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We’d had a blast on the beach yesterday, although I still hadn’t found the right moment to pop the question. The ring box was securely back in the hidden pocket inside my suitcase again, just waiting for another opportunity.
I sighed. Why was I being so weird about this? I love Hazel, and realistically, I could choose any moment I wanted to and make it the magical moment I want to give her. So why do I keep hesitating and waiting for something perfect to come along?
I keep hesitating, and I can’t quite figure out why. I know, deep down in my fucking core, that I want to be with this wonderful woman for the rest of my life. I want her to be my wife, so why can’t I just grow a pair and put this fucking ring on her finger?
It’s like deep down, there’s something I’m waiting for, almost, but I can’t figure out what it is.
I sigh and rub my hands over my face. Whatever it is, at least I’ve still got some time to get over it. And maybe if the right moment doesn’t come along, I’ll just create it myself.
Rather than continuing to torture myself with my premarital problems, I let my mind wander back to yesterday. We’d spent the entire afternoon down on the beach, walking through the sand, exploring the tidepools, and building a sandcastle until the sun went down.
The light of the setting sun had caught in her hair and on her skin like she’d captured it, like it was glowing from within her, and she’d looked so fucking stunning it had been all I could do to wait until we got back to our room before getting my hands on her.
The memory is enough to make my cock stiffen. I’d gotten her back here and used every last drop of my willpower not to shred that little bikini off of her.
I reach down and start to play with myself a little, stroking my swelling shaft and imagining the way she’d moaned my name last night, propped on her hands and knees with that pretty ass in the air while I drove into her from behind.
I’d gone to bed wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and I shove them down out of the way so I can get a better grip, thinking about the way Hazel had bucked back against me with every thrust, taking my cock even deeper in her perfect little pussy.
My cock throbs in my fist and I keep pumping, losing myself in pleasure and memory. I close my eyes and the rest of the world falls away. At least until I suddenly feel another hand wrap over mine.
My eyes fly open, and I see Hazel kneeling at the edge of the bed, a smile on her face. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get back, huh?” she teases.
“Just getting myself warmed up for you,” I joked.
She lifts an eyebrow. “Are you implying that I can’t get you revved up on my own? Because I think we both know that’s know true.”
Considering just the thought of her had gotten me rock hard, she was a hundred percent right. But even so, I smirk playfully. “Maybe I need a reminder.”
She pries my hand out of the way and replaces it with her own, stroking my cock with practiced skill. She’s learned exactly what I like, and uses every last bit of it.
Although I could enjoy her talented hands all day, she doesn’t rely on them for long. Instead, after jerking me off for a little while, she bends down to take the swollen head of my cock between her lips, sweeping her tongue over the tip to taste the precum beading on my skin.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she slowly sinks down my length.
She takes me in just a little at a time, occasionally teasing me by retreating a little. While her mouth works my shaft, her hand slips down to fondle my balls, gently massaging the swollen, tender orbs.
She finally reaches the base, her nose brushing my pelvis as she gulps down the full length of my dick. I reach down and thread my fingers through the silken strands of her golden hair, still damp from her swim. I grip a fistful and hold on as her head starts to bob.
It feels so fucking good, I could lose it right here and now, but I manage to keep myself reined in. Barely. A lot of slow, deep breathing and some distinctly unsexy thoughts are the only thing keeping me from pouring a massive load down my girlfriend’s throat.
Even so, I can’t take it for very long, and when I find myself getting a little too close to that brink, I tighten my grip on Hazel’s hair and gently tug her off, pulling her up to meet her lips with my own. “Hop on,” I direct her.
She wastes no time in obeying, scrambling off of me for a moment to strip before climbing back up and straddling me.
I reach down between her thighs, tracing a finger along the length of her slit teasingly before slipping it between her folds. I’m pleased to find that she’s already slick and wet. I love that she’s always so ready for me. I guide the head of my cock into place, and she slowly sinks down onto it.
A little whimper escapes her, and she bites her lower lip. Her hands splay out over my chest and she starts to ride me. “Holy shit, baby,” I groan and grip her hips.
The tight, wet heat of her cunt grips me like a vice, and with every buck of her hips, more pleasure slams into me. Her splayed fingers curl, nails digging into my chest, and the tiny shock of pain only adds to the sensation.
Her tits bounce with every movement, and I reach up to tease her stiff nipples. “Holy shit,” she whimpers, “That feels so good.”
She works her hips a little faster, and I can feel shudders running through her that tell me she’s getting close. Which is good, because I can’t hold out much longer, myself. She feels too fucking good, and those sounds she’s making are so unbelievably sexy, it’s taking all I’ve got to hold myself together.
“I want you to fucking cum for me, baby,” I rasp, my breathing ragged, “Cum all over my cock, show me how good it feels.”
My words seems to do the trick, and after a few more pumps, I feel her pussy constrict around my shaft as she shatters, the orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. She howls in pleasure and the sound sets me off.
