warmth blanket me, putting me at peace and wrapping me up in a cocoon of her love. This right here is what it ’s all about folks. Being connected to someone. Being part of them – mind, body and soul. It’s hard to describe the utter feeling of rightness when it happens. It just is. And what it is, is perfection.
Only wh en her climax takes over, does Kara break eye contact. Her head falls back, and her eyes roll into her head. Her back and neck arches, and a low moan is stifled by her gag. Her whole body twitches and convulses with the force of her release. A few moments later, I join her and come deep inside her.
My forehead rests on hers, and I find myself panting, not from exertion but from the overwhelming need to crawl inside her and stay there forever.
Quickly undoing the cuffs and removing the gag, I then wrap Kara up in my arms and knead her arm muscles to get blood flowing back to them. Lying on the bed, our legs are wrapped around each other, and her head rests on my chest.
“I love you,” she whispers and the corners of my mouth tip up into a grin.
“I love you too, Sunshine. Thank you for letting me do that. It’s humbling how much you trust me.”
“I could never not trust you, babe. Always.”
I roll over her, pressing her back into the bed. “Marry me.” The words leave my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying.
“I thought I was,” Kara says with a look of confusion on her face.
A thought enters my brain, and at first I go to dismiss it, but then I think it just might be brilliant. Our families are going to be all together. Why not?
“No. I mean now. Soon. I want you to be my wife. Screw the big, fancy wedding. My family is here. Your parents are here. Let’s get married right after Christmas.” A huge smile takes over my face because the very thought that she will be my wife makes me downright giddy. And I don’t care if that means a hit to my masculinity, because I am, in fact, bursting with giddiness right now.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask, wanting to make sure we are both on the same page.
“Yes. You know how much I hate being the center of attention. I just about ran out on Brad and Sophie’s wedding. The last thing I’d want to do is leave you standing at the altar looking like a chump,” she jokes, and I feign being insulted.
“A chump, huh?” I ask as my fingers dig into her sides. Her body wriggles and she snorts with laughter as I continue to tickle her.
“Okay, okay! I give! You are so not a chump!” She recalls her earlier statement and swats at my arm playfully.
“What am I then? A sex god? Your master? The most kick ass, awesome man you’ve ever laid eyes on?” I could go on and on, but really what’s the point? I know I’m all those things to her already.
“Don’t make me answer that.” When I don’t let her off the hook, she begs. “Please.”
Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout and her eyes blink up at me endearingly. She knows that little innocent look of hers does me in every time. It’s the best way for her to get whatever she wants out of me.
“Fine… So, we’re doing this? In just a few days, you’ll be Mrs. Jacob Matthews?” I ask, slightly stunned by the fact that this is actually happening, and I didn’t even need to persuade her.
“Mrs. Jacob Matthews,” she echoes with a wistful sigh. “It sounds perfect.”
I kiss the tip of her nose and snuggle into her, like the big mush that she makes me. “That it does.”
Chapter Seven
Sam
I walk triumphantly out of Toys ‘R Us, pushing Tessa’s stroller. I got the damn Elmo alright. I might have had to be a little underhanded to do it, but I got it. The bitch deserved it anyhow.
“You stole her Elmo?” Michelle asks in between laughs.
“Well, technically. When the clerk put the dolls on the shelf, the women there descended like vultures. I had to push Tessa towards the side so she didn’t get hurt in the stampede and when I reached for the last
Only wh en her climax takes over, does Kara break eye contact. Her head falls back, and her eyes roll into her head. Her back and neck arches, and a low moan is stifled by her gag. Her whole body twitches and convulses with the force of her release. A few moments later, I join her and come deep inside her.
My forehead rests on hers, and I find myself panting, not from exertion but from the overwhelming need to crawl inside her and stay there forever.
Quickly undoing the cuffs and removing the gag, I then wrap Kara up in my arms and knead her arm muscles to get blood flowing back to them. Lying on the bed, our legs are wrapped around each other, and her head rests on my chest.
“I love you,” she whispers and the corners of my mouth tip up into a grin.
“I love you too, Sunshine. Thank you for letting me do that. It’s humbling how much you trust me.”
“I could never not trust you, babe. Always.”
I roll over her, pressing her back into the bed. “Marry me.” The words leave my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying.
“I thought I was,” Kara says with a look of confusion on her face.
A thought enters my brain, and at first I go to dismiss it, but then I think it just might be brilliant. Our families are going to be all together. Why not?
“No. I mean now. Soon. I want you to be my wife. Screw the big, fancy wedding. My family is here. Your parents are here. Let’s get married right after Christmas.” A huge smile takes over my face because the very thought that she will be my wife makes me downright giddy. And I don’t care if that means a hit to my masculinity, because I am, in fact, bursting with giddiness right now.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask, wanting to make sure we are both on the same page.
“Yes. You know how much I hate being the center of attention. I just about ran out on Brad and Sophie’s wedding. The last thing I’d want to do is leave you standing at the altar looking like a chump,” she jokes, and I feign being insulted.
“A chump, huh?” I ask as my fingers dig into her sides. Her body wriggles and she snorts with laughter as I continue to tickle her.
“Okay, okay! I give! You are so not a chump!” She recalls her earlier statement and swats at my arm playfully.
“What am I then? A sex god? Your master? The most kick ass, awesome man you’ve ever laid eyes on?” I could go on and on, but really what’s the point? I know I’m all those things to her already.
“Don’t make me answer that.” When I don’t let her off the hook, she begs. “Please.”
Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout and her eyes blink up at me endearingly. She knows that little innocent look of hers does me in every time. It’s the best way for her to get whatever she wants out of me.
“Fine… So, we’re doing this? In just a few days, you’ll be Mrs. Jacob Matthews?” I ask, slightly stunned by the fact that this is actually happening, and I didn’t even need to persuade her.
“Mrs. Jacob Matthews,” she echoes with a wistful sigh. “It sounds perfect.”
I kiss the tip of her nose and snuggle into her, like the big mush that she makes me. “That it does.”
Chapter Seven
Sam
I walk triumphantly out of Toys ‘R Us, pushing Tessa’s stroller. I got the damn Elmo alright. I might have had to be a little underhanded to do it, but I got it. The bitch deserved it anyhow.
“You stole her Elmo?” Michelle asks in between laughs.
“Well, technically. When the clerk put the dolls on the shelf, the women there descended like vultures. I had to push Tessa towards the side so she didn’t get hurt in the stampede and when I reached for the last
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