“You’ve caught me,” I whispered with the last air in my lungs.
“Then you’re mine forever,” he whispered back. I felt his shaft pulse and surge inside me… like it was writhing all on its own, impatient to have its way. “Today, tomorrow… every day after… ever last night… Promise me…”
“I do,” I answered, choking back the flood of love that swept my body and moved me of its own accord. “I promise…”
I felt his powerful arms encircle my body. He held me, supporting me, strengthening me… allowing my emotion and desire to move me. He leaned up, holding me as his heart met my heart, and hard muscle met tender, swollen breasts. His shaft formed the core of my whole being, filling me with the power of his love and the strength of our unity. Our legs wrapped in a perfect circle, and he took my mouth with his as my hips drove us on. I rode as he bucked, thrusting inside me, and filling my body. I rocked, stroking and squeezing, the need inside me growing into a sweet, sweet ache. I bit into his lip, clawing at his muscled back… crying out as he exploded inside me and I felt my climax swallowing up his thick, hot seed. I threw my head back as I surrendered, swaying on his pulsing, pounding cock. His coming was my coming, and I heard my name on his lips as I collapsed against him. There was only Chase and only me… the race had reached its end and I spilled over the length of his body, replete at last… and joined still. I rested my head against the damp heat of his chest, and listened to the steady, blissful beating of his heart. I fell asleep to its rhythm, setting my own pulse to its pace and knowing I would always keep my promise, just as he would keep his.
And as I slept in his arms that morning, I dreamed. They were long, sweet, languid dreams that came and went, like waves of mist, like whispers of truth… quickly forgotten, only later remembered…
I dreamed of a baby I didn’t yet know I carried. And I dreamed of a wedding only a few short months away. I knew that Gran would live to see our firstborn son, and that he would have his father’s dark hair… and his great-grandmother’s sharp, bright eyes. I dreamed of Chase and me, wrinkled and grey… in a far-off future welcoming grandchildren of our own.
And I dreamed of a life without regrets, knowing inside, that Gran would be proud…
It was many years ago.
And every day since, has taught me that dreams do come true. For I have the love of my life and he has me. Our Justin was born, followed a year later by a daughter. I write this now, having just found out our third is on his way. We are truly a family, we live from the heart… and with our whole hearts. We share a life where every challenge is met with the strength of our love and our commitment to one another. Every day he tells me he loves me. But in every moment, he shows me it’s true.
Our hearts beat in time with each other, and I know that after a long and wonderful life together, many, many years from now, they will one day slow and finally cease together too.
For I cannot imagine life without him, nor can he without me. And that, above all things has been
the sweetest gift of all.
Thank You!
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