“Well, the counter first of all. I have to make sure that the height is perfect, so when you’re cooking and I want to fuck, it’ll be easy to bend you over or take you like this.” I grind my growing erection into her core. I’m always hard when she’s around, and it’s something I’ve had to grow accustomed to. Kim scoots closer to the edge, adding her own pressure to my groin.
“What else?”
“The shower, of course. If we can’t fuck in there, it’ll have to be remodeled.”
“Do you think we should test it out?” she teases me.
“Maybe after we finish the tour.”
“What’s upstairs?” she asks. I look at the staircase and smile, because the upstairs is the most important part of the tour.
“Three bedrooms and two bathrooms.” I help her off the counter, making sure she slides down my erection before her feet touch the ground. I’m confident that we’ll be christening the house before we leave today. I kiss her lightly on the nose and take her hand in mine.
She follows me up the stairs, letting go of my hand when we come to the first room. It’s average size and would make a great guest room. I thought about finding something bigger, something with more rooms and a pool, but with this being so close to my parents’ house, it didn’t make sense.
She checks out the next room, which was used as a nursery. I see the twinkle in her eye, and her hand unconsciously glides over her stomach. I know she wants children, and I plan to give them to her.
When she gets to the master bedroom, she gasps and covers her mouth. I’ve already decorated it, sort of, with a bed and a picture on the wall.
The picture is of me, holding a ring in my hand. She walks over to it, and when she turns back to look at me, I’m on bended knee, holding a black velvet box in my hand.
“My father told me that when you find the one, the one who makes your heart beat faster, you make excuses to see them,” I began. “I make every excuse I can to drive down to see you before I have to go to rehearsal, even when I know I’ll see you on the weekends. I can’t go an hour without texting you or talking to you.
“You make me feel like I can accomplish anything, and there isn’t anything I want to do that doesn’t involve you. Kimberly, will you marry me?”
She drops to her knees, tears in her eyes. “Yes. Oh my, yes, I’ll marry you.”
My nervous hands fumble with the ring as I slip it on her finger. She holds her hand up, the sunlight hitting her diamond perfectly.
“If you don’t like it, we can get you something else.”
She shakes her head. “I love it. I love you. And I love this house.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she says, nodding. Her eyes glisten with happy tears. “And I’m going to show you.”
Kimberly has never shied away from showing me how she feels, but this time it feels different. We’re in what’s going to be our home, the place where our future will start. Her hands fumble with the buttons on my shirt, and after each button is undone, her lips press against my skin, burning the sensation into my being.
The way she undresses me is slow and methodical, almost like a present that you’re eager to open but you want to take your time with to savor the beautiful wrapping.
“Stand up,” she commands, and I do, watching her intently as she undoes my belt, letting it dangle between us. Next she opens the button on my pants and pushes my slacks and boxers to the floor, freeing my straining cock.
Kimberly licks her lips before taking me deep in her throat. My head falls back as I groan. I don’t care how many times we fuck—I’ll never get used to her mouth or pussy. Each time is like the first time. Her nails scrape along my legs and over to my ass, bringing me forward into her mouth. I thrust gently, creating some much-needed friction as she pumps me with her hand.
All of a sudden I need to be in her. I reach for her arms, pulling her up until she’s standing in front of me. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand in the sexiest fucking move I have ever seen.
“Turn around,” I demand, guiding her shoulder until her back is facing me. The swell of her ass presses against my growing erection. She shimmies against me, eager for my dick. The dress she’s wearing is one of those summer ones that flow easily and make it so fucking easy to bend her over. I bunch it up in my hands to reveal her perfect ass.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She does as I ask, and I ease her panties off. I press my cock against her, moving ever so slightly, and begin to slide into her wet folds.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I thrust into her. She cries out and reaches to steady herself against the wall. I take my time, moving in and out slowly until she starts meeting my thrusts.
“Do you want it hard?”
She looks at me over her shoulder and nods. I pull out of her, my gaze fixed on her blue eyes, which are filled with lust, desire, need, and love. She pulls her dress off and moves to the bed, beckoning me with her finger. I crawl on top of her and, suddenly and inexplicably nervous, start to tremble as I enter her. Kimberly’s fingers thread through my hair, tugging lightly. The deeper I go, the more I feel…the more this moment means.