Page 82 of Restored Dreams

“Lily pad, love of my life, my heart, my soul, my everything. Will you marry me because I love you? Because I love us.”

Turning for the tiles on the counter, I pick up three and hold them out to him in my palm.

Yea. There is no S in this collection of letters. No H either.

“Say it,” he pleads. “I want to hear it.”

“Yes,” I say. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Brut’s lips twist into a sexy grin as he stands. He removes the ring from the case and slips it on my finger, kissing over it once it’s settled in place.

“That might have been my favorite sound of all the sounds you’ve made.”

40

A new game

[Brut]

Lily and I are getting married, and I couldn’t be more excited. It’s officially happening on New Year’s Day. It’s become a trend, Lily tells me. Start the new year in a positive direction. I’ve waited years for her, so while I still would have rushed to a courthouse, I’m willing to wait a few weeks to begin years of being married to her. It turns out we have friends who married on the same date, and they gave us the idea of a destination wedding. We’ll be married at the beach house in Ocean Beach.

In the meantime, our new kitchen table has finally arrived in time for Thanksgiving. It’s circular with four chairs, and I’ve decided Lily and I are going to play a game to christen this space.

“Remember the game four squares as a kid?” I ask her as she comes into the kitchen after a shower.

“I’m not as old as you, so I don’t,” she teases. I lunge for her, enveloping her in my arms.

“Very funny, Lily pad.” I nibble at her neck as I wrap around her from behind. “We’re going to play four chairs.”

“And how does this game work?” I feel the chuckle in her back as she rubs her ass against me. Little does she know, this is exactly how we’ll play.

“First. I finger fuck you on one chair.”

“Brut,” she teasingly admonishes, but purrs at the end of my name.

“Then I’m going to eat you out on the second one.”

“Oh my,” she mutters, curling her back so her ass finds friction against me. I’m hard as a rock just thinking about what we’ll do, and I haven’t even started. My fingers find the waistband of her leggings and dip inside. Lima Bean will be here in early June, and I can’t wait. We need more girls in this family.

“We’ll move around the table where you’ll straddle me,” I say, slipping a finger into her and walking her to the first seat. I sit in a manner so that she sits in front of me with my legs on either side of hers. She’s gripping the table, white knuckled as her hips rock, forcing my finger deeper. A second finger joins the first, and Lily groans.

“Then,” I whisper below her ear, my lips resting on her skin. “You’re going to reverse cowgirl me on the last seat.”

“Brut,” she screams as I nip her neck at the juncture of her shoulder, and she comes instantly. Lily’s still hyped on pregnancy hormones, and I’m enjoying the side effects. Lifting her by the back of her thighs, I hoist her to the next seat. I remove her leggings and thong in one tug, and she yelps as her bare backside hits the wood seat. Lowering to my knees, I drag her to the edge of the surface and dive in, lapping at her. She’s extra sensitive with the pregnancy and produces more wetness than I remember. I love it. I love her being pregnant. I love her.

She tugs at my hair as I devour her, splitting her open with my tongue. She’s close, but I want to feel this one on me, so I pull back.

“No,” she whimpers as I stand and rush to lower my jeans. I sit on the opposite seat and slip my boxers and jeans from my ankles.

“Hop on Pop,” I say, patting my lap. Lily releases a snort-laugh, one of her many sounds I adore.

“You did not just say that.” She shakes her head. “You’re going to ruin this for me.”

I reach out for her wrist and tug her to me.

“I promise to make it up to you.” I promise to make up everything, and I’ve told her this with my actions and my words. We had a long talk about what happened when we were young, and I praise all things above for her understanding and forgiveness. I also kick myself for not trusting in her enough to tell her what was happening with me and have the faith she’d stick around until I got my shit together.

Lily lowers over me, straddling my thighs and the chair. She’s so wet she’s slippery, and I slide in without any effort. The warmth. The depth. This woman is all things to me. I’m inside her body, but she’s inside my soul. She owns my heart, and I want to own hers, giving her everything…and beyond.