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The moment she reaches a shuddering climax, I let go, too, capturing her orgasm with my dick as I spill my seed in her.
I lap up her juices as she squirts me, and I open my soul wide to embrace hers . . . we are home alone, and we are free.
My baby has a look on her face that tells me that this engagement party is going very well, and she is over the moon.
I wonder what I did, exactly, to get that look . . . I should have been taking notes for later. Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Right now, she is saying. . .
"Your turn," She must have reached the end of her refractory period, for her eyes are twinkling with mischief.
With a wicked grin, she begins to reciprocate the love she just received, her intoxicating kisses and skilled touches igniting sinful little fires all over my body.
My reactions are instantaneous, uncontrollable and primal; my refractory period was just a tad ahead of hers because I was concentrating on pleasuring her earlier and not getting my rocks off.
With every touch of her fingers and lips, I groan, whimper, and moan unintelligible words that only serve to spur her on further. She teases me mercilessly, bringing me to the brink of release, only to pull back, leaving me begging for my life.
"Tony, my darling . . . " I choke out, desperate for release. "Please . . . no more teasing. Just fuck me. We are past foreplay."
"Patience, my baby. Good things come to those who wait," she whispers in my ear as she fucks it with her tongue.
It tickles, and I don’t like it, but I let her for a little while, then gently guide her lips to where I need them, sending shivers in every corner of my being.
My body squirms and writhes beneath her, incoherent words and wanton moans escaping me in my almost delirium state. The need for release is overwhelming, but Tony holds back, leaving me teetering on the precipice of a carnal inferno.
"Please, baby," I beg, my voice barely a whisper now.
“Promise me you shall love me forever, and I will give you what you want.”
“Till the day I die . . .” I squeal like a dying pig.
"Then I shall oblige, my darling, only because you asked nicely. Prepare for ecstasy," she commands, and she finally grants me the sweet torture I crave; her lips and hands work in tandem, driving me to heights I have never climbed before, eliciting sensations that are almost too much to bear – oh dear Lord the woman is trying to kill me with science.
She is a nurse. The human body is her playground. She knows where every nerve-ending is, where each erogenous zone is, and how to manipulate it. She touches them all, and now I am writing, I am groaning, I am screaming her name—it's as if I'm experiencing a near-death situation from the sheer intensity of whatever she is doing to my body—she is killing me.
"Tony," I whimper, half dead—half alive, feeling as though I can't take anymore, but she pushes me just that little bit further, and when she finally allows me to release, I see white light.
What a night this has been . . . what a day.
Exhausted, we lay together, our bodies spent, our hearts full. This night, this moment is one neither of us will soon forget, I’m sure. I couldn’t have been the only one there . . . she must have felt it too. As we lay entwined in each other's arms, I know that there's no place I'd rather be than right here, in Tony’s arms.
Chapter forty-nine
SHOW AND TELL.
LIAM
Four months later...
On this cold wintry February morning, both Tony and I have decided there’s nothing out there so inviting to brave a 3-degree-Fahrenheit weather, so we have chosen to laze at home in front of the fireplace, even though we seem not to need the heat from the fire.
We are keeping warm using body heat fueled by kisses and hot cocoa. Is there anything better . . . I doubt it.
Even though it is blistery cold outside, the sun is shining, and it is filtering through the half-closed blinds, making a beautiful pattern on the hardwood floor, creating a warm and comforting ambiance in the living room . . . the place we have decided is our favorite place in this whole house.
This very spot is where Tony and I shared our very first kiss . . . the very spot where I proposed to her, and she said yes. WhenI die, I want to be buried right here, right next to this fireplace. The place where all my dreams have come true.
I nervously tap my fingers against the cool surface of my laptop, anxiously waiting for the Zoom call session with Father O’Malley to begin. It is amazing how long five minutes can be when you are waiting for something. The count-down timer says, “The host will be with you in 4:43 sec.” That’s a lifetime. I want to go home . . . I want my life back.
The screen is coming to life, and both Tony and I square off on the couch, ready for Father O’Malley.
