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.“Good, I’m glad,” he said, and although our words changed, what he was doing to me didn’t, even as my body did.He kept doing what was working, knowing how to get me off because he actually gave a damn about my pleasure.“Did you miss me today?” I asked, knowing the answer.Or at least, I thought I did.“I missed this ass,” he growled, taking my ass with his free hand and giving it a squeeze.“And these tits,” he continued, grabbing my breasts hard.I squirmed and arched my back but he didn’t slip out of me, continuing to thrust in and out while tracing the shapes on my clit he knew I liked best.“You’re so wet, Kim, I know you missed this dick.”“I missed you too, honey,” I said, rolling my eyes, and, with my arms now free, pulling him close to me, deeper inside of me as our chests met and his body warmed mine.To think, Lawrence and I had gotten so far in our relationship that we were traveling the world together, with these miniature romantic getaways, was surreal.I’d been wrong about him and how he felt about me, and although sometimes, Lawrence and I didn’t like to talk about that, about our feelings, it was evident to anyone that saw us together that we cared about each other deeply and that we were truly and forever in love.The feeling of Lawrence inside of me, his thick shaft filling me from my G spot to my entrance, over and over, like the crashing waves against the shore almost outside our window, was so steady that it was hypnotic, putting both mind and body under a trance, as if he was whispering to me, over and over, to relax, to relax.With Lawrence both inside of me and playing with the outside of me, my mind was blank, the only feelings flowing through me being those of pure ecstasy.“Faster,” I asked, not begged, although it must have sounded that way.“Harder.”He did both, and perfectly, reaching up a hand to take mine, to feel my grip tighten as I exploded around him at the same time he let loose his cum inside of me, and we became one, the way that we did every night (and many afternoons like this.and mornings, and nooners) together.I lay there, nuzzling with Lawrence, until I broke the silence when I realized something.“Lawrence?”“Yeah?” he said, turning to give me a kiss on my forehead, a kiss I didn’t have to work for or beg for or be teased by the potential of, the kind of kiss that didn’t need announcing, the kiss that just announced itself.I wiggled my feet and he looked.“We forgot to take off our socks.”We took a shower, got changed, and walked outside, not to the garden, but to a beach just five minute’s walk from the inn, a beach where rain was normal and expected.We hadn’t been on a rainy beach since that day in June, after finals and before graduation, and so much had changed: we were living together, making plans for my future, figuring out what we wanted from each other, and actually dealing with real, adult problems like real adults.He’d been patient, and I’d been mature, but most importantly, we’d been loving, to one another, and understanding, of one another.The rain was expected.but I didn’t expect for him to get down on one knee, his designer jeans in the wet sand, and pull out a small box from a plastic baggie in his jacket pocket.I didn’t expect for it to be small and robin’s egg blue with silver trim, and I didn’t expect for it to contain a perfect loop of white gold, without any flaws, the kind of ring that I could trace my fingers around for hours if it wasn’t for one little thing.Or really, more accurately, one big thing.One big, shiny, expensive, unexpected, but totally amazing thing: a single large diamond, not white or pink or chocolate, but a gray-blue the same color as Lawrence’s eyes, and just as easily able to change color, even in the low light, as it reflected everything from the sky to the ocean to the tears streaming down my face.“Kim Lee, I know that things haven’t been perfect.You and I have something that’s worth fixing, something that’s worth building, something that’s worth us.You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt this way about, I swear, and I don’t want to be known as the bachelor billionaire anymore.I know that it could take a long time to forgive me for what’s gone on, and, let’s be honest.to forgive yourself.But how does forever sound?” he asked.“L-Lawrence, w-what are you saying?” I asked in kind, stuttering not because of the cold or the wet but because I didn’t know if this was real life or a dream.“Kim Lee, will you take me, Lawrence Lamont, to be your fiancé, and, eventually, your husband? I promise to spend the rest of my days earning your trust, your love, and your happiness [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]