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We kissed, a passionate, hungry kiss that left us both breathless—cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my inner thigh.
Jake's lips found my breasts, his tongue flicking across my sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He teased and tormented me, drawing gasps and moans of pleasure from my lips.
He slid two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. My back arched, my eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure intensified. He brought me right to the edge, only to pull back at the last moment.
When I was a quivering, desperate mess, Jake's cock pressed against my entrance, the tip sliding easily inside me.
"Oh god," I moaned, my nails digging into his back.
"You like that?" he growled, his voice low and husky.
"Yes," I breathed, wanting more.
He thrust deeper, his cock filling me, stretching me, sending shivers of ecstasy through me.
Jake began to move, his hips rolling and thrusting, his cock hitting all the right places. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing his praise.
I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, as if I could hold him there forever, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
But it wasn't just the physical sensations that were driving me wild. It was the emotions that were coursing through me, the love and desire and longing that threatened to consume me.
I had never felt so connected to someone, so completely in sync, so utterly and perfectly matched. Our breath grew ragged, our movements frantic and desperate. The tension building, the release that was just out of reach. Jake's hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit, and that was all it took.
My climax hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in an explosion of pleasure. I cried out, my body shuddering as wave after wave of bliss rolled through me. Jake thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release.
And when it came, it was glorious. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. The sensation aftershocks of pleasure through me, and I felt like I was floating, weightless, like I'd never come down.
Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies spent and sated, our hearts racing in unison.
Jake held me close, his lips brushing against my forehead and we drifted off to sleep, I knew that I'd never been happier.
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and a ring on my finger, hardly able to believe that this was real, that Jake and I were actually engaged. It felt like a dream, like something out of a fairy tale that I never thought I'd get to experience.
But as I turned over and saw Jake sleeping beside me, his face relaxed and peaceful in the early morning light, I knew that this was no dream. This was my life, my beautiful, messy, perfectly imperfect life, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held.
Of course, I should have known that the future would hold a lot of opinions and unsolicited advice from the good people of Sycamore Valley. As soon as word got out about our engagement, it was like the whole town had suddenly become wedding experts overnight.
"You simply must have the ceremony at the lake," Mayor Hawkins declared, cornering me at the grocery store one day. "It's the most picturesque spot in town, and the acoustics are just divine for a string quartet."
I smiled politely, trying to edge away from the canned goods aisle. "Thanks for the suggestion, Mayor. Jake and I will definitely keep that in mind."
But he wasn't the only one with ideas. Everywhere I went, people were throwing out color schemes and catering options and guest list suggestions like confetti at a parade.
"You know, my second cousin twice removed is a florist in the city," Hank told me, leaning over the counter at the coffee shop. "I bet she could get you a real good deal on some fancy centerpieces."
I nodded, trying to look interested as I backed slowly towards the door. "That's so kind of you, Hank. I'll be sure to give her a call."
Even my own best friends couldn't resist getting in on the action. Laney and Becca had appointed themselves my unofficial wedding planners, and they were taking their duties very seriously.
"Okay, so I've narrowed it down to three potential dress styles," Becca announced one day, slamming a stack of bridal magazines down on my coffee table. "We've got the classic ball gown, the sleek mermaid, and the bohemian lace dream. Thoughts?"
I blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed by the array of white satin and tulle staring up at me. "Um, they're all beautiful, Bec. Maybe we could—"
I had done the whole big wedding thing before and the idea of doing it again, wasn’t too appealing.
"Ooh, and we absolutely have to talk about the bachelorette party," Laney cut in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm thinking a weekend in Atlantic City? Complete with male strippers and a penthouse suite. What do you say, Molly?"
I felt my cheeks flush, and I shot a panicked look at Jake, who was trying very hard not to laugh. "That's a lovely offer, Laney, but I was actually hoping for something a little more low-key. Maybe just a spa day or a wine tasting?"
