“Oh, okay,” I say laughing. My laughter dries up quickly when I see the way he’s looking at me though.
“Fuck, baby girl. You are so fucking beautiful. You know that don’t you?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “No one has ever told me that before.” He leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips before moving down my body. His lips wrap around my nipple. My head drops back, the moan on my lips escapes. His mouths tightens until he’s biting me. The line between pleasure and pain is blurred and I am not sure why I like it so much. I groan when he stops. Instead of saying anything, he reaches into the shower and turns it on. He kisses me again while the water heats up. Then I am in the shower. All I can do is stand there while he lovingly washes my body, even my hair. I can’t remember the last time someone washed my hair for me, but I love the feel of his hands on me.
I never want him to stop touching me.
Everything is happening fast, but I want it all, and I want it now. My dick grows harder and harder as my soapy hands roam over her gorgeous body. Taking her in the park was not my intention; she deserved so much better than that, but I can’t be too upset about it. She’s a fucking goddess.
Once she’s nice and clean, I drop to my knees in front of her and kiss her thighs spreading them wide before burying my face in her pussy and eating her. I’ve tasted heaven now and nothing else will ever do. I have to start and end my day with this now.
“Manuel, please. Please. I need more, she begs. Her pretty begging makes my cock even harder. I’m almost afraid it’ll never be soft again, but none of that matters as long as she’s satisfied.
“Come baby girl, then I’ll take you to our bed,” I tell her, going back to her pussy. I drag my tongue through her slit, gathering more of her cream. Her thighs shudder around me and I know she’s close. Her hands tighten in my hair as she screams her pleasure into the rapidly cooling water. Satisfied, I stand and help her out of the shower drying every inch of her body.
Then I lead her to bed where I worship her like she deserves.
After, we lie there are, spent and entwined.
“Marry me,” I whisper into the darkness, needing her bound to me more than I need my next breath.
“I thought I was already marrying you,” she says, giggling.
“Marry me tomorrow,” I clarify. I’d do it now if I could, but short of going to Vegas, tomorrow will have to do.
“Yes. Tomorrow.” She agrees readily. Thank fuck, I honestly don’t know what I’d do if she had said no.
“I love you, Adriel. I don’t know why I love you so quickly. All I know is that I do.”
“I love you too, Manuel. It must be fate or destiny, or God. I love you whatever the reason why. Love is never wrong, no matter what. It cannot fail.”
I kiss her again just as her stomach rumbles.
“Get dressed baby girl. Let me feed you.” She jumps up and pulls my t-shirt on and it’s like a dress on her. I wait while she pulls her sweats back on through. No one gets to see her like this but me.
Of course, the kitchen is full of my family members. Adriel grabs my hand and presses herself into my side.
“Hello, son,” Dad says, smirking at me. “Who do we have here?”
“Mom, Dad, this is Adriel. She’s my girl.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Adriel,” Mom says, pulling her away from me and into a huge hug.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Adriel says.
“Are you guys hungry? I was going to whip up so late night pasta. Who’s in?”
A resounding chorus of yeses fill the room and we help get the table set and a salad made. Then we sit down as family and eat dinner.
Later back in my room, she tells me that she’s never had a meal that didn’t involve hellfire and brimstone. I assured her she never will again. I
The next morning, we got to the courthouse bright and early to be the first ones before the magistrate. With just my parent’s as our witnesses, Adriel became my wife. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I’ll spend the rest of my life earning her.
SIX WEEKS LATER
I jumped into this thing with Manuel headfirst, eyes open. It seems like the first month we were together, we had sex every five seconds, so I am not at all surprised by the positive pregnancy test in my hands. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and smile. I am so excited. We’ve done nothing to prevent it, but we haven’t really talked about it either, but he’s my husband and I know that he’ll love our children with everything in him. I finish getting ready for the day and head into my job at the shop. I have been the receptionist for two weeks and while it's easy work, it’s always busy. Not to mention, there is never a dull moment here. If Manuel’s younger brothers, Sebastian, Alex, and Mateo aren’t arguing about something, their employees are. Big Manny, as I call him, usually has to break it up but he does so with a smile on his face.