He laughed a little. “When I proposed. I was going to ask you to marry me, seriously. I even got a ring. This one.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets and in one of them was a velvet-covered box.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
He showed me, after getting down on one knee first. My eyes almost fell out of my head. Nestled in the velvet was a silver band ring with a massive white princess cut diamond set in it. It was so beautiful it didn’t look real. Right on cue again, tears.
“Charlie, what the hell?”
“I don’t want to live without you. I told my mother that and I’m telling you now. She’s been trying to set me up for years and it has never worked because I wanted you. Only you Brenna, always you. If you’ll have me, I want to make you my wife.”
I didn’t know what to say. No, I knew what to say; yes. Of course, yes! I loved him, of course, I wanted to be his wife; I was just speechless. I nodded, the words escaping me. I watched through tears as he slid the ring onto my finger. He stood and cupped my face gently, kissing me. Right then, I felt a fluttering in my belly. I gasped.
“What?” he asked. I touched my stomach. It felt like carbonation in a can of soda. Something definitely present and making itself known.
“The baby. I felt them move,” I said. He touched my stomach.
“I don’t know if you can feel it.” We waited for it to happen again. “The doctor said I’d be able to feel them before you could,” I said.
“Later then,” he said.
“Later. I mean, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better not.” He kissed me again. “I love you, Brenna.”
“I love you, Charlie.” I felt so full and light at the same time. This was it. No more do
ubt, no more worrying about where we went from here. It was going to be the two of us… three of us.
We made our way to my old bedroom. He started taking his clothes off but I stopped him.
“Let me do it,” I told him. He stood still and let me undress him. I felt the heat in his eyes as he watched me pull each piece of clothing off his body. I wanted to enjoy this.
His underwear was last. I pulled them down over his thighs and he kicked them to the side. He immediately reached for me.
“Wait. Not yet.” I backed up until I was sitting on the bed.
“Your turn, babe,” he said. I shook my head, sitting on the bed watching him. I could practically see the frustration radiating off of him.
“Don’t move.” I maintained eye contact as I slowly peeled my clothes off one piece at a time. I started with my sweater and headed south. I popped the hook of my bra, freeing my breasts and saw Charlie’s hand grip his cock.
I was already turned on by giving him a show, but seeing his physical reaction to me stripping in front of him was doing things to me. By the time I got my panties off, they were soaked. Charlie noticed.
“You're killing me, babe,” he said. He was killing me. My body was priming myself for what was to come; Charlie’s raw strength and desire unleashed full force on my body. I loved the way he felt inside me, around me, on top of me. Everything he said he felt for me, he expressed physically when we fucked.
I sat on the bed and scooted all the way back so that I was against the wall. I spread my legs. Charlie's jaw clenched. I let my hand move over my neck, skim over my breasts, abdomen, on its way down to my pussy. I alternated sinking two fingers inside me and massaging my clit.
“You are so beautiful, babe,” Charlie said. I felt beautiful when he looked at me. I was confident in my body and knew the effect that I could have on some men, but with Charlie, I felt like I was some kind of rare jewel that he worshipped because it was the only one of its kind.
My orgasm started to build in my core. Charlie and I consumed each other through our eyes, each touching ourselves where we could not touch each other. It was so erotic, so dirty. Why was it even hotter than having actual sex in a way?
“You first,” he sputtered. He was close, but he wasn't going to let it off until I got mine. His gaze, the proximity of him, and the naughty, filthy show we were giving each other sent me over the edge. I came crying out his name. My legs would have buckled if I was standing on them. My eyes sealed shut and my body convulsed in electric waves of passion and pleasure. I shuddered, feeling it peter out through my limbs.
Charlie was in front of me when I opened my eyes. He kissed me, roughly pulling me onto the bed, so he could get on top of me.
“Did you come?” I asked him. He smirked.
“Not yet.”
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