Into the Darkness

This moment felt overwhelming. I glanced around, seeing as the tables on either side of us watched in anticipation for my reaction, which only added more pressure. My focus returned to Julian who held the ring in front of me, waiting for my answer.

“You're kind of leaving me out on a limb here.” He laughed nervously.

I looked around again, knowing every second that passed probably felt like an hour in Julian’s mind. What the hell was I supposed to do? I caught myself by surprise as when I blurted out, “Yes.”

With his face beaming, he slowly slid the ring on my finger as the restaurant applauded around us. He leaned in and placed a kiss on my lips, almost like it sealed the proposal. I sat back and admired the ring that was nestled comfortably on my finger.

“Charlie, you have just made me the happiest man in New York City. Scrap that…the world.”

I pulled him back into me, this time the kiss lingering, as I so desperately tried to get lost in this moment. It was just like in the movies and I smiled as I looked at the handsome man before me that soon would be my husband. I glanced at the ring again, stunned that this had happened only a few moments ago.

“Shall we go back to my place to celebrate?” he asked.

“By celebrate, I hope you mean fool around before having some extremely hot sex?”

Letting out a laugh, he nodded. “You read my mind.”

As we stood up, his cell rang and he answered, annoyed. I only caught bits of the conversation as I was too busy staring at the rock that felt like it weighed a ton on my hand—and my heart. As his conversation finished, I forced a smile and flashed my ring enthusiastically.

“Charlie, I'm sorry.”

“Did the bat signal go off?”

“Even if it did I wouldn't leave, but a well-known politician has been caught in a rather compromising situation on Long Island. I need to be there in two hours.”

“Wow, like cock wrapped around a twenty-one-year-old mistress situation?”

“Something like that.”

“Two hours? That gives us plenty of time, Mr. Baker.”

…

My head fell back, my back arching as he buried himself deep inside me. His movements pushed me closer to that moment, the moment when I screamed his name, but something felt different. His pace picked up, his grunts deepening. In an act of desperation he buried his head between my breasts, kissing the curves till his tongue found its way to my erect nipples. I clenched with pleasure and felt his teeth graze over them. I’m almost there.

“Imagine us, baby, every day for the rest of our lives, buried in each other, making each other cum. You’ll be my wife, forever mine.”

His words, forever mine: I was to be his. I would belong to him like he would belong to me: Julian and Charlie Baker. That wave of panic swept over me again. I tried to block it out and focus on an orgasmic finish. I needed it, more than I ever needed a happy ending in my life.

“I need to feel you explode all over me, my gorgeous Charlie.”

I bucked my hips into him, allowing him to go deeper. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Where the hell is this happy orgasmic ending?

Focus, Charlie. I pulled his head away from my breasts and forcefully kissed his mouth, where the taste of my pussy lingered on his lips and his tongue swirled around mine. I was done.

As the two of us lay side by side trying to catch our breaths, he turned to face me with a ridiculous grin on his face and pulled my hand towards him to admire the ring.

“To the future Mrs. Baker, may we have a lifetime full of exploding finishes, until that is of course we are interrupted by a brood of kids after which will result in late night quickies.”

“Kids?” I asked, my voice choking slightly, any remaining horniness sinking faster than the Titanic.

“Sure, you do want them right?”

“I uh…yeah, I guess so, but not anytime soon.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got some time. Practice makes perfect, right?”

Surely he could feel my body tense up talking about this. “How many do you want?”