“Is that something you’d want?” William asked. I saw the look of anticipation in his eyes. We’d never really talked about this before. It felt like a big step.
“My mom was a single mom, and I just know how hard it was for her. So I think, in a perfect world, I would like to have children—but I’d want a partner.”
William gently pushed a fallen curl from my face and let his finger linger on my cheek. He said, “So, what about marriage? Is that something you’d want to do someday?”
“Yes—neither of my parents ever married. Not just each other, but anyone, ever. They both said they didn't believe in it. But I always thought having a forever partner could be wonderful.” I swallowed and held my breath. “Would you ever want to be married?”
“Yes, I like the promise of a forever partner.” He stroked my cheek and there was a serious look in his eye. “Kit, sometimes I think about if we could beforever.”
“Oh?”
He tilted my chin up to him, and his warm, full lips pressed against mine. He pulled my thigh further over his hipand he pressed into me. With my eyes closed, my lips still grazing his as he asked, “Is that something you think would make you happy, if we were forever?”
“Yes, I think about it all the time,” I said, as his fingers traced my hips. I opened my eyes to see that William looked visibly relieved. I laughed. “Were you worried that I didn’t feel the same way?”
William squeezed my waist and said, “I hoped, but I needed to hear you say so because what makes you happy is the most important thing to me now.”
Without saying much else, we both started to undress. It was as if we both knew at that moment, we needed to be even closer and more intimate. I pulled at William’s shirt, and he obliged by sitting up and taking it off. He gently pulled at my dress and removed it as well. I pulled at his jeans, and as I removed them, he took off my bra and hooked his thumbs into my panties. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down my body. The feel of the fabric and William’s soft touch as they skated against my legs sent chills through my body, then I lay on the bed before William. His eyes took me in, and I wanted to be his.
We kissed tenderly at first, then the kiss deepened, and I felt the familiar throb and the warm sensation radiating from my center. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Kit, you’re all I think about.”
His hand slipped between my legs as he made a trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone. He whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about buying this house for us, for you. I think about coming home to you after a long day of work. How good that would be.” His fingers teased at my slick crease. I moaned softly as he teased me, then, in a low growl, he said, “I think about our first Christmas in the house. I think about making love to you in front of the tree and the fireplace.” I smiled. I lovedthe thought of that. William kissed my forehead sweetly. The pressure from his fingers increased slightly.
I gasped when he pushed the pad of his thumb against my swollen clit. Then he started making small circles around it, sending pangs of pleasure between my thighs. I whimpered as he whispered, “I have fantasized about making love to you in every room of that house.” William watched intently as my back arched beneath his touch.
“You like that.” His deep voice sounded rougher as it rumbled against my body. He gently pinched my clit between his thumb and pointer finger. A sharp sensation on the verge of pain shot through me. He released my clit, then used his fingers to stroke my wet crease. He alternated between the intense pressure I longed for and soft touches to tease me. I let out a jagged breath. “Please. I need more. I need you."
William slid a finger inside of me, then said, “I think about what I’ll do to you in that swimming pool. In that shower. In that garden tub. Your beautiful body wet, slick as I fuck you in all those places.” I moaned. I wanted that and so much more. I pressed against William’s palm. I was close to climax and William knew it, but he was in control, and he wasn’t ready for me to climax.
William moved to his knees and flipped me over so that I was on my belly. He whispered in my ear. “All I think about is making you happy. Keeping you safe,” I heard him sigh as his dick grazed my thighs.
William gently lay on top of me. He slipped his hand between me and the bed. He pushed his fingers against my clit, and I couldn’t help myself. I began moving against his hand. I could feel his erection pressing against my bare ass. I could hear William’s excitement in his breathing. His deep voice in my ear sent chills down my spine as he said, “Do you like that?”
I nodded almost frantically as I gasped. The warm pleasure in my center had grown into a full-blown blaze. I needed more. I was begging for more. I ground against his hand. I heard the change in his breathing as the rocking of my hips rubbed his erection. William changed positions and flipped me over so that he was kneeling above me, straddling me. My hands immediately grabbed his huge cock. There was a hitch in his breathing as I stroked his length, and he moaned. I watched as his eyes moved from my lips to my breasts. I stroked him with one hand and pinched my nipples with my other. He didn’t take his eyes off me.
“You’re so beautiful, Kit. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.” I moved my hand down my body from my breast to my clit. I slipped two fingers inside myself and watched as William’s eyes flashed. I let out a sigh and said, “You are everything to me.”
I could see that he was starting to lose his restraint and that he needed more. I began to sit up to take him into my mouth, but he pushed me back down onto the bed and shook his head. “I just want your wet pussy,” he growled. “I need it.”
He lowered himself onto me, and I felt an intense pressure as he thrust into me. He groaned and buried his face in my hair. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deep inside me. My body opened to him, and I felt an intensifying heat as he began moving his hips, slowly at first, and then faster and deeper. I moaned for more. The waves, small at first, built into powerful surges, crashing through me with overwhelming pleasure. I couldn’t quiet myself. I cried out, “William. I’m yours. Forever.”
The word forever unlocked something in William. I could see it in his face. He pushed himself up so that he knelt before me. He pulled me to him until my ass was pressed against his thighs, holding me at just the right angle. When he thrust his full length deep inside of me again, I screamed his name, archingmy back. I grabbed at the sheets and begged for it harder and deeper. William didn’t hold back.
“You’re mine,” he said. “Forever.”
“Yes,” I cried as I climaxed, experiencing the sweetest release I’d ever felt. William thrust deep and hard until he knew I’d finished, then I felt him throbbing and pulsing inside me. William collapsed. I could feel him tremble slightly. I ran my fingers along his back. I kissed his temple and tasted his salty, sweet sweat.
“I love you, William. I’m yours forever.”
Chapter 24: William
We were sweaty and perfectly sticky. Kit ran her fingers across my back and arms softly and told me that she loved me. It was the perfect moment. During sex, I had been in control, giving Kit pleasure and then taking my own, but in that moment, Kit was in control. I was putty in her hands. The way she was glowing after our sex. The way she became tender and sultry. Her eyes dreamy and the corner of her lips curled into a slight smile. The way she smelled. The way she tasted. I knew I just couldn’t live without it.
We cleaned up, then got back into bed. Kit pulled up our house listing, and we scrolled through it together. We started talking about what we wanted to do in each room. It was the most engaged Kit had ever been in talking about our future. It was the most open and excited I’d ever seen her. I felt like a door into Kit’s trust had been unlocked for me. Kit’s willingness to move to Atlanta had made everything so much better. Not just because it would be so much easier to live in the same city, but because it meant Kit was as serious about me as I was about her.
Later that night, I told Kit I had to head back to Atlanta the next day for work, but I asked if she would join me on Fridayfor a work happy hour. There was a company-wide leadership retreat on Thursday and Friday. My promotion created a domino effect within the company. Leadership musical chairs had happened, and the leadership retreat was where all the subsequent job promotions were being announced. Friday night the company would host a happy hour, and we were encouraged to invite our spouses to attend. I knew Kit didn’t want to go to a corporate happy hour, but I promised her we would spend all day on Saturday at her mom’s art exhibit and visiting niche bookstores in Atlanta.
Our project managers had invited several of their key community partners to the happy hour, so I was making my way through an endless lineup of introductions. During one particularly drawn-out introduction, I saw Kit walk into the bar. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d offered to go back to the hotel to pick her up, but she assured me she could find her way to the bar on her own. She wore a cute summer dress. Her hair was down. Kit pushed her sunglasses back onto the top of her head, and I watched as her eyes adjusted to the dark lighting in the bar. I patted the shoulder of our project manager, and I said, “Hey, guys. I need to catch up with someone really quick. It was a pleasure chatting with you.”
