Angel's Smile

by The Fiction Mistress



Richie smiled gratefully at Jon as he handed him a cup of steaming black coffee. “Thanks, man.”

“Not a problem,” Jon grinned, taking in his friend’s pensive expression. “You still sure you wanna go through with this?”

Richie took his first sip of caffeine and relaxed, his expression smoothing. “Never been more sure of anything. This ain’t like last time.”

“I know. She’s a great girl. And it’s normal to have the jitters on your wedding day.”

Wondering if Lainey was having the same butterflies, Richie grinned. “As soon as I see her I’ll be fine.”

Jon walked over and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder. “Alright, I’m gonna go get ready. Call me if you need anything old man.”

“I think I can manage to dress myself Kidd.” Richie took his coffee and walked out onto his suite’s balcony overlooking the beach where in just a few hours he’d be taking vows for the second time in his life. His expression sobered momentarily as he considered the outcome of the first time, but then remembered his gorgeous blonde daughter who would be serving as a junior bridesmaid in this very untraditional “event.”

Lainey didn’t even want to call it a ceremony. She had insisted on a civil service on the beach where they had fallen in love, with just a few close family and friends in attendance. Out of respect for his faith and for his mother, she had agreed to allow a priest to bless the union afterwards, but that was the only remotely religious aspect of the day. Shaking his head with a smile, he realized for probably the thousandth time that it was one of the things he loved most about her. She didn’t bow to pressure from anyone – not even him.

He finished his coffee and walked back inside. The sun was beginning its ascent up the azure sky, and in just a couple of hours, he’d once more be a married man. He grinned at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as his robe fell to the floor. Lainey had given him very strict instructions on exactly what to wear, how she wanted his hair, even how much stubble she wanted him to leave. But he was more than happy to do whatever was necessary to please her.

After taking a hot shower and grooming himself to her exact specifications, he opened the door to the suite’s walk-in closet. There was no tuxedo waiting for him – nothing fancy. Instead, the outfit she had selected for him was a simple pair of black pants with a thin white linen shirt. He slipped into his clothes, leaving the top few buttons undone on his shirt to offer a glimpse of tan chest, then sat to pull on his boots, wondering what she was doing at that moment.

While she had been very specific with her instructions on what he should wear, she had been secretive about her own attire, and he couldn’t wait to see her. He hoped she’d be in a dress as untraditional as she was. That was what had attracted him to her all along.

A soft knock at the door echoed through the suite and Richie opened it to find Jon, his best man, waiting on the other side with a huge smile. “Just saw your lady,” he said, walking in with a clear plastic florist’s box containing their boutonnieres in his hand. “And she’s looking HOT.”

“Well of course she is,” Richie replied with an easy chuckle as Jon handed him the box.

“She wants to know if you’ve changed your mind yet.”

“She knows better than that,” Richie said, moving to a mirror in the foyer and pulling the pearl stick pin from the stem of the pale peach rose that would complete his outfit. “Where does this thing go, man?”

“Fuck if I know. I think it’s supposed to be on the right though.” Jon moved in front of his friend, grimacing at his reflection in the mirror as he adjusted his own boutonniere.

“Those your pants?” Richie eyed his light tan linen pants critically. “Why are we different?”

“Because I’m assuming Lainey wants you to stand out from me. Like that could ever be a problem Freakzilla.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Richie said, rolling his eyes but then focusing his concentration on getting the rose perfectly positioned.

“Ok, you ready?” Jon asked, turning to inspect his friend from head to toe.

“More ready than you can imagine,” Richie said emphatically. And it was true, he was ready for it all to be over with so he could take her in his arms for the first time as his wife.

Less than an hour later, he was standing on the beach with Jon on one side and a justice of the peace on the other. The sky was a brilliant blue and it was a perfect day, not too hot and not too cool. He paused to take in the surroundings, committing everything to memory. He knew it would be a day he would never forget.

A few simple white wooden folding chairs had been set up on the beach. His mother was sitting in one nearly right in front of him, smiling her encouragement. The other guys were there with their dates. Lainey’s mother and a few of her friends were there as well. Thankfully, her sister had gotten ill at the last minute and hadn’t been able to make the trip overseas from Scotland. Richie couldn’t say he was disappointed. He still wasn’t sure how two such complete opposites could be siblings.

His thoughts were interrupted as Jon picked up his guitar at a signal from Lainey’s friend, Diane, standing at the edge of a white tent several meters away. He began to softly play and Richie beamed with pride when he saw Ava, looking incredibly grown-up in a light peach silk sundress with her long blonde hair pulled up in a very sophisticated up-do. Swallowing hard, he realized that his little girl was growing up right before his eyes, and he was thankful that he would now have Lainey to share in that joy.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she walked down the aisle in the sand toward her father with Diane following, wearing a more grown-up version of Ava’s sundress in a slightly deeper shade. They took their places on the other side of the justice of the peace, and then he saw his bride for the first time.

Lainey’s father could only be described as beaming as he proudly began the short journey down the makeshift aisle with his daughter on his arm, but Richie only had eyes for Lainey.

His throat clogged with emotion as his gaze swept over her, from the elegant lines of her champagne-colored gown to her stylish chignon, marveling at the fact that this woman was going to be his wife in just a few short minutes.

When she made it to his side, she smiled up at him and whispered, “You didn’t change your mind.”

“Not a freaking chance in hell, baby,” he replied, grinning as he took her hand from her father and closed both of his big palms over hers.

Moments later, it was done, and the priest who had been standing inconspicuously to the side came forward to offer a brief blessing.

Jon couldn’t help but smile at the enormous grin on Richie’s face and leaned forward to whisper, “You done good, man.”

The reception was a simple affair on the beach that the resort had closed to all but the wedding guests. Tables were laden with food, wine and champagne began to flow, and an acoustic ensemble played by a small dance floor.

Lainey hadn’t wanted big, fancy, or fussy, and Richie realized that she had created the perfect blend of their favorite foods, their favorite music, and their favorite people to celebrate their happiness.

The happy couple sat to the side, quietly enjoying the afternoon with Richie’s arm hanging lightly around Lainey’s slim shoulders. Her lips turned up in amusement as she watched Ava spinning around the dance floor. “She’s so beautiful, Richie.”

“And she loves you to death, sweetheart. She told me last night she was so happy to have a step-mom as cool as you.”

They danced, they laughed, they toasted, and before anyone knew it, the afternoon was nearly over and the sun was rapidly descending toward the horizon. Richie leaned forward, lightly stroking her bare shoulder with a gentle fingertip. “You know what time it is, don’t you sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Finally,” she replied emphatically. “I’ve been waiting all day to have some alone time with you.”

Richie stood and signaled to Jon to get the other guests quiet. “Family and friends, Lainey and I are so glad you could be here for our special day. We met here on this beach, and it was the perfect way to celebrate our love, to bring you all here, together with us, as we start our life together as a married couple.”

There was a smattering of light applause as everyone raised their glasses at Richie’s cue. Taking Lainey by the hand, he swept her onto the dance floor, his eyes never leaving hers. “I figure we’ve got exactly ten minutes before I can get you alone. Let’s just finish this dance, cut the cake, smile, say our goodbyes…”

“And then you’re all mine, big boy,” she finished for him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Richie chuckled softly. “Who would have ever believed that just a few short months ago you were such an innocent angel?”

Lainey gasped as if she was offended, but he could see the laughter lurking in her eyes. “And what am I now?”

“Still an angel, but an insatiable one.”

Lainey winked coyly. “You got that right. And just wait til you see what I have in store for you tonight.”

Richie leaned in close, his words for her ears only. “Do you have a special wedding gift for me, Angel?” His warm breath insinuated its way into her ear and she couldn’t repress a slight shiver.

“Indeed I do, but you’ll have to wait to see what it is.”

With his broad palm against her lower back, he pulled her as close as possible, so she could feel exactly how aroused he was. “Don’t make me wait too long, baby.”

A small smile lingered on her lips as she stared at the expanse of tan chest visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.

As promised, they finished their obligatory dance and cut the cake, and while Lainey made a valiant effort to smear just a bit of white icing on his tan cheek, Richie grabbed her wrist at the last moment. “Don’t make me spank you, sweet Angel.”

“Promises, promises,” she retorted with a wicked smile on her face as she plunged her thumb into her mouth and sucked forcefully to remove the icing as she pulled it back out.

Richie’s eyes lingered on those luscious full lips. “Evil, evil woman,” he whispered under his breath, then groaned as she moved to stand in front of him for a photo and pressed her bottom enticingly against his growing arousal.

At that moment, he knew she was hell-bent on teasing him until he could get her alone, so he quickly ushered her over to say goodnight to her parents and friends while he pressed a loving kiss to his mother’s cheek and gave Ava an enormous bear hug.

“So I’m guessing we won’t be seeing the two of you again tonight,” Jon said with a knowing smile and a wink.

“That would be a no,” Richie said, laughing as he guided his bride away from the reception.

Once the elevator doors closed as they made their way to their suite, Richie placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, his eyes filled with happiness. “Can you believe we did it?”

“No,” she admitted honestly. “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Well, in just a few minutes, I’ll prove that you’re not,” he promised, guiding her into the private corridor leading to the Honeymoon Suite.

Angel gasped when he opened the door. To say the suite was opulent was a gross understatement. It was easily larger than the house she had grown up in, yet still felt welcoming. The cool marble floors were covered with elegant Persian rugs. Lavish but tasteful furnishings filled each of the rooms, including a dining room large enough to seat 16, but set for only two. She was drawn though to the breathtaking panoramic views of the ocean from the balcony.

“Oh my God, Richie,” she breathed, letting the ocean breeze kiss her face. “This is just beautiful.”

After handing her a flute of champagne, he pulled her back against his chest and encircled her waist with his arm, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder. “I know,” he said softly. “Wait til you see the balcony off the master bedroom. It has a Jacuzzi.”

“Well what the hell are we waiting for?” Angel grinned. She had gotten a late start enjoying the pleasures of the flesh and wasn’t willing to waste any more time.

“You know, patience is a virtue, Mrs. Sambora,” he chuckled, allowing her to lead him back into the suite by the hand.

His comment made her stop and she turned back to him, her fingers pressed to her lips. “Oh my God. That’s who I am now…”

“Yes,” he nodded gravely, pulling her into his embrace, “but more importantly, you’re my Angel.”

His lips lowered to hers and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the delicious width of his shoulders as he seemed to surround her, making her feel very small, yet very safe and secure.

His hands shook as he gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered, his long fingers deftly finding the pins holding her hair up and removing them one by one. She winced slightly from having her thick hair up for so many hours as it finally tumbled around her shoulders and down her back. Pulling her close against him, he rested his chin lightly on the top of her head and buried his hands in her hair, slowly combing through it with his fingers.

“I don’t know why you women go through all that,” he whispered as he soothed her scalp, tracing light circles.

“Because we like to look good for our men,” she replied softly, her eyes closed, her cheek pressed against his hard chest, just enjoying the moment and the feeling of his hands softly gliding through her hair.

“Darlin’, you always look good to me, no matter what,” he replied.

At that moment, there was a discreet knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” she asked, still not moving away from him because she was far too content to worry about whomever was foolish enough to interrupt them on their wedding night.

“Stay right here,” he whispered, “I had some food delivered from the reception. You barely ate a thing…and you’re gonna be needing your strength…’

“I’m just going to go change,” she said dreamily, completely relaxed.

“But…wait…” The knock sounded louder and she disappeared into the master bedroom. He had wanted to undress her, to revel in her luscious figure as he slowly removed each garment. Biting back a curse, he let the catering staff in and stood impatiently by as they set up an elaborate spread in the suite’s dining room.

He offered them a generous tip and swept them out the door as quickly as possible, anxious to get back to Angel. In the suite, he discovered her gown lying gently across a side chair, her shoes on the floor next to it. He lifted the dress and didn’t find any lingerie, so he hoped he wasn’t too late.

“Angel, darlin’, can I come in?” he asked, knocking gently on the door to the master bathroom.

“I was just about to take a shower, wash some of this sand off,” she called.

Quickly opening the door, he admired the picture she made. Her head was bent and her arms were raised as she looped her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled it through. The perfection of her creamy skin was complimented by sheer white lace panties and a strapless bustier. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he drew her to him, admiring her fair skin against his darker complexion in the mirror. “How did I ever get this lucky?” he murmured into her hair, cupping her bottom with his hands as he pressed her firmly against his persistent erection.

“You must have been born under a lucky star,” Angel said with a grin. “Are you planning to shower with me or leave me to my own devices?”

“Honey, I don’t think you’re ever gonna shower alone again,” he whispered hotly against her cheek, lifting her just slightly so that she could feel the pulsating hardness trapped between them. “But I have a different idea.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her out to the balcony. The sun had set and the sky was turning a deep indigo, full of shimmering stars, with a full moon shining overhead. Because of the balcony’s position on the corner of the building, they had complete privacy. After seating her on one of the cushioned chaises, he turned on the jacuzzi’s taps and poured a generous amount of lavender scented oil into the warm water. He quickly produced a lighter stick and soon the entire balcony was bathed in candlelight from several glass votives and hurricane lanterns set up on every flat surface.

“You certainly know how to set a scene, Mr. Sambora,” she said coyly.

“Only the best for you Mrs. Sambora,” he replied. Once he was satisfied, he pulled her up to stand in front of him, his large hands creeping around her waist to unfasten her bustier as her delicate fingers unbuttoned his shirt. “I just never get tired of saying that.”

She smiled as she pushed the garment off his broad shoulders, lost in the perfection of his lean, tan muscles. “I never get tired of hearing you say it,” she whispered.

When her breasts were bare, he glanced down and shook his head. “God, I don’t deserve you honey.”

In response, she knelt before him, gently tracing the outline of his erection through the fine linen fabric of his pants. He stiffened, wanting to take her at that moment and bury himself inside her, but willing to bear this exquisite torture.

She eased carefully eased his pants up and over his throbbing cock and let them fall to the floor. “Sometimes I feel the same way…like I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing him. “But then I remember how perfectly made we are for each other, as if we were created for each other…”

He sucked in his breath as her lips gently closed around him, taking him as far as she could inside her mouth and slowly moving back and forth, her tongue teasing the underside with each stroke.

“Fuck…baby…stop…not like this…” He spoke through gritted teeth as if he were in pain. Finally, when he couldn’t take any more, he grabbed her shoulders, fervently murmuring “enough” as he pulled her to her feet. “No more waiting Angel. I need to feel you.”

He gently slid her panties down her hips and pulled her into the Jacuzzi after him. Leaning back against the cool marble, he drew her down against him, smiling as she instinctively placed her knees on either side of his hips and positioned herself over him.

With his hand firmly around her waist, his eyes glittered black as the night as she slowly, inch by inch, lowered herself onto his swollen cock. He shook his head, remembering exactly how innocent she was just a few months earlier as she began to undulate against him, a low growl coming from his chest. Somehow, she seemed to know exactly how to move, exactly what turned him on the most. “God, you are such a quick learner.”

“I have a good teacher,” she said wickedly, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning forward to press her breasts into his face.

“Hopefully I can keep up with my best student,” he replied, his big hands cupping her ass as he pulled her harder against him with each downward stroke, enjoying her soft little moans as the warm water swirled around them.

For all her teasing and wicked words, he knew her body as well as she knew his. Within minutes she was breathing like she was getting close, her pupils dilated with lust, her soft moans driving him crazy. “That’s it baby. Come for me,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers as she bit her lip and worked his cock inside her dripping pussy.

At that moment, he reached down between them and brushed his thumb lightly across her clit twice, then down it once, and she collapsed, spasming around him. He came with a shout, his arms instinctively surrounding her as he pulled her close, pulsing endlessly inside her welcoming warmth.

When he finally began to regain some semblance of control over his breathing, he looked around, wanting to commit everything to memory…the beautiful night sky, the crashing of the waves in the distance, and his wife draped across his body.

“I love you Mrs. Sambora.”

“I love you too Richie,” she replied, resting contently on his chest.