"Beau," she whines, her back already arching, pushing her ass into my hand. "We're going to be late," she warns, sounding breathless.
My sweet Sammy has an appetite that rivals mine own, so I know I've already won. She lets me push the dress from her shoulders. It pools at her feet.
Black thigh-high stockings are held up by a prayer and a scrap of lace. I groan as she turns, looking like a wet dream in a black strapless bra and white lacy panties. Her heels are still on when she slowly steps forward out of the dress, her ankle straps keeping them in place.
I can't help but lick my lips.
Her mouth parts, watching me. I love how her eyes darken when I look at her, I love the way her full hips feel wrapped around me. I didn't think it'd be possible to love her more than I do in this moment, when she gives herself over to me freely.
“I love you," I say, because I can't not say it. "I will love you forever," I keep going.
She smiles at me sweetly. "I love you too Beau," she husks, bringing her body flush with mine.
Looking down at her, I continue, "I think I loved you before I met you. The idea of you. You make me real. You’re the person who makes me a better man." I can feel the atmosphere changing from lust to something so much more. “I can't image a day without you by my side. I promise to never go to bed angry, to never forget how I feel in this moment. I promise to always make you fall in love with me. If you give me one promise, sweet Sammy?"
"Anything," she answers immediately.
"Promise to be my wife and the mother of my children. Promise to love me the way only you can."
Her eyes are tearing up. I'm afraid I rushed it. I should have gone with the plan and waited a little longer.
I stop breathing for the four seconds, until she whispers around her hand covering her luscious lips, "Yes."
The single syllable is one of the most wonderful sounds I've ever heard.
"Say it again," I order needing to know I haven't just heard what I wanted.
A tear falls and hits my chest, "Yes Beau. Yes, I'll be your wife."
My lips cover hers, stealing those sounds and making them mine. This moment will forever been in my heart.
Our lovemaking is gentle and sweet. Every sigh and moan of bliss intensifies my need for her. Both of us sense the importance of the moment as we crawl our way through the pleasure, instead of the frantic races it often becomes.
I strip her bare before getting into bed. I slide the ring out of my pocket and onto her finger.
Her eyes never leave my face, even as her back arches and she cries through her release. I groan through mine.
She’s lying in my arms when I ask her, "Do you like it?" I’m a little nervous. I could have gone much bigger, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't like that.
"I always like it, silly. You couldn't tell?" She asks, missing my meaning.
I chuckle, "Oh, I know you lovethatsweets. Your screams never leave me guessing."
The hand on my chest swats me, "Oh shut it.”
"I meant the ring," I whisper in all seriousness.
She looks down like she didn't know it was there.
"Oh Beau," her shoulders shake, and she tosses her head. What? Oh shit, I screwed up!
“It's unbelievable! I love it! Thank you," She says, scrambling up my body to kiss my face. She's straddling my hips, looking back and forth between my face and her hand. She wiggles her butt in excitement, and I get excited all over again.
She opens her mouth and laughs out loud when I flip her over and grind into her. The laughter dies when I take her nipple between my teeth. This time I take every inch of her body and mine to the brink, punishing both of us with pleasure.
We never make it out of the house that night, but the things we showed each other were much better than what I had planned.
