Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 20
Sophia laughs, but the way he looks at us makes me think that he wasn’t intentionally trying to be funny.
He’s right though, I can’t wait for this to be over, so we can go and celebrate and then head back home to carry on what we’ve already started. This has turned out to be way easier than I thought it would be, and now Margaret's given us the lowdown on who holds the keys to Sophia’s success in staying here, I feel a lot more relaxed. All we’re going to need to do is send in a few documents and then prove that we’re together because we love each other, which doesn’t seem all that far from the truth right now.
Dead aunt Caroline’s inheritance couldn’t be further from my thoughts at the moment, but when the time comes to claim it, it’s going to feel like winning the lottery for the second time round, because just looking at Sophia tells me I’ve already won the jackpot once.
“Is there any reason you both can’t legally be married?” Doug asks. “And I hope the answer to that is no, because I should have asked it first.”
“No”, Sophia and I say in chorus. “No”, Alice and Alex add.
“Good”, Doug says, putting down his notes. “That’s a relief. I don’t even know why they put that question in there because in the fifteen years I’ve been doing this, no one has ever answered yes.” Doug pauses briefly, as though he’s forgotten what comes next and then suddenly snaps back into action. “You can sign the licence now, take some photos if you like, some people like to hang them up in hallways as a souvenir.”
We step up to Margaret’s desk, and sign the licence in the spaces provided for us. When Alice and Alex have down the same, the licence passes from Margaret to the military guy, from the military guy to the butch woman, and eventually from the butch woman to Doug.
When Doug has finished signing he looks up to us both, while we stand there with baited breath unsure if this thing is official yet.
“Well, what are you waiting for”, Doug says. “Kiss her before she gets away. You guys just got married.”
I can’t hear anything else but Alex’s thunderous cheers while I prepare to pull Sophia into me slowly and seductively, for our first kiss as husband and wife. She messes that plan up completely, of course, when she jumps the gun, grabs hold of my tie, jerks my mouth down towards hers insistently and kisses me so passionately I feel heat rising up through my torso like mercury through a thermometer in the heart of summer. The kiss is so good it literally takes my breath away, and when Sophia finally lets me go, I have to gulp at the air like a goldfish just to stop myself from passing out.
“Okay?” she asks me, but I’m too stunned to find the words to respond.
“You’re a lucky guy, Ryan”, Doug says, as he takes a look at us both. “Make sure you don’t forget it.”
The rest is a bit of a blur. We collect the certificate, we thank the weird, unconventional panel, I shake Doug’s hand and give Margaret and awkward hug, and before we know it, we’re back outside again, we’re husband and wife, and the whole thing has taken less than fifteen minutes.
I stand there in shock, the whole world going on as normal around us while everyone else wears the same expression as mine that says: did that actually just happen?
“So”, Alex says. “Feel any different?”
“A whole lot more relaxed”, I confess. “I was shaking like a leaf before we went in.”
“Me too”, Sophia says. “I can’t believe it was that simple.”
“You guys are married!” Alex says excitedly. “Actually legally married.”
Sophia looks embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. “That was awesome”, she confesses, her beautiful chocolate brown eyes all over me. I know that look and it’s making me burn up from the inside out. I don’t know how long I’m going to last before I insist we head back home and consummate this thing because right now I’m about as horny as it gets.
“It hasn’t finished yet”, Alex says. “This is your wedding day, and I’ve got a speech lined up.”
“I don’t know, Alex”, I say. “I’m sure Sophia isn’t interested in that.”
“No, I’m interested”, Sophia says. “And I’m hungry too.”
“You’ve got to celebrate”, Alice insists. “You can fuck each other’s brains out afterward. I mean, it wasn’t like you didn’t wait two months to do it in the first place so a few hours now isn’t going to kill you is it? We might as well make the most of our outfits too, we’ve barely had them on an hour.”
“We have the play”, I remind everyone, partly thinking about the fact that we shouldn’t get drunk and then go on stage, but mostly about the fact that if I don’t get Sophia into bed before we get to the theatre I might just explode half way through the performance. I pull her into me, just to feel her against my body. I know it’s a little bit selfish, but I guess as her husband I get the right now, because I want her all to myself as well.
“Lunch”, Alex says. “Then speech, then you guys can get the play out of the way while Alice and I get drunk and we can meet each other later.”
“That sounds like a fantastic plan”, Alice says, apparently speaking for all of us. “I’ll go and hail a cab.”
She’s off before I’ve had a chance to stop her, Alex in her wake like a little puppy chasing after its mother.
“Does he know she’s got a boyfriend?” Sophia says.
“Yep, he knows. Doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop him trying though.”
Sophia laughs. “This whole thing is way too surreal for me. I mean, look at us. I’ve never dressed this way in my life, not even for a play.”
“We look fantastic”, I say. “You especially.”
“Look at me”, Sophia says, turning into me.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I want to see if it’s true.”
I hold her gaze silently while Sophia beams up at me, her cheeks beginning to redden. “Well?” I ask, unable to keep a smile off my face. If she’s seeing in my eyes what I’m seeing in hers, this marriage is going to be a very happy one indeed.
Sophia leans into me, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. “Me too”, she says, to the very thing I’ve had pounding away in my head pretty much since the first week after we met and haven’t even needed to say. She’s read my mind because my eyes aren’t lying.
“Smile”, Alice calls out to us, and as we turn towards her voice so she can take our very first photo as husband and wife, the pair of us can’t stop laughing.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ryan
We go for lunch, let Alex read his speech, which isn’t anywhere near as embarrassing as I think it’s going to be, and then rock up at the theatre about fifteen minutes before we are meant to go on stage, which happens to be about an hour after we are supposed to be there. We get changed in the restrooms of the restaurant and had it not been for one of the staff members insisting on choosing that exact moment for a deep clean, Sophia and I might have consummated this thing right there on the spot.
Marshall is absolutely fuming, but luckily he hasn’t got enough time to have a go at us while we rush to make it on stage before the curtain goes up, and afterward, because we nail the show, he acts like he’s totally forgotten about it.
It is, by far, the best performance to date. Sophia is outstanding as Elouise, and the kiss right after our marriage ceremony actually brings tears to my eyes. We’re only meant to kiss once before the curtain shoots down around us, but either Marshall makes a spontaneous change at the last minute, perhaps to get back at us for arriving late, or someone just isn’t doing their job properly, because the play ends several minutes after it’s supposed to, which gives Sophia and I a proper amount of time to indulge ourselves. What might have been acting up until that point totally dissolves around us as I hold Sophia in my arms as Ryan, not Elouise as William and either the audience see right through us, or they simply think we’re actors right at the top of our game because when the curtain finally drops around us, there isn’t a single person still sat in their seat.
We skip the drinks after the performance, the inevitable gossiping from other cast members, the dressing down from Marshall when he’s finally remembered how fine we cut our arrival and even the dressing room sofa, as tempting as it seems, and slip as quickly and as quietly as possible out of the back door.
Alex and Alice are likely to still be celebrating in our absence, but that’s absolutely fine for both of us. We hail a cab, ask him to step on it, and head straight back home.
We’re barely in the door before we’re tearing each other’s clothes off, a whole day of pent up horniness about to come exploding out. We’ve got all the time in the world, but right now the urgency to unite ourselves is absolutely overwhelming.
We leave a trail of clothes in our wake and fall together into the softness of the double bed, naked apart from our underwear. In clothes or out of them, Sophia looks absolutely spectacular. I bounce kisses off her neck and chest, tease her nipples with light flicks of my tongue and kiss down her belly towards her panties, which are already soaking wet with her juices.
“Horny?” I ask, teasing her just that little bit longer, my finger dipping underneath the edge of the fabric where her inner thigh meets the edge of her pussy lips, and threatening to push inside her.
Sophia responds with a deep guttural moan, as she leans in and bites my neck, the look in her eyes absolutely ferocious.
I practically rip her panties off and then do the same with my boxershorts, my cock having just about torn through the thin fabric anyway. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life, my dick like a rod of tempered steel.
Sophia pulls me into her and together we fold down into the mattress, her legs wrapped around my hips, my weight pressed into her.
“Missionary?” I ask breathlessly. “You know that’s my favorite position, right?”
Sophia smiles up at me, while she takes hold of my dick. “The favored position of married American couples”, she says and slides me inside her.
Sex with Sophia is beyond incredible. I know we’ve only fucked a few times so far, so it’s not like I’ve got a wealth of experience to draw on, but every single time we’ve done it, I’ve felt like she’s taking me to a completely different world.
I’m not exactly the most spiritual type, most guys aren’t to be honest, but when Sophia and I fuck, calling it sex seems like I’m massively undervaluing it. It’s way beyond anything I thought the human body had the ability to experience, and it’s so much more than just the pleasure of the physical sensation as well. She turns me on like nobody else I’ve ever been with, but it’s what she does to my head when we’re together that absolutely blows my mind.
I rock my weight into her, driving my dick deep inside her wetness and making her moan with short staccato breaths that make tingles flash along my spine. I love the noises Sophia makes when we fuck, because I can tell she’s not only genuinely enjoying what I’m doing to her, it’s so good, it’s actually physically impossible to keep the noise inside.
As I pull out, her eyes sparkle, her lips curl at the edges into a smile and she tightens the grip of her legs around my waist, and then when I rock forward and thrust my cock inside her, hard and deep like I know she likes, she moans and gasps and shudders with delight.
Like this I can see her face properly, I can observe her expression closely, and I can communicate to her every single emotion she’s making me feel. I know it’s not the most exciting position but I love missionary because not only can I see everything, touch everything and kiss everything, it makes me feel connected to her as an equal, and right now that’s exactly what I want.
There are times when I like her on top, grinding her pussy in my face while I drive my tongue inside her and smack her taste against the roof of my mouth and there are times when all I want to do is bend her over and punish her with quick, hard thrusts of my rock hard cock, but right now, I want to lean into her and press her tightly against the mattress, see her eyes sparkle and kiss those plump and tender lips, watch the orgasm build within her as she moans towards it, and then hold her tight as she can’t resist anymore, the tension overtaking me as well so we explode together, riding the wave of orgasmic bliss all the way to seventh heaven.
I find her hand and spread it out against the mattress, our fingers interlocking, and I sweep her hair off her shoulder so I can kiss along the tenderness of her neck. Sophia loosens her grip around my waist and lets her legs drop open, which allows me to adjust myself slightly, spread her legs widely and fuck her just that little bit deeper.
“I want you”, she moans at me as I run kisses along her shoulder, dotting the edge of the bone with indentations of my teeth. “I really—, fuck, Ryan. I want you so much.”
“You’ve got me”, I say, as I pull away to see it again, that look in her eye that makes my heart swell with emotion and my skin tremble with desire. I’ve never felt it like this before, which makes me think I’ve never felt it properly until now either. If I’m not already there yet, I’m totally falling in love, and unless I’m wildly delusional, I’m not the only one.
“That is—”, Sophia moans. “Oh, fuck, that is—.”
“I know”, I say, the sensation building inside me with each push, everything Sophia is doing making each individual atom in my body sing in a chorus of exquisite pleasure. I can feel her pussy muscles wrap tightly around my cock to draw me into her, her orgasm building inside her as though it were building inside me too, the heat from her skin making mine tremble excitedly where it presses against me.
I kiss along her clavicle, down through the gap between her breasts, around each perfect areola and take her hardened nipples into my mouth one by one. Sophia moans, her breath hot against my cheek as she digs her nails into my back and pulls me into her.
“Like that”, she says. “I want to come like that.”
I drop my hips flat against hers and rock into her, my dick all but ready to explode. I’ve been edging it pretty much all day, and right now I’m staring it square in the face. When this finally descends upon us, I’m going to need to hold on as tight as I can in case it breaks us both completely.
Even the other times we’ve fucked haven’t been anywhere near as intense as this, and I wonder whether it’s because we’ve built it up so much or because something really has changed between us now, and as husband and wife everything is just a million times more incredible.
“Let me see”, Sophia says breathlessly, her voice hot in my ear. “I want to see it again.” I lift away so she can look at me, her hands around my neck protectively, perhaps in case I float away when it finally comes for us.
I smile and she smiles back, the sparkle in her eyes reflected in my own. I can tell by the way her cheeks flush red where her cheek bones cut the softness of her face into angles,
by the the slight quiver at the edge of her lips and the way her skin vibrates with each intensifying moan. I can tell by the way she tilts her hand back and eventually closes her eyes to me, and I can tell by the way her entire body seems to convulse around it as it explodes like a compacting star inside her.
I love seeing Sophia come, because in that exact moment, when an orgasm hits her like a wrecking ball travelling at a million miles an hour, she is entirely herself. There is no other moment in anyone’s life when they are more pure, more completely just one uncomplicated thing, and with Sophia it’s like looking at the moment of creation itself.
She pulls me into her with a combination of latent strength and pure desire, and then moans so lasciviously into my ear I feel like she’s talking personally to every single nerve ending in my entire body.
I’m already on the edge and fighting to hold on when Sophia’s explosive orgasm sends shock waves through every ounce of my tingling flesh, and the sheer undeniable sexiness of her voice, dripping wet with lustful desire, just pushes me right over the edge.
I feel it begin deep in the pit of my belly before it explodes like a grenade packed full of wildfire and spreads out across the rest of my body in milliseconds. I feel my dick throb against the convulsions of Sophia’s pussy muscles, and as an animalistic groan fights its way out of my chest, I erupt so emphatically inside her I feel like I’m emptying absolutely everything I have to give.
The orgasm is so intense and goes on for so long, I feel like when I’m finally done, I’ll be nothing more than an empty sack of skin, trembling in the breeze like a sheet of paper near an open window.
Sophia is still coming when I finally come back down to earth, her moans reduced to light whimpers, but her skin, which is now wet with sweat from us both, fizzes and trembles like electricity runs through her veins and arteries instead of blood.
I tilt her head back so she’s looking at me again, and wordlessly we stare at each other and attempt to catch our breath.
“I’m changing my mind”, Sophia says finally, her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck reverse cowgirl, missionary is where it’s at.”
I can’t help but laugh. I let myself fold into her and together we laugh like it’s the funniest joke in the world.
Not only have I just had the single best sexual experience of my life, not only have I just had the biggest orgasm, I also happen to feel happier than I ever thought was possible. Not just happy because I’ve come either, but a deeper kind of happiness than that, a much more rounded, fully developed, has-the-potential-to-last-forever kind of happiness. The kind of happiness that only being in love can bring.
“Better?” Sophia asks, her fingers pushing tracks through my hair.
“Fuck yes”, I say, “we should get married more often.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sophia
This cannot be happening. I’m staring at the doctor open mouthed while the rest of the room rotates around me like a washing machine on spin cycle. I feel sick to the very pit of my stomach and totally numb. It’s a joke, it’s got to be.
Out of the words he says to me, I catch: “almost twelve weeks. It’s not unusual”, and, “not everyone starts to show at the same time”, which are snippets of a one sided conversation I can’t fully concentrate on.
