by Amy Brent
“Sarah Williams, there isn’t another moment that I want to spend with you that harbors the risk of me losing you. I don’t want to live another second of my life wondering if you’ll be there when I wake up. From the moment I first told you I loved you, I knew I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sarah… my beloved moon and stars… will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tears rushed down my face as I slowly sank to my knees. His eyes were hooked onto mine as my hands cupped his cheeks. I scooted toward him, feeling his hands settle on my hips, but the moment my lips meet his, I felt his arms wrap around my back.
The crowd held onto their breaths as I pulled back and smiled.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I will marry you, Mason Baker.”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. I buried my face in my hands while he pulled me back against his body, shielding me from the commotion as he landed kiss after kiss on my neck. I heard waiters and waitresses filing in with trays of food as everyone sat down in their respective seats, but I stayed where I was, kneeling on the ground with the only man I’d ever loved while he held me tightly in his grasp.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” I said, whispering.
“Then why don’t we get you some food?”
“My God, I can’t believe I looked like this while you proposed to me.”
His finger crooked underneath my chin and raised my gaze to his before we slowly stood to our feet.
“There is nothing about this moment that isn’t perfect. Including what you’re wearing,” he said. “But, if you really care about it, there’s a dress I picked out for you in the restroom if you’d like to go change.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I scurried off to the bathroom to get changed, but as I pulled all the clothes from my body, I heard the door to the bathroom open.
Then, I heard it close.
Then, I heard it lock.
I smirked as the bathroom stall door slowly swung open. Mason was staring at me hotly, his eyes taking in my naked form as his bowtie sat undone around his neck. His hands undid the buckle of his belt while his eyes devoured my naked skin, and soon, I was being hiked up the wall with his thrusts into my body while I tried to muffle my moans into his tuxedo jacket.
My body ached for him, and his cock throbbed against my walls. My legs clung to him tighter than they’d ever had before. Our lips were everywhere while my hands mangled his hair, and I could feel us quickly approaching our end as I coated his cock with my juices.
We came together, swallowing each other’s groans as his cock filled me to the brim with his thick spurts of cum. He held me there, pinned between himself and the wall, his lips trailing down along my neck. He kissed, and he sucked, allowing me time to catch my breath before I got my feet back on the floor.
“Well that was familiar,” I said, grinning.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.
“I always enjoy giving my body over to you,” I said.
“Do you think they miss us out there?” he asked.
“I think they’ll eventually notice both of us are gone,” I said, giggling.
“Are you happy?” he asked. “Really, truly happy?”
I looked up into his eyes and saw the doubt still swimming around in them. After a year’s worth of press, of resituating our lives, of rekindling relationships with family members and of blossoming both our businesses, he was still hesitant about the decisions he was making.
Like at any moment, I’d walk out that door and never come back.
“There isn’t a word in any language spoken on this earth that encompasses how happy I am with you,” I said.
The smile that bloomed across his cheeks was one I would remember for the rest of my life.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m extremely hungry,” I said.
“Just make sure you save room for dessert,” he said, winking.
“Oh, Mason. You should know me by now,” I said as my hand reached down and cupped his sopping wet cock.
“I always have room for dessert.”
The groan that left his lips was nothing short of salacious, and my touch would leave a memory for him that would follow him all through dinner. We pieced ourselves back together and went to sit down, savoring the food we once had during that infamous day when the world found out about us.
They knew we loved one another before even we did, and as we shared in the joy of our next step with everyone we loved, I thought about how things always come full circle.
His mother laughing at his side. Emma giggling at mine. Our friends and family members enjoying the best French food in Dallas while we celebrated a future we had yet to carve out for ourselves. I took the hand of the woman who was going to be my new co-host and the hand of the man I’d pledged myself to, and I brought them both to my lips for a kiss.
A kiss that conveyed more thanks and more love than I could’ve ever spoken to them.
I finally had the family I’d always wanted, and somehow, I knew things were going to be all right.
The End
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