“Who’s joking?” I turn to face her as much as I can in this seat, which swings fitfully. “Nat, what did I always write at the end of those notes I sent you while you were pregnant?”
She smiles. “‘Loved you then, love you still…’”
“Always have, and always will,” I finish off firmly. “I’m not kidding. I’m not wasting any more time. I’ve wanted to be yours since you turned up in my form room as the new girl. I have never stopped. And I’ll give you fair warning, if you say yes to this, I’m frogmarching you to Vegas or Gretna Green or wherever we can get married soonest. Because I fucking love you, and… Jesus, I had a speech all set to go, and I’m screwing this up, but - ”
She cuts me off with a kiss, calming down my ramble. “Ask me again,” she says, her forehead against mine, her happy sniffles filling me with pure, unfiltered happiness, because she’s going to say yes.
“Will you marry me?” I oblige.
“Yes,” she says, barely a split second after I finish the sentence.
Natalie Karas always gives me the best moments of my life. My first kiss. My first time. The gift that is our daughter. And now saying yes to being my wife.
“SHE SAID YES!” I yell out, and a bunch of strangers on the same ride as us whistle and applaud. And I just kiss her until the ride manager laughingly taps me on the shoulder and tells us we need to get off.
He’s not wrong.
Nat
Hand in hand, we dash back to the car as quickly as I’m able. We can come back to the fair tomorrow night. What we can’t do is wait another second to go to bed together.
We can’t even keep our hands off each other while he drives, him grasping my thigh and sliding his fingers closer and closer to my core, me continuing what I started on the ferris wheel by groping his crotch shamelessly. He’s so intoxicatingly hard that I can’t stop touching it, marvelling as it thuds like a pulse in my hand. He makes muffled groaning noises, upping the ante by rubbing my clit through my clothes.
So by the time we stumble through the front door, we’re rabid, ravenous for each other and rolling along the walls as we rip at each other’s clothes. I don’t know which way is up, and I don’t think I care; as long as he’s pressed up against me, kissing me breathless, I don’t care if I’m on the ceiling or upside down.
I wore my best purple lace bra and knickers for tonight, in anticipation of what we’re doing right now. Ever since he had the vasectomy, I’ve been desperate for this moment. I want him sobadly that my vulva has been aching for weeks. Fooling around has been fun, but nothing compares to this.
It’s even better than I remembered.
I’m not sure how we did it, but we make it to the bedroom -ourbedroom, since my birthday - and pull off the rest of our clothes, in a hurry to be naked together. His body is harder and more toned than when we were teenagers, and when he was still playing football at school he was in great shape. So seeing him like this is like a wink from the universe that I didn’t overblow any of it in my head. I have some faded stretch marks from pregnancy that make me a little self-conscious, but, judging from the tortured noises he makes as he pins me to the bed, running his hands all over me and keeping his lips glued to my skin, I have nothing to worry about on that score.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and, within seconds, the head of his cock slips against my pussy and finds its way to my entrance. I want this so badly, and I watch, thrilled, as his skin breaks out in goosebumps and he makes a helpless, desperate noise in the crook of my neck. “Please,” he begs, and gasps as I cant my hips to let him in. I feel about for his hand, and we both clutch hard, lacing our fingers together as he slides all the way in.
Ouch.It’s been such a long time since I did this, and he’s so veryveryhard, that I feel almost like a virgin again. But that soon gives way to blissful friction, the gorgeous and almost unbearable intensity of fizzing pleasure spreading outwards from where we’re joined. I’m so wet and so powerfully turned on that every stroke of his cock inside me is like being hooked up to mains electricity.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper in his ear. My god, did I ever. And to be able to do this,without a condom, and knowing that I’m safe and he won’t get me pregnant…feels like the ultimate life hack.
“Me too,” he manages, looking down at me his eyes glazed. His hips jerk fitfully, and he fights for control over his movements. “And I’ll never let anything keep us apart again.” Finally, he settles into a hard, punishing rhythm that has me seeing stars. “You,”thrust, “are,”thrust, “mine,” he insists as he fucks me, and I nod, because I am. Entirely. Neither of us are able to stop moving with each other, and when he dips his head to gently suck on my nipple, I can’t take anymore. My orgasm is so sharp that it feels like I’m being pulled by the clit, and I feel a helpless scream tearing from me as my vision whites out.
“Fuck,” he shouts through gritted teeth, “oh,fuck…uhhhhhhhh,I love you…” He continues babbling words of love to me as he pumps all those years of pain and longing and need into me, coming so hard and so much that I can feel the warmth of it spreading deep inside myself.
He puts all his weight on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me, and for a few seconds we kiss lazily, breathing in each other’s air. Then, before I know what’s happening, he flips me over so fast I squeak, wasting no time before he starts running kisses down my spine. I can feel him, still hard, trailing down my leg as he goes. “Again?” I giggle.
“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he rumbles darkly, pulling me up on my knees and pushing my shoulders down. My butt is in the air, and he eats me from behind like he’s still starved.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, driven almost crazed by the lightning-and-fireworks feeling spreading over my vulva at his tongue’s swipes and tickles. “How come it’s even better this way?”
He slaps my arse, and the sound gets me as hot as the stinging sensation. “I can taste us both,” he confides in a low voice, and that thought has me moaning and pushing harder against his tongue as he uses it to fuck me. This feels so filthy, and after depriving ourselves of exploring each other for so long, the bliss is unparalleled, sharper and sweeter and building so fast I can hardly -
Just at the second before I go over the edge, he straightens up and slams his cock into me, all the way all at once. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, and if anything pushes me even closer to release, so close that the distance between me and heaven is paper thin. And then he pulls all the way out, before pulling me back into him and pushing into me hard at the same time. Over and over. It’s so intense that, this time, my scream is silent as he shoves me into the most extreme orgasm of my life. I think what he was doing must have affected him the same way, because he can’t manage words as he comes. He just shouts out.
Tim. My Tim.The affection I feel for this man is overwhelming in this moment, and he only exacerbates things when he lies next to me, gazing at me like I’m the most beautiful and precious thing in the world while he smooths my hair behind my ear. Dotting kisses along his shoulder, I grin so hard it hurts at the thought of being able to do this every night for the rest of our lives. As long as we keep it down when Eleanor’s home.
I can’t wait to see her face when I tell her that her mother and father are getting married. We may have gotten things a bit skewed - getting together, then having a baby, then gettingtogether again, andthengetting married - but better late than never.
“Then,” he mutters, lifting his head and kissing me with a soft, sleepy mouth, “still…and always.”
I grin. “Can we get that tattooed on our arms, maybe? To commemorate our engagement?”
