Lasting Fate

by Charisse Spiers

  He opens his palm between us, holding that little black box. I stare at it wide eyed. He opens it with the other hand. Sitting in the slit is a very familiar diamond shining brightly from the light reflecting off of it. In this second of time I've never been surer that we are connected in more ways than I will ever understand. It's the same diamond I've visualized in not one dream, but two.

  I look up at him with tear filled eyes. "Marry me, Kinzleigh. I want to be your Prince, the one that makes your dreams come true. Say you'll be mine, forever. I want to be the one standing at the end, waiting on you to walk in the room in your fluffy white dress. The next time I make love to you I want to make love to my fiancé."

  I take a breath as he says those words. He watched the video. That's the only way he could know something like that. A whole new set of emotions floods through me as I picture him asking my dad if he could marry me.

  I never wanted to be in the place that I am until I met Breyson. We're alike in that sense. Before him I didn't want to be married or to have kids. I wasn't content unless I was chasing a dream or cheerleading, but that was before. Now, I admire the relationship my parents have and the one my grandparents had. I guess that is what happens when you find the boy that changes you, and makes you see the world in color instead of black and white.

  I place my left hand out in front of me, spreading my fingers apart. "You have always been my prince, Breyson Abercrombie. When I envision myself getting to dress up like a princess for the ball, you'll always be the one waiting as I come down the stairs. I love you with everything I am, and anything short of forever is not long enough. Nothing will make me happier than to be your wife."

  He flashes that boyish grin that I fell in love with that summer on the beach and removes the ring from the little box it's nestled in before sliding it on my left ring finger; the one closest to my heart. It's the perfect fit, just like everything else between us.

  I look at the large, square diamond sitting perfectly on my finger and look up at him with a smile that matches his. "Make love to me. I've waited long enough..."

  Chapter 9

  Breyson

  She doesn't even have to ask twice. I've been waiting for this day for too long. I want to look in her eyes as I make love to her. I grab her hair in my hand, cupping the back of her head. I need to taste her again.

  I press my lips to hers, hungry for her. I've never wanted anything as much as I want her. I suck her bottom lip between mine, skimming my teeth over her skin. She moans and starts grinding against me. Damn...she's so wet.

  She slides her tongue in my mouth and I'm completely fucking done for. I probably won't even last long. It's going to be the most embarrassing shit ever. I need to get her off before I even attempt sliding my dick inside that tight, moist place, warming my cock to fucking perfection. I need to think about something else.

  I place the pad of my thumb over her pussy, dipping it inside. She tightens her muscles and I swear I feel like I could blow already. I'm wound up so tight I could burst.

  Her wetness is oozing out, coating my thumb. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet."

  I slide my thumb up through her folds, lubricating her clit. Her head rolls backward, her curly hair cascading down her back. It's longer than it's ever been, the ends meeting the small of her back. Her eyes are closed and she bites her bottom lip as I trail my tongue down her neck. She's so fucking hot. She has no idea just how much.

  I exert pressure on her clit, rubbing up and down. She looks like she's consumed with ecstasy, but she's still grinding her pussy on top of my dick, spreading her wetness along my shaft. It feels fucking insane. "You want my cock, baby?"

  She places her hands on my shoulders. I rub her faster, causing her to halt her movements. She opens her eyes. "Yes. I want you inside me. I need it," she breathes.

  "Come for me and you can have it. It's all yours, baby. Only yours."

  I increase speed again. She whimpers and her eyes begin to lose focus. She's about to come. She begins to moan, but crashes her lips to mine in an attempt to smother it.

  What I thought was wet was nothing compared to what's running down on my cock. I can't stand it anymore. I want in. I continue to kiss her roughly as I cup my hand over her ass and flip us over. She's lying on her back, wrapping her legs around my waist, and pulling me toward her.

  Bryce crosses my mind. I want to be in her bare, but we need to be more responsible. "Wait," I say against her lips. I'm trying to get my breathing under control. She looks worried as if she's done something wrong.

  Fuck, that's not my intentions.

  "I just need to ask you something. Are you on birth control? I don't want to use a condom, but I have one if I need it."

  She bites the side of her lip and nods her head. "Yes, I had an IUD put in. It's good for five years unless I have it removed before. I love Bryce, but I think it's way too soon to even think of another one." I can't help but to smile at her last sentence, because even though she is completely right, it's the point of planning a future together that has me on cloud nine constantly. This is really real, her and I...for the rest of our lives.

  I kiss her again, because I never get tired of it. Aligning my dick at her entrance, I push inside...and fuck if it isn't best feeling known in existence. Dammit she's so tight, which seems weird considering what childbirth looks like.

  I thrust until I'm as far as I can go and stop. As anxious as I am to have her this way I can't bring myself to rush. It's been too long since I've gotten to have all of her. I suppose when you live with the possibility of never getting something again it changes your perspective, and you just want to savor it when you get it.

  I slow down in the way that I kiss her, letting our tongues mingle, memorize, and express what we can't with words. I pull out slowly, but just before disconnecting completely I thrust back inside, pushing as deep as I can go.

  She places her hands on my hips, pulling me towards her with each thrust, as if she can't get me close enough. She has each heel hooked behind me, on the inside of my legs. Her tongue plays with mine at the perfect rhythm, alternating between lightly sucking, teasing, and nibbling.

  She is moaning against my mouth, her breathing climbing the longer we kiss. Placing my hand on her hip, I pull her toward me, creating an angle. I can tell the difference by the wall the head of my dick is hitting each time I bury myself inside her.

  She begins arching her back, pulling her lips free as her head extends further into the pillow, elongating her neck. I keep a steady rhythm, but make the depth of insertion harder, slamming against her G-spot, and causing her to cry out. It only feeds my need.

  I bite the lobe of her ear and trace the point of my tongue down her neck. It's too hot, wet, and tight. Each time I'm as deep in her as I can go she tightens her muscles and squeezes my dick. I can't hold out any longer. I'm about to come. I'm trying to hold it, but it's starting to hurt, so I speed up.

  I look her in the eyes. I can tell she's about to come, but I want to watch her when she does. I want to wait on her. I'll always wait for her. This girl is my addiction, my drug, and my life. Anything I have is hers. "Come with me," I whisper.

  "I'm about to."

  Her mouth drops slightly and she digs her nails into my skin at the moment she tightens around me, signaling she's letting go. Her eyes start to become glassy as if she's high. One last thrust and my cock starts to pulse, spurting my cum inside her. I'm no longer able to move.

  We both relax, but continue to stare at each other. The head of my dick is sensitive from my release, and beginning to tickle, but I don't want to pull out yet. I'm not ready to, so I ignore it.

  A tear drops from each outer corner of her eye and trails down her cheekbone. "What's wrong?"

  "I love you, Breyson. I've missed this. I've missed you. So damn much. We're bringing each other out of the dark, but in our absence I've learned to cherish the simple things. My heart is more content now than it's ever been. Even on my worse day there is no more sadn
ess. The beauty of living in the bad; you hold on when you find the good. I can't wait to start our forever. I can't wait to take your name."

  Her emotions have obviously been tampered with, sending her spiraling into a full on happy cry. If she wasn't laughing in the midst of her tears I'd be worried. "Baby...I'm here. I'll always be here from this day forward."

  I'm having difficulty not laughing. I kiss her from her forehead to her chin, and then each cheek. "I've missed you too. More than you will ever know."

  The girl that swore she'd never love anyone is crazy in love with me, and I take pride in knowing it. The best feeling in the world is knowing the person you're completely in love with is also in love with you. This feeling that I carry on a daily basis is more rare than gold and worth protecting. "I love you, Kinzleigh."

  I pull out and lay beside her on my back. She turns on her side and lays her head on my chest, throwing her top leg over mine. She starts to draw circles on my chest with her left index finger, both of us lying here silently, and just enjoying the company of each other. I'll have to remember to check the time, because everyone will be at Mims and Pops' house for her surprise party soon. I told her it was a birthday bash with just my parents and grandparents, but everyone will be here.

  My brothers and the girls didn't really leave to go back to school earlier, but I didn't want Kinzleigh to suspect anything when they have a drive. They are sacrificing sleep and being tired in their first classes of the day tomorrow, so they can be here for the surprise before they go. It's sort of our engagement party as well. Everyone was in on the surprise except her. I'm dying to see the look on her face.

  Then, if it's not too late I'm going to bring her back to our blanket I've made under the tree for a little while, just the two of us, since we're pressed for time now. It will be dark by then and the white lights should light up the pond enough to see. This is her day and I want her to remember it forever.

  Chill bumps start to sprout along her arm beneath my fingers as I rub up and down her arm. "Breyson..."

  She pulls me from my thoughts. "What, beautiful?"

  "What made you pick this ring?"

  I look over at her and she is still tracing circles on my chest, staring at the diamond on her finger. That's a weird question. "It just stuck out. Why? Do you not like it?"

  The air is starting to turn cold. She's cold. I can tell from her shaking. I reach underneath us and pull the comforter down, lifting us until I can pull it over us. She sits up, covering herself with the blanket, but looks back at me.

  "It's perfect. Truth. In fact, it's so perfect that two dreams I've had I was wearing this exact ring. I don't remember telling you about them. That's why I'm asking..."

  Her cheeks are flushed as if she's in a panic. She looks at the ring and back at me. "Tell me I told you about them and I just don't remember. There is no way you picked out the exact ring. It's just not possible..."

  Maybe she's not shaking from the temperature. Her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate says she's breathing in short, quick bursts. I just stare at her, blinking, now more confused than ever. I'm sure my face shows it. I'm laying with one arm propping up my head and I take her hand with the other. "Come lay back down. Why are you panicking? Talk to me."

  "Just tell me you knew somehow..."

  I sit up. "Knew about what? Kinzleigh, what's wrong? What are you talking about? I don't know anything about a dream. Lay back down and we'll talk."

  She's back to crying. Why the hell is she crying? I'm starting to worry. I was not anticipating this emotion today. I am about to say something, but then she grabs me by the face and pulls me into a kiss so hard we almost smack noses. Thankfully my reflexes were faster.

  She's already getting me aroused again. I've always been like that with Kinzleigh. It doesn't matter that we just had sex. She can kiss me once and I'm ready to go.

  She throws one leg over me, now straddling me. I can already tell she's ready to go as her wet pussy touches my now fully erect cock. She is acting as if she's sexually starved, taking control, and lowering herself on me completely.

  A throaty groan is the effect of the way my hormones are raging. I'm so horny right now I can't breathe, but I need to know more. "Kin- fuck," I breathe, forgetting everything including my own name as she bounces up and down on my dick, squeezing each time she comes up.

  Fuck it.

  I grab her ass in each hand, squeezing. She pushes my chest as hard as she can, pressing me flat against the mattress. Where is all of this coming from? This is hot as fuck. All I know is I like it, a lot.

  She interlaces each hand with mine, holding them down above my head. Leaning forward slightly, she begins to ride me, thrusting back and forth. She closes her eyes as she uses my body for her benefit. I swear on my life a minute of hitting against that spot deep in her pussy and she's coming on top of me. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

  I lay here and watch her ride out her orgasm, about to blow my load once again. She opens her eyes as she sits straight up, placing my hands on her breasts. She gives me a mischievous grin. "It's my turn to make you come."

  Shit...

  I watch her push up and down on my dick, slowly at first, but I can tell shit is about to real, and I'm so fucking ready.

  She begins to increase speed. I watch her as she leans back, grabbing the top of my legs for leverage, also creating an amazing view.

  She rolls her hips as she rides me, fast and hard. I squeeze her nipples between my thumb and index finger, causing her to clamp down on me. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that," I say, my voice deepening.

  "That's what I'm counting on," she breathes, but never lets up. She clamps down again as she sits down all the way and I'm done for. It feels too good. Everything stacks up in my mind, from the angle and what it feels like inside, to the look on her face, and her body from this view.

  I grab her hips in my hands and hold her down, her skin flush with mine, as I come inside her for the second time within thirty minutes. I'm fighting to catch my breath and I didn't even do anything to exert myself physically.

  With a smile on her face she tries to get off, but I hold her still. "You're going to take it all, beautiful."

  She relaxes and presses her chest to mine as she trails kisses along my shoulder. "Kinzleigh..."

  "Hmmmm?"

  "Where the fuck have you been hiding that?"

  "It's you. You make me crazy that way. I can never get enough no matter how many times I get you...and then, when I find out just how intimately you know me inside, how connected and in tune to each other we really are, it sets off triggers and I transform into this needy, completely mad woman," she says, still kissing all over my body as if she's still not finished having her way with me.

  At this rate we will be alternating between making love and fucking all night. It actually sounds like the best plan, but I know everyone is waiting. I'm still curious about these dreams, but it'll have to wait until later when we come back to our tree.

  I grab her hair in my fist, pulling it back so that I can see her face. I place my index finger over her pouty bottom lip, drawing down her chin and the front of her neck. I place a single kiss in the dip where her neck and collarbones meet. "As much as I would love to stay here all night my plans have only begun. Your birthday isn't over yet. I have something else to show you, then we will come back here to wind down and pick up where we left off before the night is over."

  "There's more?" She moans, lightly swaying with me still inside her. "You've done too much. I don't deserve all of this."

  I've created a monster, and a really hot one. I'm still semi erect from before. If she gets me ready again we will never leave. I pick her up, removing myself from her, and swiftly change positions, laying her on her back with me on top of her.

  She gives me a pouty face. "Can't we just stay here and get lost in each other? That’s what I want for my birthday. Please...."

  That is the one face that could g
et her out of murder and she knows it. Under ordinary circumstances I'd give in, but it's not just about us. There are several people giving up other things to be a part of this. I smirk. "Not a chance. As tempting as that is, beautiful, I won't let you sway my plans, not today. Try again tomorrow," I say, and nip her bottom lip."

  I get off the bed in search of my clothes. She props up on her elbows, watching me. "It's your fault, you know."

  My face is plastered with a cocky grin. "Why's that?"

  "If you want me to be able to function in everyday society you really shouldn't look so sexy. Don't blame me if I have to have my fix several times throughout the day when you're the one that gave me the drug that hooked me. Just saying..."

  "Come," I state.

  “You have to be touching me to do that.”

  I laugh and point to the space in front of me. “Here.”

  She bites her bottom lip and pushes off the bed, walking toward me. "Just so we're clear, as long as I'm your only dealer I will feed your addiction anytime you start to crave, because it feeds mine too."

  I kiss her wanting more, but deny myself. "Get dressed. It's your birthday and we have so much more to do."

  I pull my shirt over my head, now fully dressed, and start blowing out the candles spread throughout the house while she dresses. We're finally getting somewhere. I don't need to burn it down in my first attempt at real, my balls are lost, mushy romance. I won't lie, being a guy I had to dig deep for this, but the look on her face makes it completely worth it. Guys aren't wired to naturally come up with all of this romantic shit. It takes work.