I gasp, my heart beginning to thunder against my rib cage.
Oh my God.
Is this happening?
He takes the ring out of the box and holds it in between his fingers. A beautiful emerald stares back at me, the stone is surrounded by tiny diamonds, the band is shaped in an infinity twist that winds all the way around.
“Marry me.”
The world around me stops spinning. I’m stunned into silence.
“W-what?” I gasp, barely able to form the words.
“I want you to marry me, Hayley. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, as your husband. I can’t think of a better way to grow old, than next to you. Will you be my wife?”
Tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.
“Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.”
A wide smile spreads across his face as he guides the ring onto my finger and rises to his feet, pulling me into his arms and crashing his lips to mine as he lifts me off the ground, twirling me around, just as an explosion of fireworks are released across the city, lighting up the sky in an array of colour, but I don’t care, not anymore. The only thing that matters to me is that I’m here, in the arms of the man I love, the man that’s going to be my husband. I lock my legs around his waist, breaking the kiss briefly to catch my breath.
“Kyle,” I pant against his lips. “Take me to bed.”
Chapter 51
Kyle
We fall onto my bed, with me on my back and Hayley straddling me, my fingers digging into her thighs as she rolls her hips on top of me, grinding into my crotch, making my already hard cock, even harder. Her hands are pressed into the mattress either side of my head as she holds herself up, our lips fused together.
She sits up, bringing her shirt over her head, throwing it to the ground, followed by her bra.
Fuck she’s so beautiful. And all mine.
She begins unbuttoning my shirt slowly, too slowly.
I want to rip of our clothes as quickly as possible so I can be inside her, but I like that she’s taking control, that she feels confident and comfortable enough to do so, so I let her carry on.
She reaches the final button and opens my shirt wide. She dips down and kisses across my chest, as she continues grinding against me, a deep groan escaping my lips from deep in my throat.
She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, all the while working her way down my body, kissing a path down my stomach until her face is level with my crotch. She undoes my jeans and frees me of the constraints of my jeans and boxers. I'm completely naked, lying on the mattress, my legs dangling over the edge, my cock hard and ready.
She reaches for her own jeans and slides them down her legs, along with her panties.
All the air leaves my lungs at the sight of her.
She’s perfect.
She rounds the side of the bed and reaches into the nightstand, returning shortly with a condom. She's back on top of me in a flash, tearing open the small foil packet before rolling the condom down over my length.
“Fuck,” I moan as she grips me, pumping me a few times before guiding herself down onto me, she’s so wet, and I slip inside her with ease.
We both moan as she slides down on my cock until I’m buried deep inside her.
My hands reach out to grip her thighs as she begins to move above me, slowly rising up and down on top of me.
“That’s it baby, ride me,” I groan, eliciting a whimper from her.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this girl will be the death of me, but it’s the only way I want to go.
Fuck dying of some shitty disease or the flu, fuck drowning or being hit by a moving truck, if I’m going to die, I only ask for one wish, that I die while I’m inside the woman I love, the woman who is my everything, the woman who is going to be my wife.
I wrap an arm around her back and pull myself up so that I’m sat up, my chest flush against hers as my mouth collides with hers, my tongue invading her mouth.
I tighten my hold on her as I begin to thrust my hips up into her, matching her movements, sending me even deeper inside her.
My mouth travels down to her jaw, to her neck, working my way down to her chest where I take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking on it, nipping at it gently. Her head falls back as she moans my name through jagged breaths. I take her right nipple into my mouth and do the exact same thing to this one. Her hands find my hair, weaving her fingers through it, tugging gently.
I roll her onto her back, her legs widening for me.
“Kyle,” she pants. “Make love to me.”
I kiss her lips as I grip her wrists in my hands, pinning them either side of her head as I work on top of her with long, hard strokes.
Long, and slow.
“Kyle,” she moans as she clenches around me, her walls gripping my cock like a vice as the first wave of her climax rolls through her.
Her legs wrap around my waist, the heels of her feet digging into the flesh of my ass.
“Say it again, say you’ll marry me.”
Her eyes meet mine and she smiles up at me. “I’ll marry you, Kyle. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
I return her smile and dip down, taking her mouth hungrily.
She clenches around me again.
She’s close.
I thrusts a little harder, increasing my pace just a little. “Come with me, Hayley.”
She does.
She comes hard. And so do I.
We fall over the edge together, our moans mixing with each other’s.
A wave of ecstasy spreads out through my body.
My head falls into the crook of her
