I'm so fucking ready to plunge deep inside her wetness, but I'm going to suck her slit first. I lower my mouth to her pussy and I begin to taste her juicy release. Fuck. She tastes good, like honey, the nectar of the gods.
And she begins to drip for me, wrapping her legs around my neck as I tease her clit, as I take her to the places she's only dreamt of going.
My virgin, my fiancée, my girl forever, my wife. My wife. Fuck. That sounds so damn good.
I make her come, dripping against me as I fuck her hole with my tongue, one finger, then another.
She's pressing her hand, her knuckles, to her mouth to keep back her moans. And once I've got my girl nice and ready, her pussy ripe and juicy, I tell her it's time.
"Are you sure?" she says, gasping at the thought, and I nod.
"Yes. When you finish coming, it's going to be with my cock inside of you. Do you understand, Angel, what I'm saying?"
"Yes," she says, "I don't want to wait anymore."
"Good," I tell her. "Come here, girl. It's time."
I move on top of her and her body takes me the way it was made to. I slip inside of her nice and slow, careful not to hurt her. She winces of course. I knew she would, but she holds on tight as I push through the pain.
She cries against me into my neck and I whisper sweet nothings into her ear. "I love you," I tell her. "I have for so long."
"I love you too," she says. "Don't let go," she asks of me.
"I never will. I promise." And when I fully enter my queen I know that this bond will never break. I fill her up with a need that I can only explain as pure love. And she feels it, the ecstasy that surrounds us both as we begin to move as one.
My hard dick is deep inside her, rigid and ready as she whimpers in pleasure, moaning against me as she comes undone. She’s jelly in my arms as my cock shoots ribbons of come deep inside her sweet channel, making her mine.
The promise that a baby will be there soon enough. My girl, my wife, the future mother of my children. "Fuck," I groan.
As we finish, I pull her to me, hold her close. I will not let her go. Never, never. "I love you," I tell her again and again, as I hold her in my arms.
Neither of us wants to sleep. We want to do this over and over, but we've been up for so long, we drove through the night before.
And now, with our hearts undone and our love unfurled, we can sleep because we know in the morning when the sun rises, our love will still be here. It's not going anywhere.
CHAPTER 10
ANGEL
When we pull up to Andrew's house, I have butterflies in my belly. I look back at Grandma, who's smiling. "You two lovebirds sure seem happy today."
"It's Christmas Eve," I tell her. "I think that's why."
"Maybe so," she says. "Maybe it's just the season. You know, my husband and I got married on Christmas Day," she tells Andrew, who smiles. He's already heard this story from Grandma twice, but neither of us tell her she's repeating herself because we understand that there is some sort of magic in reliving your own love story.
God knows I've been replaying last night in my mind all day long. He loves me and I love him. And this ring on my finger, he picked it out with me in mind a year ago. This is not a coincidence. This is all happening because Andrew chose me.
I'm still pinching myself. I woke up today with a smile on my face that was unreal. And now we're actually meeting his parents, his whole family, and it's not just some fake fiancée scenario. This is the real freaking deal.
I'm nervous like I never am. I just want Andrew to be happy with bringing me home for Christmas. But the moment we walk into his family's house, I realize there was no need for me to be nervous at all because they welcome me with open arms, Grandma too.
"Oh, Angel," his mom Carol says. "We've been so excited to meet you. We couldn't believe Andrew was bringing you home."
"Well, I was really excited to be invited home," I tell them.
His sisters, Theresa, Mary and Naomi, who are all married with families of their own, introduce me to their husbands and children. And soon enough, I have an apron around my waist and I'm in the kitchen with them, helping with Christmas Eve dinner. I laugh, not at all minding. In fact, I love being included.
"I love to bake," I tell them. "I've been in the kitchen since I was a little girl with my grandma."