condom from the package and let my hand move up and down his hard length once before I roll it on.
I lift my dress, move my underwear aside, and then lower myself onto him. A low groan escapes his throat and his hands find my hips. He helps me set a pace that he likes, never taking his eyes away from mine.
When I’m close to coming, I press my forehead against his and suck in his racing breaths. I’ll never get enough of this man.
~*~
Chapter Fifty
Seth~
I’m aware of the fact that this is the first time Lacey is initiating sex between us, and I love it.
She makes love, the way she lives life – intensely.
Feeling her thrust down on me, watching her lips part and her eyes grow cloudy with passion and watching her take what she wants, is beautiful.
When we both reach our release, I pull her against me, just holding her and savoring our post-orgasmic bliss.
Her breaths start to even out and then she whispers, “Marry me.” She pulls back and her eyes are filled with such love, it makes me hard for her all over again. “Not because Natalie is getting married, but because I don’t want to be without you ever again. You’ve always been a dream to me, Seth. Now I want to live that dream with you. You’re the first man I made love to, and I want you to be the last.”
Nothing could ever make me happier than I am in this moment. I start to move under her, making sure she feels me. “Yes, Lacey. I’ll marry you, not because you asked so nicely, but because I want to keep losing myself in you, until there is nothing left of me, and nothing left of you, until there is only an US left.”
She smiles as a tear slips over her cheek. I catch the tear with a kiss and continue to make love to her.
~*~
Chapter Fifty-One
(Ten years later…)
Lacey~
I wake up to kisses all over my face. “Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”
My eyes fly open. Shit, I forgot again! I groan and roll over onto my side. I told Seth that I’m bad at remembering dates. He on the other hand, never forgets.
“I got you something,” he says all happily and then holds a cup of coffee closer to my face. The smell of coffee is divine. I sit up and take the cup. Seth makes the best coffee and he knows it’s my weakness. “Now don’t say I never give you something.”
I laugh at his silliness. Six years ago we stopped with the huge Christmas, birthdays and anniversary presents. It was the year Laura was born. We don’t want her growing up thinking that those days are only about presents. We want her to appreciate the people she spends those days with. Sure we get her gifts, but we contain ourselves so we don’t spoil her with material things. Love on the other hand, she gets plenty of.
We want our daughter to see and appreciate the little things in life, because they make life worth living.
The End…
Playlist For Footprints In The Sand
Girl Crush – Little Big Town
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYZMT8otKdI&index=2&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxy...
Fireflies - Leona Lewis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5W-NkFxS-Y&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxyHp8LE46Y...
Everytime – Britney Spears
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-UJQGwzyxo&index=1&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxy...
I know you care – Ellie Goulding
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BRdY0NR08g&index=6&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxy...
Footprints In The Sand – Leona Lewis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCsZNalcaXM&index=5&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxy...
When I look at you – Miley Cyrus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIqimoNyEBQ&index=3&list=PLozgU9txh6PXxy...
Coming Next by Michelle Horst…
INSENSATE
Book 1 in The Dissolute Trilogy
Chapter One
“It’s time.” Dad offers me a stiff smile. Today is hard on him too. I take one last look at myself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place.
My ash blonde hair is clipped back with Mom’s butterfly clips. They’re tiny and brown in color, not pretty like some of the other girls’ clips are, but they’re special to me. It’s my way of honoring Mom, remembering that she stood up to the Emissaries to try and stay with us.
My new shirt fits just right, not too tight. Earlier this year when my other shirts got too small, I got excited. Our neighbor, Mrs. Noah, said I shouldn’t worry, that I would fill out nicely like the other girls. Nearing twenty, I’m starting to get worried, though. When you look like a child people treat you like a child. My body developed a little, but not nearly enough, not enough to be taken seriously as an adult or to be wanted as a wife.
Eighteen was supposed to be my big passage to adulthood, but it turned out to be just another number. Mom was taken from us two years ago, and my