“That’s easy. You make me happy.”
His lips land on mine and the kiss quickly becomes a fiery inferno of need and desire. A reclamation and proof of all that we are to each other.
He carries me upstairs to our room and lays me down on the bed. I look around, wonder on my face. “Did you do this?” I breathe, shocked and pleased.
“I asked Harvey to do it for me.”
Candles and bowls of floating flowers, bright pinks and purples and whites, litter every surface of the room, shifting candlelight dancing on her lovely face.
I kiss her lips and she writhes under me, shifting and mewling desperately. “I need you,” she sighs as my hands take off her sweater and surround her rounded breasts, my lips sliding down to graze her nipple with my teeth. Her hips shift back and forth, her head tossed back and her eyes glazed with lust.
“And you’ll have me. Soon.”
I make love to her, making her shudder under me, feeling her body welcoming mine into her wet heat. In and out I plunge, my breath racing out of my chest, my body anointing hers with mine, my seed finally spurting out of my cock and spraying her walls.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams and I follow her over the cliff and down into the maelstrom that is our love.
Whipped and whirled, we both strain to find that perfect place together.
Which only exists in each other’s arms.
Her gleaming eyes droop and she gathers herself, her body pliant and relaxed against me.
“I love you,” she whispers, putting her head on my sweaty chest, patting it.
“Oh, baby girl. I love you too. Too much for words.”
The only words that I have are that I love you, and why aren’t we getting married right now. Because it’s almost too much to have one more night without her carrying my name and possibly my baby.
But soon enough, I’ll have all that I desire. My lovely angel for the rest of my days. And the life that stretches out golden and happy in front of us.