Chapter 30
Twenty thousand spectators jammed Queen's Park Savannah to watch the wedding procession as it made its way from the Royal Botanical Gardens, through the streets of Port of Spain to the Hilton Inn, where the reception was scheduled to take place. It was a warm January day. White, billowy clouds danced across the tropical sky, providing an intermittent reprieve from the hot sun. Hundreds of snow white cranes, resting on the lawn along Queen Elizabeth Avenue suddenly ascended in unison, forming the image of an angel ascending into the heavens. Five ivory limousines carried the bride and groom, the Prime Minister, family and honored guests to the reception at the Hilton's famous Flamingo Room.
It was to be the most spectacular wedding in Trinidad's history. Not only had the marriage of Kevin Wells to Deviane Shah captured the imagination of the citizens of Trinidad, but it was carried live via satellite to the United States, where millions of Americans watched with tearful joy as America's newest hero wedded a West Indies goddess. It was, without doubt, the wedding of the decade, comparable to the best of the royal weddings of Great Britain.
The Prime Minister and Anila stood in the long reception line, soaking up the compliments and accolades of the elite of Trinidad as well as the many foreign dignitaries and representatives from nations all over the world. In just a short six months, the government of Prime Minister Ahmad Shah had come from the brink of collapse to being the most stable government in the West Indies.
During that time a Caribbean Free Trade Agreement had finally been adopted by a majority of the Caribbean nations and was already creating a flurry of economic activity between the United States and Trinidad in anticipation of huge oil exports. As a result, the Trinidad stock market surged ahead eighteen percent in the final quarter of the year. Economists were predicting a banner year for exports, a huge influx of cash into the poor nation and a significant reduction in Trinidad's traditionally high unemployment rate.
Kevin and Deviane Wells took to the dance floor, much to the delight of their guests. To many, they were a blissful aberration in a decadent society. Hopefully, they were a sign that the pendulum of social morality had reached its zenith on the side of iniquity and was destined to swing back, towards honesty and decency. As the orchestra played, Kevin and Deviane glided across the floor, gazing into each other's love-filled eyes, together emitting an enchanting radiance that brought tears of joy to nearly every spectator's eyes.
When the time had come for the reception to conclude, Kevin and Deviane bid their farewell and took the elevator to the seventh floor. They held hands as they rushed down the hall to the honeymoon suite. Kevin unlocked the door and pushed it open. Then he turned, lifted Deviane up and carried her over the threshold, all the way to the magnificent canopy bed. He dropped her gently onto the mattress and then fell upon her, smothering her with joyful kisses. She laughed and then pushed him away.
"Kevin, let me change before you ravish my body."
"But I can't wait!"
"You've waited this long, you can wait five more minutes, you crazy boy."
"Okay, but hurry. I'm in utter agony."
"I'm going to change in the bathroom. Your suitcase is in the closet. Wear the silk pajamas my mother gave you as a wedding present. I picked them out especially for tonight."
"Okay, hurry up."
Kevin went to the closet and found the pajamas. He ripped off his tuxedo and threw it on a chair. He looked in the mirror at his naked body, wondering if it would excite Deviane. Then he pulled on the silk pajama bottoms and climbed onto the bed. He listened intently to Deviane in the bathroom, working diligently to prepare herself for their lovemaking. Curiosity overcame him, so he slid off the bed and moved quietly to the bathroom door. It was cracked slightly. He peered inside at Deviane sitting naked before the mirror. Mesmerized by Deviane's inviolate body, Kevin held his breath to avoid detection. Finally, he retreated to the bed and collapsed on the mattress, hardly able to restrain himself from rushing in after her. Deviane finally appeared in a long, white, sheer gown.
Kevin’s eyes widened as she got closer and he saw the silhouette of her body beneath her gown. His heart began to beat like the rhythm of a pan band. As she inched closer and closer, he became so aroused, he cringed in carnal pain.
Deviane gazed upon Kevin's naked torso as she crept toward him. Her eyes moved from his handsome face, down his muscular chest to his flat stomach. She smiled as she noticed the large bulge in his silk pajamas.
When they first touched, an electric charge jolted them. Kevin pulled Deviane down on the bed and began to caress her breasts while they kissed with a passion and fury as powerful as a summer hurricane. Their long suppressed lust for one another propelled them into a sexual frenzy neither could contain. For hours, they explored every inch of each other's body, reveling in feelings and joys they had never before experienced.
When they finally surrendered to exhaustion, it was well past midnight. Their naked bodies inextricably intertwined, they slept in peaceful silence until dawn. As the first ray of sunlight shone through the thick hotel drapes, Kevin became conscious of the hot body snuggled up next to him. He smiled as the memory of the previous evening danced through his mind. He waited impatiently for his bride to awake for another round of carnal delight. Finally, Deviane began to stir. She picked her head up from his chest, opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Oh, it's you! I couldn't remember who I was sleeping with," Deviane said and then laid her head back on his chest.
"Ah!" Kevin replied and then ran his hand along her buttocks and gave her good pinch.
"Ouch!" she screeched as she sat up and began to laugh.
Kevin grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
"Come here, show me number 11 again."
Deviane resisted briefly and then began to crawl on top of Kevin like a lioness preparing to devour her prey. Kevin eyed her warily as she dipped her head down next to his ear and sank her teeth gently into his neck."
"Ohhh, God! Yeah. . . .”
THE STAN TURNER MYSTERIES
by William Manchee
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