CHAPTER 4
Joey dragged Seville into the chapel. In Vegas 24 hour chapels are a dime a dozen.
The chapel was empty, except for them, a receptionist, and the. . . .Elvis. They stood before him in their regular clothes. A ragged bouquet of plastic flowers had been thrust into Seville's hands.
When Elvis got to the part about rings, Joey looked up, startled. He didn't have a ring, except for his Superman ring. Oh well, he thought, it's better than nothing. He slid it off of his finger and slipped it onto Seville's. It was much too big but it would have to do temporarily.
"I don't have a ring," said Seville nervously. The Elvis rolled his eyes.
"Use one of your earrings," said Joey.
"But isn't that unhygienic?" Seville asked.
"Who cares?" said Joey, shrugging his shoulders. "In a little while we'll be sharing bodily fluids." Seville blushed bright red but removed one small gold hoop. She put it into Joey's ear.
"Now you may kiss the bride," said Elvis. "And collect your fifty dollars worth of chips for the casino." Joey leaned forward, eager to finally kiss her, but she turned her head. He ended up kissing her cheek. He glanced at her quizzically.
"I'm sorry," she whispered and ran out of the chapel. Joey ran after her.
He ran into the casino and was confronted with a writhing orgy of people. The sound of slot machines rang through the smoke filled air. He caught a glimpse o her auburn hair in the midst of the nightmare.
He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. She spun into his arms. He held her as she cried into his chest.
"Seville, what's wrong?" asked Joey, who was extremely concerned.
"The last time. . . . I. . . .I was married," she began.
"You were married?" asked Joey stunned.
"Yes. . I was only eighteen. He beat me Joey. I still have scars. It was a nightmare. I guess I just had a flashback," she said, wiping her eyes.
"What happened?"
"He died. He was hit by a garbage truck. I went to school, graduated, and I live with my mother now." She pressed her face into his chest.
"When did he die?"
"Two years ago. I was twenty. I have strong feelings for you, Joey, and if you don't return those feelings. . . .I don't want this marriage to turn out like my last." Joey held her against his chest.
"It won't turn out like that Seville. I would never hit anyone. Especially a woman," said Joey passionately. He tilted her face up to his and gazed deep into her beautiful brown eyes. He bent his lips to hers.
At first the kiss was soft, like a gentle spring rain, but soon it had deepened to a passionate tempest. His lips traveled over her lips and neck, gently biting at her skin.
"Joey?" asked Seville, patting his head, to get his attention.
"Mmmmm?" he mumbled, his mouth at her throat.
"Did you just bite me?"
"Yeah I guess I did," he admitted. Blushing he asked her, "You didn't like it did you?" He pouted slightly.
"No. . . .I liked it. No one's ever done that to me before," she said.
"Good. Maybe we could discover some other things that you've never done before," he smiled wickedly. She smiled shyly back and twined her arms around his neck.
Joey scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the casino. It was like in the Body Guard, when Kevin Costner picked up Whitney Houston. Or like in Gone With the Wind, when Rhett carried Scarlet up the stairs.
Joey carried Seville to the front desk. The woman standing there looked at them like they were crazy.
"Can I help you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"We'd like the honeymoon suit please!" said Joey loudly. All the people in the lobby turned to stare at them. Seville giggled.
"Sir, the honeymoon suite costs more than you could comprehend I'm sure," said the woman, taking in their jeans and sweatshirts.
"I have more money than you think," said Joey. He flashed the woman his wallet and she handed him a key.
"Enjoy the suite sir!" she called after them. They took the elevator and mindless of the stares and disapproving glances they were receiving, kissed all the way to their floor.
They stepped off the elevator and Joey put her down. He looked down both ends of the hallway to see where he was going. He picked her up and carried her to a pair of huge, gilded doors. He unlocked it and slammed it shut behind him with his foot.
*****
"I had to carry you over the threshooooooly shit!" exclaimed Joey, dropping her. Seville expected to land on a hard floor but she landed in a pile of clouds.
She looked around. And she thought that the room she was staying in was tacky! This room had a fluffy faux bearskin rug that reached up to her ankles, a red velvet couch, silk and satin pillows all over, and black light posters on the walls that depicted lewd acts. And she hadn't even seen the bedroom yet!
Joey was standing there with a shocked expression on his face. He looked ridiculous. Ridiculous but adorable. Seville stood up.
"I'm gonna go look at the bedroom!" she said, bounding away. Her laugh brought Joey running to her side.
The bedroom was even worse than the main room. The bed had to be at least the size of three king size beds pushed together and had a huge mirrored canopy. It was piled with silk and satin sheets and was rolling slightly.
"Wow! It's a waterbed!" said Joey, leaping upon it. It created waves, like a mini contained ocean. "I've always wanted one! We have to get one!" Seville laughed and crawled on the bed next to Joey.
He pulled her next to him and kissed her passionately. His hands traveled over her body, stopping to kneed her breasts and mold her buttocks to his hands.
His hands inched under her sweatshirt and he trailed his fingers lightly over her skin. He cupped her breasts in his palms and she moaned into his kiss.
He lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. Seville nervously plucked at the fabric of his shirt.
"I feel so naked," she whispered. Joey's fingers stopped circling her nipple.
"What do you suggest we do about that?" he asked. She pointed to his shirt and he pulled it off and pulled her against him. She could feel the heat of his chest against hers and the wondrous sensation of bare flesh against bare flesh.
He was so much bigger than her. She should have felt powerless beneath him but she didn't. She felt powerful, like she had a certain control over her husband.
His lips never leaving hers Joey pushed his pants and underwear off. Seville could feel the throbbing hardness of his manhood pressed against her thigh. His hands inched down, testing her moist warmth. He parted her legs with one of his thighs and pushed into her. Seville could feel him stretching her deliciously.
"Oh," she moaned against his lips. He lay still inside of her for a moment before beginning to move. He began to rock back and forth on the water bed, thrusting in and out. Slowly at first but then quicker.
Seville clasped her hands around his back and lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. He was plundering her mouth gently, and Seville imagined his tongue on other areas of her body. The thought of being consumed by Joey wasn't frightening, it was exhilarating.
Joey drove so deep that it took her breath away and then he shuddered inside of her. Seville could feel his completion shooting through her. He rested ontop of her a moment before rolling off, but he kept Seville tightly clasped in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
"For what?" she asked breathlessly.
"I should have made it better for you, I was selfish. I just couldn't wait," he said embarrassed.
"Never apologize Joey," she whispered, kissing him fervently. "It was the most wonderful moment in my lifetime." He sighed contentedly and cradled her against his chest. She sighed and drifted off to sleep, in the arms of the man she loved.
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