob” each other
down in church, but in my mind, we’re married. So if I wanted to tongue-kiss my
wife, I was going to tongue-kiss my wife. However, I did try to keep it as appropriate
as possible since I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. She still gets a little
shy when it comes to PDA. Me, I don’t care because she’s mine. As much as I
wanted to devour her mouth right then, I held back some, knowing there was
always later. I could kiss her everywhere then. I couldn’t wait.
“I present to you for the first time,” Reverend James stated,
“Mr. and Mrs. Jamal Parker.”
I grinned against Yazmin’s lips. She gave me one last peck
before grabbing my hands and laced our fingers. She’s beamed. We turned to see
our family and friends on their feet cheering and clapping. Yazmin and I walked
down the aisle to exit the church hand in hand as husband and wife.
Present,
September 20th, 2015
I feel her arms embrace my waist and I clasp her hands in
front of my chest. I feel her mouth kiss my back through my collared shirt. I
turn into her embrace and lower my head to meet her mouth. She’s running her
hands up and down my back as her tongue meets mine. My hands are in the waves
of her hair. She’s been on the natural hair kick for almost a year, and I think
I’m beginning to like it. The natural kinks of her hair feel soft against my
fingers. They look amazing when the wind blows them in wind.
“Where did you go?” she asks me in between kisses.
“I went to a souvenir shop. I thought we could take
something back for our parents,” I reply.
“I still can’t believe they did this.”
“Me neither.”
She looks up at me. “You happy?”
“Yes,” I reply. There are not enough words to describe what
I’m feeling.
“Me too,” she states. “It’s so beautiful here.” She pulls
away and starts to walk closer to the water. I hadn’t seen what she was wearing
until now. Her mint green sundress hugs her waist, the hem grazing her legs at
mid-thigh. She’s barefoot, which I love. The sun is just about set, but the way
it illuminates my wife is breathtaking.
Yazmin
I turn back around to see Jamal
sitting on the beach. His arms are resting on his knees as he stares back at
me. He looks sexy in his white collared shirt, which is rolled up to his
elbows. I love the khakis shorts he’s wearing and I’m loving his clean-shaven
face, although I did tell him I prefer his facial stubble. I saunter over and
kneel before him. He opens his arms and I move to sit back between his legs. He
wraps his arms around me as we watch the sky darken. I sigh when I feel his
lips kiss my cheek.
“I got you something,” he whispers in my ear.
I smile when I see a necklace hover in front my face. It’s a
simple silver chain with a scripted word, “Yazmin,” as the pendant. Again, just
when I think he’s not listening, he surprises me. I’ve complained over the
years that my name is uncommon and how I always wanted something with my name.
Yeah, I know I could’ve gotten it myself, but it means so much more that it’s
coming from him.
“Jamal, I love it,” I say as he fastens it around my neck.
He kisses my neck. “I thought you would.”
“I’m not going to ask how long you’ve had this. I’ve wanted
one of these since high school,” I state rubbing over my name with my fingers.
“A while.”
“How long is a while?”
He laughs. “I thought you weren’t going to ask?”
“Jamal?”
He sighs. “Since junior prom.”
I turn to face my husband. A part of me was angry when he didn’t think to ask me to our junior prom, but I figured he didn’t like me. I even gave up hope when we reached our senior year. We were friends, so why would he ask me out? “Are you serious?”
I turn to face my husband. A part of me was angry when he didn’t think to ask me to our junior prom, but I figured he didn’t like me. I even gave up hope when we reached our senior year. We were friends, so why would he ask me out? “Are you serious?”
He nods. “I don’t know why I kept it all this time. I wanted
to give it you before, but it just never felt like the right time. Stupid huh?”
I reposition my body to straddle his waist, cradling his
face in my hands. “No it’s not. Aside from you, this is the best present I’ve
ever gotten.”
He takes the
opportunity and kisses me. I’m completely lost in his touch as he runs his
hands up and down my arms. I feel his hands at the straps of my dress as he
slides them downward. The wind is cooler now since the sun has set, and the
breeze is stimulating against my skin along with his mouth. I know without a
doubt he’s going for my breasts and I give him better access by slipping my
arms out of the straps. My dress is now at my waist and Jamal is kissing the
space between my breasts.
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