Losing patience, she knocked my hand out of the way with her own, her fingers now holding the same place where mine had just been, and moved it so that my tip entered her. “If you don’t push it into me, I’ll…”
Not waiting for her to finish the end of her threat I thrust forward, my eyes closing when I groaned as her tightness closed around me. When you were in love with someone, it didn’t matter how many times you’d made love to them. That was a fact, because every time you did it new feelings and discoveries happened, and it felt like they brought the two of us closer together. I might not have been a romantic man, but I wasn’t a blind one either and I felt this each time. The feelings that were swamping me as I made love to her for this first time - the first time since she’d agreed to be mine in every way for the rest of our lives - almost made me lose control, but I reined it in and did my best to commit every part of this moment to memory.
Pushing my hands between the floor and her back, I hooked my fingers over her shoulders to hold her in place for my thrusts. When I felt the base of me hit against her folds, I stopped for a second, moving my hips slightly from side to side while I let her adjust to having all of me. With each shift, the scruff above my cock rubbed over her clit, making her groan as her eyes flew open with the sensations. I’d overheard a group of women talking about how much they loved not having hair down there because it made them more sensitive once, and it looks like this was more definitely the case for Rose.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I whispered, feeling her starting to tighten again. “I want to see them when you come.”
Slowly pulling out until just the tip of me was inside, I thrust back in hard, my length gliding smoothly into her this time. Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist changed the angle completely, and on the next thrust in she screamed and began to come, her muscles clenching hard around my cock. I wanted it to go on forever, but the feel of her walls squeezing me and watching her face as she shattered sent me over the edge.
Burying my head in her throat, I tried to catch my breath, but it was hard to when I could still feel my gut clenching down hard as I continued to spasm inside her.
Tilting her head so that her mouth was next to my ear, Rose panted, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Those words did things to me, things that if I’d had any strength left in my body would have had me booking a flight to Vegas. I didn’t care about a big wedding or who came to it, I just wanted her to be mine. People say a piece of paper doesn’t make a difference, and I used to be one of them, but we were so fucking wrong. I wanted that piece of paper, I wanted to see her signature with my last name in it, and I couldn’t wait to see her carrying my baby one day.
Slowly lifting my head, I looked at her through half-mast eyes. “Tomorrow?”
Thinking it over for a second, she looked at the time on the screen of the microwave. “It’s a bit late. What about the day after?”
So that’s what we did. The next day we booked our flights to Vegas, along with friends and family, and the day after she was Mrs. Rose Evans. Two hours after it she had a matching tattoo on her finger and I had the date of our wedding tattooed in the space next to the date I’d proposed to her on my ribs. I even stayed sober after it, well relatively sober. If anyone asked me if I’d ever do it differently, I’d say not one bit, except that she would have been mine for the year we were playing pranks on each other, too. Our relationship was still light and we had a lot of fun together, and I’d learned that when we argued, all I had to do was bring her something from Nice Buns and it was all forgotten.
Men, you need to learn your woman. The saying ‘happy wife – happy life’ wasn’t just for cups and cards, that shit was legit. Learn what makes her happy enough to forgive you and go to town on it, because when your woman was happy, you were happy.Chapter Twenty-OneRoseThirteen months later…
Rose: I need to lose weight: (
Raoul: I’m not sure what the best thing to say to that is, but the honest question I have is – why?