We're both on our sides, and he pulls me towards him. He places my top leg over his and gently slides inside me. The movements are slow and measured now, making things feel even more intimate. I hadn't expected him to confess his love for me. Not at this time.
"I've never felt what I feel for you for another person in my life, Emma. You need to understand how deep this goes for me."
"I understand, Tristan. I've never been in love before you."
We look into each other's eyes as he keeps slowly guiding me towards my release. When I can't take it anymore I start pushing my hips forward at a faster pace. He groans but doesn't make me slow down. Pretty soon the coil tensing inside me springs to life and I fall over the edge.
I grab Tristan's ass and make him join me in my bliss. He responds well to my touch and his hips start moving faster and faster until he lets himself go inside of me. I feel the jets of hot cum deep in my womb and am a little disappointed that I haven't stopped using birth control. I think it's too early for that, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
We fall asleep in each other's arms, and I dream of a white picket fence and babies. I'm in love and exactly where I need to be right now.
Epilogue
2 years later
Emma
I'm excited about date night tonight. Normally we do simple stuff like pizza or an outdoor picnic, but today early in themorning, Tristan set me aside and asked me to dress nice for our date. I love to please him, so I said yes. It took me a while to find the right dress at the mall two towns away, but I found it.
It's a beautiful red number that fits me like a glove. I just know he's going to want to tear it off me and ravish me as soon as he sees it. We might not even make it to the restaurant. I won't be disappointed if that is the case. I'm finishing my hair when he knocks softly on our bedroom door.
That's unusual for him, but I go with the flow when it comes to Tristan.
"Come in."
"Are you ready, my queen?"
"Yes, I am."
I stand up and twirl for him. My smile is bright, and I marvel at how gorgeous he looks with a suit on. He looks like a model. We've been together for two years, and he still takes my breath away.
"Let's go then. We don't want to be late for our reservation."
We make small talk on the drive over, sharing our days with each other. It's a comfortable routine that settles me each and every day when we're finally together after work. I love this man so much, sometimes I want to scream it from the rooftops.
Except Storyville doesn't have many high-rises where I can scream at my heart's content. This place where we're going P’tit Paris is on the fifteenth floor of Rousseau Paradis, a hotel built around some hot springs in Storyville. I wish we were staying the night this time.
I might say something to Tristan so that we can make it happen. My parents are babysitting Buddy so we don't have to worry about him. When we get to the hotel, the valet personnel take Tristan's keys and help me out of the vehicle.
This almost feels like a special occasion, but we don't have any anniversaries coming up that I know of. Tristan offers me hisarm, and I take it as we walk inside the hotel. When we reach the fifteenth floor we are greeted by a beautiful hostess.
"Welcome, Mr. Carlton. Miss Mathews. Your table is ready."
She walks us towards an area I've never seen before and opens the French doors leading to a beautiful balcony that faces the hot springs. Tristan helps me to my seat and sits across from me.
"I didn't know this area existed. How did you find out?"
"I have my sources."
"Sneaky."
"Why this tonight? Did I forget something?"
"Can't a man want to wow the love of his life every once in a while?"
"I mean, yeah. But this is next-level luxury and I don't think I've done anything to deserve it."
His gaze darkens, and he takes my hand from across the table.
