I am beyond blessed that I found it with you. I believed I would be alone forever, and yet you were right there in front of me the whole time. I’m kicking myself for taking so long to realize it, but I don’t want to waste another moment. Now that I know and have you, I have grown so much. We have grown so much together. We have our daughter. Now I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?” he asked.
I didn’t know when I started crying, but tears were streaming down my face when I nodded.
“Yes,” I croaked out, laughing at how pathetic I sounded.
Tom jumped up and threw his arms around me. He gathered me close and kissed me. Our kisses grew deeper, building in heat and intensity as we pressed our bodies closer. He took my hands and guided me through the house and into the bedroom.
As the bedroom door shut, Tom closed the curtains, making the room gloriously, comfortably dark. A baby monitor near the bed was silent, giving us the opportunity to close the rest of the world away and make our own little alcove together, just us, without fear or worry. Tom stood in front of me, his smile warm and excited, and I returned it with one of my own. I pulled my shirt up and over my head, and he pulled me in for a deep kiss. I melted into him, letting reality outside of that room disappear.
Tom reached behind me to unbuckle the bra, and I felt it loosen as it opened. He pulled it over one arm, and I fell back a bit to let it fall from my chest. Immediately, once it was gone, he pressed me against him, and my full, heavy breasts pressed against his chest. I began working at the buttons of his own shirt and got them open quickly, as the passion of our kiss built. Soon, we were skin on skin and moving toward the bed, Tom walking backward. He stumbled as he reached the edge of the mattress and fell into a sitting position. I giggled as he bounced, looking surprised.
“Come here,” he said in a playful growl, pulling me to him. His face rested between my breasts, and he began to unbutton my jeans as his tongue swept between them.
When my pants dropped to my feet and I kicked them away, a groan of appreciation rolled through him, and I grinned. I would never tire of hearing that sound from him. I slowly lowered myself to my knees and unbuttoned his pants next. He sat up to help them and his boxers come off in one movement, and it was my turn to groan as his thick, erect cock sprung out and waited for my touch. As he sat back down, I grasped the base with one hand and lowered myself to him.
Taking the head into my mouth, I heard him moan above me as he slid deeply down my throat. As I stroked him and bobbed my head, letting his cock slide through my lips over and over, I removed my panties and tossed them away. My rhythm increased, and I felt him tense and then lift me under my arms to stand. As I stood, he kissed me again and then pulled my hips forward so I straddled him. Taking his cock in his own hand, he brushed the head through my folds, and I moaned loudly when it slid across my clit. Then he positioned himself at my opening and guided me to sit.
I placed my knees on the mattress and began to rock on him, my breasts brushing his face with each motion. His tongue flickered out to caress them, and I rocked harder with each movement, pushing him deeper into me. I marveled at the fullness of him as he penetrated me and pushed myself to relax, to let him sink deeper. I wanted all of him.
Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my ass and lifted me, and I floated in the air, my lips still clutching his cock. When I realized he wasn’t immediately putting me down, I rocked experimentally and realized I could. I fucked him as I sat weightless in his arms, and then he turned, walking back to the bed. He laid me down, temporarily exiting me, and I scooted back until my head rested on the pillows. He followed me but stopped as he got close. Dipping his head between