48. Forty-Eight #3
“You’re everything,” he breathes. “I tried to forget you,” he confesses, his voice raw. “Tried to drink you away, to sleep you away. But you’re in every breath I take.”
His words curl into me, intoxicating and consuming.
Our bodies, soul, and heart finding each other after the storm that nearly destroyed us.
His lips find mine again as his hands grip my hips, guiding me up and down in an intoxicating rhythm that has me gasping into his mouth.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, taking him deeper, needing more.
“Sara,” he breathes, his voice breaking on my name as he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re the only one.”
“I’m never, n-ever, l-leaving you.” I moan and cry at the ecstasy I feel of loving him so fiercely.
Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building higher and higher as he fills me completely.
“Please forgive me, I fucked up… I’ll be everything you need.
” His hands everywhere at once tangling in my hair, gripping my hips, tracing the curve of my spine as he presses his lips to my throat.
“I can feel you,” he whispers against my skin, his voice ragged with desire.
“God, you’re so close. So tight for me.”
“So close, so close,” I say breathlessly, as words fail me when the pressure builds.
“Oh my God…” My thighs tremble around his waist, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I chase the release that hovers beyond reach. The sounds escaping both of us, so desperate, until we both reach climax and we hold on to each other with the promise of a lifetime.
He gasps for a breath in my chest and looks into my eyes,
“Baby… tell me, what box am I in your head?” He trails kisses up my collarbone, my neck to my lips, his hands cup my face. “What little box am I in?”
I smile breathlessly, not daring to move when feeling him still inside me burns all of my need for him.
“My forever…” I trace my thumb to his lips. “The love of my life…My twin flame.”
His eyes glistens, his lips finding mine as he gently captures my very essence and I feel him unmistakably growing harder inside me again and whispers, “husband.”
My eyes widen and my breath softly catches. “Wh—?”
“Marry me.” He moves inside me, wrapping me even closer to him, and I can’t tell if this is real. “Marry me, Sara,” he asks again with weighted lungs.
I stare into his eyes, and I’m suspended in time and wanting him to know he’s not something I need to process, I cup his face and say with no hesitation, “yes… yes.”
My body trembles as he wraps his arms around me, gently swaying my hips over him to take him deeper, hitting that very spot inside me that ignites a pleasure like no other, and I moan as he captures my sounds with a kiss.
“Yes, to me, or yes for how I make you feel when my cock is inside you?” he asks, breathless with genuine relief, as he slowly thrusts deeper and deeper, and my head lolls back from the euphoria of it all.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. For you, for this, in this life and the next. For all of it.”
He engulfs his arms around my waist, kissing my neck, and taking one of my nipples in his mouth.
“I love you.” His hands reach up the back of my head. “I love you so much.” He kisses my mouth, his tongue meets mine, and his lips satiate the millions of fireworks he makes me see.
He turns around slightly, reaching for something under the pillow, and my arms instantly wrap around him like a koala who needs its branch.
He hands me a velvet box, and when I open it, I see the most beautiful ring.
“You’ve saved me in more ways than you know,” he whispers, a tear rolling down his face and I barely have time to take a breath until the ring is on my finger, his lips are on mine and he makes love to me until I know that I have waited for this very moment my entire life.
Sunlight blinds my eyes, and I wake up naked, sore, cherished, and with a repaired heart against my fiancé…
My fixation on him is insatiable. I watch him sleep, the rays of light hitting his lashes and shadowed cheekbones… he looks peaceful.
A little too peaceful.
His breath hitches when he hits the back of my throat, his moan of surprise making me take him even deeper, my mouth wet around his cock, and I work him until he loses all control.
His hands meet the back of my head as he lays more awake and pushes me harder and harder until I swallow every drop of his release.
Grunting, his hand clasps around my hair, and deliciously pulls me to his lips, kissing me as I kiss him back with everything that belongs to me, that now belongs to him.
“Can we do this every waking morning of our married life?” He smiles content as he breaks our kiss and chuckles in pure bliss.
“Yes.” I look at him devilishly, caressing his chest.
“Starting today?”
“What do you mean, today?” I ask.
He shifts up over the headboard and brings me closer to him, the sheets wrapping around us, a cocoon I never want to leave.
“Do you think I’m going to wait another day until you become my wife?” His voice turns to gravel. My entire soul responds to this man, and I know in my heart, that there’s absolutely no other love that competes with this.
Him.