And I feel at peace knowing my life is going to be so perfect because we’ll be together always.
And I feel so proud that he’s my man, mine and mine alone.
“My angel in her white dress,” he says as he looks at me and I remove the bow tie from around his neck as he pushes my dress off my shoulder before kissing it gently.
I unbutton his coat as he moves in closer kissing my neck before taking my hair in his hand and gently moving it to the side so more of my skin is exposed and available for his lips to caress.
And caress he does. It’s incredible that such a big man, one well over six feet likely pushing six and a half feet, is able to be so gentle with me, but somehow he is.
Once his jacket is off I work on the buttons of his shirt as his lips work on my exposed collarbone.
It’s an amazing double enjoyment, knowing I’m unwrapping my gift of muscles while he’s kissing me in all the right spots. And as my hands move across his buttons I can’t help but notice that giant rock on my hand which keeps catching my eye.
He’s a very unassuming kind of guy who doesn’t try to attract attention to himself, but wow…is this diamond ever noticeable. And I know why. He wants everyone to know I belong to him and to stay away.
I pull myself up closer to his body and kiss his neck hard before dropping back down onto the bed. Something inside me came to life…a possessive feeling to mark him as he’s marked me. It’s juvenile, but the first thought that came to mind was to give him a hickey. Luckily I only gave him an aggressive kiss, but I know I’m going to be digging my nails into his back later when our love making climaxes.
I hear his heavy breathing in my ear as I finish with his shirt before grabbing it and pulling it up and out of his trousers.
He slides off the side of the bed keeping his one hand wrapped around mine as he uses his other to quickly and expertly remove the rest of his tuxedo until he’s on full display for me.
“Now your turn angel,” he says. I lean forward on the bed and swing my legs around and prepare to undress.
“Not there. By the window. I want you backlit by the moonlight like the angel that your are. You truly are heavenly,” he says.
I stand up and look at the passion in his eyes and see that he means every word. He really does hold me up, putting me on a pedestal, and he sees me as something more special than anything in the world. He sure knows how to make me feel loved, and part of that starts with his words…which are always so flattering, kind, and uplifting.
I release his hand and move towards the window, giving him time to lie on the bed as his eyes track me moving across the room.
“I don’t know what’s more beautiful,” he says.
“What? Me or my dress?” I ask. “And thank you by the way. I absolutely love it.”
“The dress is beautiful, without a doubt, but I was thinking of something else.”
“Something else?” I ask raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Yes. You in your dress now or you at sunset. Either way though it’s you and it’s always going to be you. You when you’re resting in my arms after we make love. You when we’re cuddled up on the couch watching movies. You when we’re in the kitchen making dinner in our bare feet…and I’ll probably overcook it by the way so I’m definitely going to need a lot of help in that regard.”
I laugh and he smiles. “I’ve got you covered in the kitchen,” I say.
“You in the summer in your swimsuit on the tropical beaches we’ll visit. You in the winter at the ski resorts where we’ll go to and enjoy some winter activities and then keep warm with hot chocolate and kisses,” he continues. “You…anytime and anyplace. Always. It always comes back to you. You’re my everything.”
“And you’re mine,” I say.
I reach down and grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up entirely over my head. So much for zippers. It may not look elegant, but I know it turns him on, and I manage to do it in one clean motion.
“Oh my god. Your body in those red high heels and that rock on your hand that tells everyone you’re mine,” he says. “You know how fast my heart is beating right now?”
“Almost as fast as mine, but then again I think I quit breathing the moment I opened that door and saw you in that tux holding this lovely engagement ring,” I say admiring it yet again.
“How about we both admire it…from over here in the bed,” he says.
I strut over to the bed and I’m not sure why but I leave the heels on. They just make me feel taller, more powerful, and sexier.
And of course beautiful. And I want to feel more beautiful right now than I ever have and thanks to him and his gifts I am.
I put my knees on the bed and he offers me his hand to help me climb on, but just as I’m getting on the bed he spins me onto my back and mounts me.
“Oh!” I say. “Be careful. I’ve got swords on each of my feet.”
“Those?” he says looking at my heels. “I’ve got the only sword we need right here,” he says grabbing his cock firmly. “And not in a violent way as in you’re making me feel like a knight in shining armor right now. Your king.”
“You are,” I say as he leans in and our mouths meet.
“Are you ready to be my queen?”
“Yes,” I say softly.
“Forever?”
“And always.”
“You know how much I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”
“Yes. As much as I’ve wanted you,” I say as his finger slowly drags down the center of my body before coming back up as he cups my breast in one hand and his mouth crashes down on the other causing my back to arch and my head to fall back deeper into the pillow.
His other hand finds my thigh and he caresses it up and then down causing my foot to move back before the heel catches, but he seemingly anticipates it as his hand slides lower onto my calf and he wraps my leg around his back.
His other hand comes off my breast and he does the same with my other heel, before he leans back and takes each heel in his hand and stares down at me.
“God you look so sexy underneath me.”
“And you look so powerful and sexy above me. So dominating, but I know that’s not exactly what this is about.”
“Not now. This is about connecting, about us, about our future. About filling you with my seed and showing the world you’re mine in another way…by making that belly grow with my child.”
“I want that,” I say.
“And you’ll have it time and time again for as long as we’re alive,” he says.
He’s so healthy and fit and full of energy I can literally imagine him being viral forever and to know he wants to mate with me as long as we can makes me know he’s going to find me attractive even after my first or fifth child…or more. And maybe even over fifty years. But fifty years starts with tonight. With now.
“I want you inside me,” I say.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready,” I say.
I feel the head of his cock move through my folds and realize he’s so damn close, but he doesn’t quite enter me. I flex my thighs and try and will my hips forward sending him into me when I feel the head of his cock split my folds a second time.
“Please, I need you inside me now,” I whimper reaching out for him but only getting fistfuls of air.
“Put your arms around me,” he says as he leans in closer.
“I can’t connect them. You’re back is too wide.” He leans in more. “Almost,” I say.
“Just hold on. Dig in with your grip as much as you need to.”
“I might leave marks.”
“I want you to mark me. I want to feel your passion,” he says.
“Okay,” I say.
“Just one more thing,” he says.
“Anything. Tell me.”
He pauses as his eyes narrow even more. “I love you,” he says and immediately I feel his cock enter me causing my mouth to open and eyes to open wide and my torso to straighten as I feel h
is cock along my walls for the first time…and it’s everything I thought it would be and more.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Perfect. I want more. Lots more.”
“I’ll go slow and open you up. Stop me if anything doesn’t feel right or good.”
“Okay,” I say.
“But damn you feel so incredible I might lose control and I might not last long.”
“I don’t care. I want you to come inside me. I want that. I want to feel that. I want to know you’re so turned on by me that I made that happen, whether it takes one second or one hour.”
“How about somewhere in between?”
“How about all night?”
“Even better,” he says and I feel his shaft move backwards and just when it feels like the head of his cock will come out of me his hips flex and he slides right back inside providing the nerve endings lining my walls with more pleasure than I thought humanly possible.
“Oh yeah,” I moan as I start breathing like I’m running an all out sprint.
But there’s no finish line here. And no rush. This is all about the process and the enjoyment and is he ever providing pure ecstasy right now.
“Your pussy fits my cock like a glove, so perfectly. You were meant for me in every way,” he says as he moves in and out of me again.
“Right there,” I say.
“You’re so tight.”
“Because I saved myself for you. And you’re so big.”
“Because I’m so hard for you. So turned on by your perfection. So lost in feeling you and feeling your pussy feeling me.”
He’s right. I feel my pussy trying to clamp down on his cock, but it fails…every time. He’s too big and too powerful, and even with slow steady strokes there’s nothing my body can do to control his.
“Can you take more?”
“I want more,” I say. “This feels so good right now, but I know I’m going to be sore in the morning. But I don’t care one bit. There’s only one first time.”
His back arches more as his hips rock in rhythm entering me more and immediately I feel him connect with my spot.
“Right there!” I say.
I twist my hips slightly and move my hips with him getting my clit rubbed as my G-spot gets hit with every single thrust.
“Oh my god, Beau. Keep going!”
I can barely breathe when I hear him grunt and then snarl and I know he’s close, but I’m closer.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeaaaaaa…uh, uh,” I say as I feel myself climax all over his rod as my muscles tighten and my pussy latches onto him.
“I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Come in me!” I demand and he delivers as I feel the rush of his warm gift fill me as my neck tightens and my entire head spasms.
“I can feel your juices,” I say and my pussy finally gets what it wants as it milks his cock and I feel another jerk and then a release followed by a twitch and one final warmth enter me as bright lights fill my vision.
Suddenly I feel his body bounce off the mattress next to me, but his cock remains inside me.
The stars I was seeing disappear and I’m left with a view of the ceiling. I roll sideways and cuddle into him and he takes me in his arms.
“You’re still inside me.”
“You want me to pull out?”
“Never,” I say. “Not in a million years.”
“Good,” he says.
“You’re still hard.”
“Always for you.”
“But you’ll go flaccid and then need a break right?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I want you so bad it hurts. And as incredible as that felt and as sensitive as I am right now I know I’m going to stay hard for you all night long.”
“That was incredible. Wait?”
“What?”
“If you don’t pull out and we continue then technically I’m still in the process of losing my virginity right?”
“You mean presenting it to me.”
“Right,” I giggle.
“Because you’ll never be lost when I’m by your side, and I’ll always be right here. What you gave me is a gift that I’m going to remember and hold onto forever.”
I love that my first time is just as special for him as it is for me.
And technically I’m still experiencing it.
“So you’re ready to go again then?” I ask curiously. “I mean continue.”
“Just one second to catch my breath.”
“So you’re saying I took your breath away?” I say and smile. Then I kiss him on the nose.
“Always, but every time you do you give me so much more in return. And now you’re going to give me, give us, a child.”
“We should probably make sure,” I say winking.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he says as he spins me around onto my stomach and mounts me from behind slowly entering me as his hips bounce off my ass and his balls bounce off my underside.
I can already feel he’s going deeper and it feels so good.
Because deep is exactly where we are…deeply in love.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
“Like we shouldn’t ever stop,” I say biting down on the pillow and arching my ass up towards him as his hips crash into me.
It’s gonna be one helluva night.
CHAPTER 15
Beau
Late the next morning
“Where were you two?” Aaron says the minute he opens the door to his home.
“I’m sorry. And good morning,” I say.
“Good morning? I swung by Ariella’s apartment to see if everything got fixed up and there were some guys cleaning it out from a leak or something?”
“The sprinklers went off,” I say.
Ariella maneuvers past her dad and plops onto the living room couch. We tried to prepare for this on the ride over, but is there really any amount of preparing you can do for a moment like this?
I suggested that I do the talking since I’m her dad’s best friend, I’ve known him longer than she’s been alive, and I’m a man.
She insisted that she should try and work some daddy’s girl charm on him, but we both know she’s not really that kind of girl. She’s fiercely independent, as witnessed by her introversion and her desire to read books and learn more than to go out and party with people her own age.
I was the same, and in a lot of ways still am…until now.
Even though my line of work requires a lot of face time with a lot of different people I still prefer being home by myself with a good book or a good show on TV. Social events can suck energy out of me, but luckily I have more energy than I know what to do with ninety-nine percent of the time.
And right now I’m not sure what to do with this situation. Her dad is already angry, suspicious, and we haven’t told him much of anything yet.
“The sprinklers? I thought you went over to fix the futon.” He pauses. “Where were you two?”
“I decided her apartment wasn’t really habitable at the time.”
“It took a minor flood for you to figure that out?”
I’ve never seen Aaron this mad, especially not at me, which can only mean he’s already connecting the dots but is probably still in disbelief that something could happen between us.
“The flood was the starting point. And it’s my fault. But I poked around and found some more problems and I think it’s probably best if Ariella doesn’t live there anymore,” I say hoping I can ease him into this. The last thing we want is a fistfight in his living room, which I still haven’t entered yet.
“Can I come in?”
“I’m not s—. Yeah. Okay,” he says and steps aside so I can enter.
“You poked around. What does that mean?”
“It means the bathroom sink was about to explode. It means there’s probably mold in there. It means the owner is out of town on extended travel and didn’t even think about mentioning it to anyone, which
coincides with the way he’s treating that apartment…i.e. he doesn’t care about it, or your daughter, and I do.”
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