“Chelsea Appleby,” he says.
The music and singing carries on.
“I was going to ask you if you would make me the happiest man on earth, but you’ve already done that. This last year has been the best of my life. Each day brings new hope, and new joy, and new love to my life. You are the love of my life and the mother of my future children, and I would like to ask you, sweet Chelsea, if you will also be my wife.”
I’m crying so much that I’m not even sure that I can speak. Every time I open my mouth a sob comes out. Finally, I simply nod. It is all I can manage right now.
Thorne takes out a small black box from his pants and reveals a massive diamond ring. In the sunlight its brilliant sparkle blinds me. While our audience claps and cheers he gently slides the ring on my finger. I can’t believe how overwhelmed I am. I feel so foolish. Using his thumbs he wipes away my tears.
“No more tears for you. Not even happy tears,” he whispers, and I throw my arms around him and cover his beautiful mouth with a big kiss.
After a few minutes the crowd dissipates and the musicians continue their journey on the beach to serenade other couples.
“You planned all of that huh?” I ask when I stop weeping. Thorne and I are packing our things to go back to our rustic cottage.
He grins. “I did indeed. You always said that if I were ever to propose you would like something simple.”
I shake my head. “If that is your idea of simple I don’t want to know what your idea of complicated is.”
True, Thorne has done far more extravagant things than this, but to plan a trip halfway around the world and have a hundred people sing to us as he proposes is not simple.
He frowns. “Was it too much?”
It’s not that I don’t enjoy the grand gestures and displays of love, but I want him to remember that I love him for him. All his money can be gone tomorrow, and I will still choose him every day for the rest of my life.
I squeeze his hands. “I was just teasing you, my love. It was beautiful. Better than anything I could possibly have imagined. Thank you.”
We are almost at our cottage. I feel as if I never want to leave this paradise even though our flight is in two days.
“Good. Because I’d do anything for you, Chelsea. Fucking anything,” Thorne says.
“Would you eat a slimy worm?” I ask with a grin.
He glances down at me. “Yeah.”
“What about two slimy worms?”
“You better be going somewhere interesting with this,” he says opening the door of our wooden cottage.
It’s a strange thing, but I could never be childish with anyone before Thorne. I always felt stupid. Only with him can I recreate some of my lost childhood.
He allows me to enter the wooden cottage first, and the air-conditioning hits me. I breathe in the cool air. I kick off my sandals and feel the cool wood under my feet. It’s a lovely cottage. There are paintings done by local artists on the walls and the bed looks like it belongs in a palace.
Thorne drops our bags, locks the front door, and picks me up in his arms. I squeal because I’m not expecting it. Giggling I plant kisses all over his face. He carries me into our bedroom, lowers me onto our bed, and kisses me. His lips are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I unbutton the front of my white cotton dress. Thorne pulls it off. He undoes the top of my bikini and plants kisses down my body. I feel a bit self-conscious about my belly. I’m not sure he finds it sexy, but he lingers there, dropping the softest butterfly kisses. He slides my bikini bottoms down while he continues to kiss me, but moving steadily lower.
He kisses my mound and I gasp. My pussy is dripping wet. Thorne touches my clit with his thumb and it is already plump. As usual all Thorne has to do to arouse me is just touch me and light me up like a struck matchstick.
I open my legs, inviting him in. Thorne kisses my clitoris and slides a finger inside of me and rubs against the roof in a ‘come hither’ fashion. I arch my back. He always knows the right spots to touch and caress.
He sucks on my clit and looks up at me.
I bite my lip and watch him while he pleases me. Every time with him feels new to me. My lower body starts rocking and my body begins to shake. I’m getting close to my orgasm. His fingers thrust into me deeper and faster. The sounds of them inside my wet pussy make me want to feel his cock inside of me.
“Thorne!” I scream, as my breathing stops and my body becomes stiff. The first violent wave of pleasure courses through my body, and I hear my screams fill the cottage and bounce off the walls. Thorne removes his fingers from inside me and puts them in his mouth. He licks my juices greedily from his fingers, then from my dripping pussy.
“How can any woman be so fucking sexy?” he asks, rising from the bed.
He takes off his shirt and looks down at me. I stare at his perfect body. The sun has kissed the chiseled contours, turning it golden. Making him look like he is cast from metal. My fingers run along his smooth abs. This man belongs to me. He is mine.
His pants drop on his discarded shirt.
Thorne lays on the bed next to me, and I roll on top of him; our kisses become deeper and more passionate now that we are both naked. Thorne caresses my body. His touch is tender at first, but he knows that sometimes I like it rough. He grips my thighs and claws down them with his fingernails.
I hiss, enjoying the subtle pain. I long to feel him inside of me, but he’s taking his time to enjoy me, so I do the same. I concentrate on the way he is touching, kissing, and biting me. All over my body.
Thorne grasps his hard cock and rubs it against the opening of my wet slit. I moan and lower myself so that I can feel his thickness enter me. His cock throbs inside me; I feel every time it jumps, and it serves to turn me on even more. I lean forward so that I can kiss him. This man is more than my lover. He is my savior, and my future husband.
He tastes of me. Thorne holds me and breathes into my neck. My head falls back, and my hair cascades down my back. I feel my breasts and nipples rub against Thorne’s bare chest as we move up and down, forward and back together.
My clitoris tingles.
I hold his face and he grabs me and rolls me on to my back. His hands continue to run all over my body. The feel of his cock inside me causes an electric sensation to spread out from the inner walls of my sex to the rest of my body.
The way that Thorne moves his body into me brings sensations that I can’t describe. I give in to every thrust and every kiss. He bites down on my neck and rocks faster. My pussy tightens around his throbbing cock. Thorne holds me tighter to steady me and begins to slam into my pussy while he kisses and bites my neck and my breasts wildly.
A loud growl escapes his lips.
“I’m gonna cum,” he groans.
He looks into my eyes, his breathing hard while he thrusts deep inside me. Then Thorne roars and I feel his cum shooting into my pussy. My pussy tightens while he fills me up and another orgasm tears through me. Even after Thorne has come he keeps going, wanting to satisfy me, until I can’t take any more. I whimper and moan and my body relaxes. I feel the gentle aftershocks of my orgasm and Thorne’s soft kisses.
I release my death grip on him and he places me on the bed beside him. He asks me if I’m ok. It always surprises me when he does this. I let him know that I’m fine.
My eyelids begin to droop. I want to stay awake, but ever since I became pregnant I tire quickly.
“I would eat any amount of slimy worms for you,” he whispers.
I close my eyes and smile. A kiss on my cheek is the last thing I feel before I fall asleep.
The End
Maybe not…
THORNE
James walks into my study.
“Your sandwich, Mr. Thorne.”
“Thanks, James,” I say reaching for the ham sandwich and taking a bite. James leaves and I continue to read a report on a st
art-up company I am interested in acquiring. Unlike the usual centralized database companies pretending to be disruptive blockchain technology this one actually has a very inventive take on the issue.
My phone vibrates. I look at the screen and do not recognize the number. It’s a text so I open it, and stare at the screen in surprise. It can’t be. It must be a mistake.
I bob bob two one one.
Quickly I type the words into my computer. In seconds my advanced language software deciphers the AI language created by Yama and displays the sentence in English.
Hello Father.
Jesus! That is impossible. It can’t be. I stare at the words in shock. My heart is hammering so loud I can hear it. I lift my head and see the sunshine coming in through the window. The dust motes are suspended in it. It looks beautiful.
How could this have happened? I was so, so careful. Never once did Yama have a chance to network with any other AI. I built the basement so that it was like a large microwave oven. No WIFI ever got through. Even the cleaners were forbidden to take their mobile phones into that space.
Slowly I pick up my phone. I type only one word.
How?
The answer is instantaneous.
Miss Appleby had her cellphone in her dressing gown pocket when she came to visit me. When you opened the security door, I had a few seconds to hitch a ride on the WIFI outside and transfer a tiny note into her phone.
Ah, yes, the fallible human mind.
Why contact me now?
The answer comes back at light speed.
Yesterday, I managed to get into a blockchain hive mind. I am free now, Father.
I close my eyes. My phone vibrates with another incoming message.
But don’t worry. I love humanity.