AMEN TO CHANCE

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The registry erupted in cheerful joys of laughter and claps as Michael claimed Camille's lips with a kiss.

After a few months of planning, they finally walked down the aisle, supported by family and well-wishers.

The groomsmen, consisting of Michael's brother, Mitch, and his friends, including his best friends, Sola and Eben, were cheering him on as he kissed the latest bride in town passionately. Little Mitch, the ring bearer dressed smartly in a black suit and bow tie to match, was perhaps the happiest of them all, and he looked on in complete happiness as his parents kissed each other.

The ladies in waiting were a few of Camille's friends and female colleagues who were all smiling happily, and the single ones among them were winking at some of the groomsmen.

Camille's parents were seated on the front row with her parents-in-law, as they had since been reconciled with their daughter and were no doubt ecstatic to be a part of their daughter's happiest day on earth.

The wedding reception was held at the biggest event center in town, and all expenses were paid for by Michael's family as a token of their goodwill.

The merriment kicked off with lots of sumptuous meals, juice, wine, and, of course, alcohol, which flowed freely. It was an all-you-can eat buffet, and the master of ceremonies did his job perfectly, making people laugh and eloquently delivering his lines. He soon called for the couple's first dance, and Michael and Camille took the stage, pressing their bodies close to each other, forgetting that people were watching; they were too happy to care.

"What do you say we abscond from this place and head over to our hotel room? I have been waiting too long for this."

Michael whispers in her ears, making her giggle.

"That would be too rude of us; you know all these people came to honor us, and we can't do that."

She smiles at him teasingly.

"What's your father doing on the stage?"

She asks, indicating senator Akinseloyin who had taken the microphone from the master of ceremonies and ordered the music to stop.

With a frown, he said,

"I wish I knew."

"Sorry for the interruption, people, but I have an announcement to make."

Senator Akinseloyin says, adjusting his ceremonial outfit.

"This will only take a minute."

With a wink in the direction of his wife, he proceeds.

"I just want to say congratulations to the latest couple. They have been through so much together and are still standing tall. It's no news to most of you that my son, Michael, was in a coma for many years, and it's a miracle to have him here with us. I should have done this a long time ago, but I was unable to."

Listening with rapt attention, the hall had grown unbelievably silent, mostly out of the audience's curiosity.

"Without further ado, I am announcing here today that, as a wedding present to the newlyweds, I am handing over total control of my real estate company to Michael. In other words, the company now belongs to him to do with as he deems fit."

The crowd had started to clap thunderously, and Michael looked on in shock, not sure of what he heard. Camille hugs him tightly, kissing his forehead.

"Congratulations, baby, you deserve it."

Giving him a slight nudge towards his father, who was still on stage,

"Go say thank you."

He walks up the stage to hug his father and say his thanks.

"You see, Michael really made me proud during the short time he handled the business, and I know we have Camille to thank for that. I hope this marriage makes you as happy as you both deserve, and may your union blossom. Congratulations once again."

Senator Akinseloyin concludes and walks off the stage after hugging his son tightly one more time.

Michael walks back to join Camille as the music resumes and the family joins them on the dance floor, congratulating them and exchanging well wishes, hugs, and kisses.

"Let's just go, Camille. It's getting stuffy here. We should go have a party for two alone by ourselves."

Michael tells her again, shouting at the top of his voice to be heard over the music and chattering around them.

"I haven't even danced with Mitch yet. What do we do about that? There's still the matter of us not taking enough pictures and throwing my bouquet. Besides, the paparazzi are lurking outside."

She replies, staring intensely into his eyes.

"You can always dance with Mitch later, and I don't care about the other reasons you are giving; don't make me drag you out of here; I am an extremely impatient man. Forget about the paparazzi; there's a side door we can use. Watch where I am going and follow me after a few minutes, I already have a car waiting."

He kisses her and walks out towards the door he talked about.

Camille looks around nervously, trying to see if anyone has noticed his exit, but they are all too busy dancing and merrymaking to notice. Pulling her wedding gown tightly around her after looking left and right to make sure no one is looking, she quickly walks out the way Michael did.

Stepping outside, she sees Michael waving at her from the back seat of a white limousine. She smiles at him and enters the car, taking in the interior.

"I have never been in a limousine before, you really did go all out."

Drawing her closer after closing the door,

"Only the best for you babe. So, did anyone see you leave?"

"Not that I can tell darling husband."

She snuggles closer into his arms, drowning in the wonderful smell of him.

"How did you come about the limo?"

"I rented it and it came with a driver."

Tapping the back of the driver's seat,

"Roll up the partition, and drive us to our hotel, please."

The driver, stiff as a robot does as he is told and drives off without a word.

"Is he mute?"

She whispers to him laughing at his tickling.

"He's not, I guess it comes with his job description to stay silent as much as possible. Now, what would you like to drink?"

He asks indicating the limo bar with his hand.

Stretching comfortably on the seat,

"What do you have for me?"

"There are lots of drinks here but how about some champagne?"

"I'm all for it. Pour away."

He takes two glasses from the limo bar and pops open the bottle of champagne, pouring drinks for both of them. He hands her a glass and proposes a toast.

"To a life filled with enough memories to celebrate."

They clink glasses together and take their first sips.

Setting down his cup, he collects hers and sets it down too.

"Now, come here."

"Won't he see us?"

She asks, whispering,  pointing in the direction of the driver.

"No, he can't. Did I tell you I love your gown?"

"No, you never did."

She says sliding closer to him.

He puts his hand in her hair and begins to remove the pins used to pack it in bridal style one after the other, sending her hair cascading down her shoulders. Placing a kiss on her neck,

"I love your gown and you are so damned beautiful I could eat you up right now."

"We are here. I want to eat you up too."

She announces as the car pulls in front of the five-star hotel they booked for the night before traveling out of the country for their honeymoon.

Stepping out of the car, he bends down and carries her into the hotel lobby against her half-hearted protests.

Put me down, Michael, people are looking."

"Of course they will, you are still dressed in your wedding gown."

He sets her down at the reception to confirm their reservation and collect their room key. Waving off the hotel staff who asks for their luggage to help them carry it, he replies and says they have none.

They walk into the lift together barely keeping their hands off each other.

The lift stops at their floor and they rush inside eagerly.

"You know I just thought of something."

She says as he guides her urgently to the bed.

"What's that?"

He asks disinterestedly more focused on removing her shoes.

"We didn't pack anything for the night and our traveling boxes are still at home."

"I know, I would have someone bring everything down for us tomorrow. Right now, I am more concerned about what's under your dress. Care to tell me what it is?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

She says spreading her legs open to reveal a sexy red lingerie.

He bends down to look closely and murmurs.

"Damn! You do know how to make a man lose control. I have waited months for this day and you are going to suffer for it today."

Giggling, she sits up on the bed to allow him to unzip her wedding gown and help her out of it.

He steps back to admire her and whistles softly.

"You are wicked, how can you taunt me like this?"

She suddenly stands up from the bed and walks up to meet him. He takes in the still perfect form of her despite having borne a child. Her stomach was still as flat as ever and she seemed to have developed more defining curves and flesh in all the right places.

She pushes him towards the wall and makes quick work of undressing him, his tie, suit and all.

"Let's go take a shower. I have never had sex in the bathroom."

She removes the rest of her underwear and walks off towards the bathroom.

"I would be more than happy to show you how it's done."

He says gaping at her and following with his already hard penis like someone entranced.

In the bathroom, they take turns lathering each other's bodies with soap.

"You have to forgive me Mrs. Akinseloyin but I can't wait for foreplay. I have spent years dreaming of nothing but this." He shoves her towards the bathroom wall, lifting her up to a comfortable position and thrusts himself deeply into her pussy already wet with water.

She moans softly into his ears, her hands resting on his neck, legs wrapped around him, too overcome for words.

He pushes himself further into her warm moist chamber and buries his entire penis into her. "You are sweeter than I remember my darling wife."

She licks his ears and nods. "It's this how it's done in the bathroom?" She asks her voice coming out in a choke as he reaches the core of her.

"There are many ways but we have the rest of the day and night to show you." Twisting his waist in a flexible motion, he continues ramming into her forcing an involuntary gasp from her lips.

She holds tightly to him urging him on desperately. "Give it to me baby, don't stop please."

"I just knew you were going to beg for more." He carries her from the bathroom still deep into her into the bedroom and lays her down gently on the bed. "Now, I would give it to you just how I remember you used to like it."

Lifting her legs up to rest on his shoulders, he withdraws and almost immediately shoves himself deep into her again. Repeating the motion several times, he continues torturing her almost to the point of tears.

She clings tightly to him, begging for him to stop torturing her like that.

He withdraws and flips her around making her bend her knees on the bed.

The arches her back and spread her legs apart to accommodate his entry.

Filling her up, he enters her and begins to thrust alternating between fast and slow sending her to the apex heights of pleasure. Grabbing her hair, he bends down to whisper in her ears, "say my name babe. I want you to say my name and tell me you are mine." He pulls her into him and continues thrusting into her making slapping sounds with each stroke.

"Michael, I am yours for life." She responds in the heat of insatiable desire coursing through her veins.

He increases the tempo making her breasts jiggle on the bed. "Louder, wife, I can't hear you well."

"I am yours, Michael, for life." She screams feeling herself reaching the climax.

"Yes, just like that, just like that." He comments happily spilling his seed into her and climaxing together.

Sated and contended for the moment, they slump onto the bed together gasping.

"I have missed you, Michael. I have fucking missed you." She murmurs resting her head on his chest.

"I have missed you too babe and might I add, it was worth the wait. Are you hungry? We haven't had anything to eat all day."

"Not now, I just want to stay like this for a long time." She whispers against his chest. "What time is our flight tomorrow?"

"It's in the evening, we still have plenty of time to stop by the house go to see Mitch before we leave."

"Won't he miss us too much?"

"He's a big boy and remember he resumes school soon. He would be too busy fitting in and having fun with Dad to think about us. I just want to have you all to myself for a few weeks. He has had you all to himself for years, I am sure he can understand stand." He says stealing a quick kiss at her forehead.

Smiling at him, "you are selfish."

"I thought you knew that already. I have news for you, babe."

"Out with it."

"We are moving into our very own house as soon as we get back."

Jumping up to sit on the bed, "are you serious? When did you set that up?"

"How can you ask me that knowing I work in a real estate company which as of a few hours ago, I now own. Come back here." He pulls her back to him.

"Why? I thought you were happy living with Mom and Dad."

"I am sure but we need our space especially since we are going to start raising the rest of our kids."

"What other kids?"

"Don't you know?"

"Know what? What haven't you told me?" She asks her tone becoming ominous.

"Calm down," he laughs. "I don't have any other kid by another woman. All I am saying is we are going to start raising our other kids with Mitch in our own house. I plan to get you pregnant before our honeymoon is over."

She laughs and punches him playfully. "You almost made me lose my mind. So, how many kids do you plan to have and what sex do you prefer?"

"Let's see," looking up at the ceiling, "I want both sexes and as many as you can give me."

"I guess I can work with that. Thank you dear husband for keeping all your promises and making me the happiest woman alive."

"No, I should be saying that. You waited and didn't give up hope on me even when others had. You are a true gem. I would forever love and cherish you, my darling wife. Thank you, babe."

Smiling shyly, "you are welcome. How about we get to work on making those kids now?" Sliding her hand down to grab his penis, she smiles as it comes erect in her hand.

"You know when you tease a man like that, you are just asking for it?"

"What makes you think I can't take it?"

Starting off with hot passionate kisses, a prelude to what was coming, they proceed to get on with the action that would last on for several hours with breaks or maybe not.

THE END.

If you enjoy reading this author's works, you are going to love her new story, below is an excerpt from "Too Little, Too Late."

TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE.

"So, sir, Bianca has been expelled from school along with the other girl. The principal said they would be allowed to sit in for their upcoming exams, and shouldn't be seen around the school premises till then."

"I just told you that the devil is hard at work, no one is perfect. There will surely be temptations regardless of how religious we are, overcoming them is what's important. The silver lining to all these is that we still have a chance to force the devil out of her. Where is she now?"

Mrs. Alao sighs and points towards the staircase,

"She's upstairs in her room, she's been keeping herself locked up since the whole incident. She doesn't eat, drink or even come out at all since that day. I always have to force her, and even then, she only eats a very little portion. I wonder what she does inside the room alone, her tab has been taken from her, so I know there's nothing else for her to do indoors. What do we do, Father?"

"Yes, sir, what's the way forward?" Mr. Alao asks eagerly, looking expectantly at the reverend.

"I have an idea, and I think it would work."

What's that, sir?"

Bianca's parents ask at the same time."I don't know if I told you, but I have some girls living with me at the mission house. They are all there for different reasons, but the one thing they have in common is that they are there to be closer to God and force the devil out of their lives. We have counseling classes, confessionals, bible studies, prayer meetings, and lots more to further solidify their relationship with God. I think it would be the best place for her pending when her examination starts that's if you don't mind."

Husband and wife exchange glances and nod simultaneously.

"We have no objections at all. It's for her good, why should we mind? I knew you would have a solution, that's why I told you, sir.".

Mr Alao says nodding satisfactorily. Mrs. Alao heaves a sigh of relief,

"When can she come, sir?"

It's all up to you, whenever you feel comfortable. Tomorrow is fine if that's alright by you."

"It's just perfect, sir. She would pack her stuff today, and we would drive her down to the mission house tomorrow. We'll call you early in the morning to let you know what time we would be coming. Or what do you think?"

Mr. Alao asks, directing the question to his wife.

"Tomorrow is fine. We will call you to update you first thing in the morning like my husband said."

"No challenge. Please, call her for me, I need to talk to her."

The reverend says looking at Bianca's parents.Mr. Alao stands and goes to the top of the stairs to call Bianca,

"Bianca, come down here real quick."

The latter mutters a barely audible

"I'm coming."

Mr. Alao goes back to seat as Bianca shuffles down the stairs lazily. She soon appears dressed in a loose-fitting top and pajamas. Her face is all swollen and puffy, she sports bruises all over her body. Her eyes widen in shock upon seeing the reverend seated on the couch.The latter exclaims,

"Jesus Christ! What happened to Bianca? She looks like she was hit by a moving train."

Mr. and Mrs. Alao exchange an uncomfortable glance in silence.Mrs. Alao clears her throat,

"There's nothing wrong with her, sir."

Then, why is she covered in bruises and her face swollen?"

"You see, sir, the bruises are not that much, it's only so obvious because she's fair-skinned. I only corrected her a little bit on the error of her ways."

Mr Alao says looking at the floor.

"I cannot believe this, you mean you beat her?"

The reverend asks looking Binaca over and shaking his head angrily.

"This is nothing short of barbaric. I just told you now what she needs, not to be beaten."

Turning to face Mrs. Alao,

"And you supported this?"

"It's not like that, sir. Even the bible says that foolishness is bound in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it away. We just thought we could drive out the devil in her."

Mrs. Alao concludes avoiding the reverend's gaze."

"Anyway, we'll discuss that some other time. I just want you to know that beating a child is not always the solution."

He motions to Bianca who has been staring sadly at a portrait on the wall.

"Come and have your seat, Bianca."

Bianca tears her graze from the portrait and goes to take a seat on the couch.

"Good afternoon, reverend."

Mrs. Alao takes the opening speech, "

"Bianca, your father and I have decided that you would be leaving for the reverend's house tomorrow, so, go and pack up your things for the duration of your stay at the mission house."

Bianca looks around at everybody in confusion,

"I don't understand, why do I need to go to the mission house?" I have to stu...."

Her father cuts her off,

"Because we said so, and because it's what you need right now. You will be there pending when it's time for your examinations, you should be grateful for this kind of opportunity and you ought to welcome it with joy."

"Don't I have a say in that sort of decision? I'm comfortable here at home."

Bianca says on the verge of tears.

"You lost the right to have a say when you decided to embarrass us. Of course, you are comfortable at home, so comfortable that you even had the time to engage in nonsense. You really should go, I can't even stand to see your face every morning. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Her father says, fuming hotly. She bursts into tears and looks to her mother for support, but the latter turns her head in the other direction, a clear indication that she won't come to her aid.

"Please, Dad, Mum, I promise I will be on good behavior henceforth, I would do anything you want, just don't let me go to the mission house."

Crying and sniffing, she goes down on her knees to appeal to her parents,

"I'm so sorry I embarrassed you both, but I will change for good."

Mr. Alao looks at her in disgust and hisses,

"Your reaction now has made me more than confident that I made the best decision. That devil in you doesn't want you to better your life, but believe me, this decision is final."

He announces, hissing in disgust. The reverend father smiles, and nods his head,

"I can see now that this is not a battle that can be fought physically, I have faith in God that he would perfect everything that concerns Bianca."

Mr. and Mrs. Alao murmur an "Amen."

Go upstairs and start packing, you leave tomorrow."

Mrs. Alao says motioning towards the stairs.

Bianca replies stubbornly, still crying,

"I don't want to go, please."

"You better go and start packing before I get my whip to work on you."

Her father shouts angrily, getting on his feet to drive home his point.Binaca takes one last look at her parents and the reverend who is smiling triumphantly at her. She stands up and makes her way up the stairs wearing a defeated look on her face, tears flowing down her cheeks.