"Of course!" I get giddy, and his smile in response to my answer makes my heart so happy. I walk over and crawl onto his lap. "I was nervous for a second that you were proposing."
"I know,” he giggles, “I wanted to tease you a little to gauge your reaction. Then, after your aunt’s comment earlier today, I knew the look on your face was going to be priceless."
"You're cruel." He leans in to kiss me.
He grabs my face in his hands and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. What started out as a kiss is now escalating at a rapid pace. I rip off my nightshirt, and he palms my breasts with both hands and plays with my nipples while running his lips down my chest.
I tug at his shirt, and he releases me briefly to pull it over his head and throw it on the floor next to mine. I press my body into his, melting over the warmth of his bare skin on mine.
I run my hands all over the soft skin of his abs, down to his shorts. I pull on the elastic band of his shorts, and he lifts his hips up, me with him, and pulls them down.
All I'm wearing under my nightshirt is a pair of panties, which he now pulls to the side. He touches me between my thighs and massages in gentle circles at first.
He brings two fingers up to my lips, and I open my mouth to suck on them. He takes those fingers and enters me, moving in and out, getting me really wet. I stroke his hard cock while he plays with me, running my fingers over the tip tospread his precum.
I try my best to quiet my moans since B's bedroom is right next door, and my parents' bedroom is down the hall. I know from personal experience that these walls are very thin, or B was just really loud.
Once he gets me to come like this, he wraps an arm around me and quickly spins us so I'm lying on the bed, and he's standing at the end of it, between my legs.
He leans over me and grabs my panties with his teeth, pulling them down my legs. He straightens up and grabs the base of his cock, pushing it into me.
A few months ago, we had a talk about not using condoms during sex. Sam told me he hadn't been with anyone since me and that he got tested before we met up. I told him about Ruth, B's nurse friend at the clinic, and how I got tested regularly between partners. I've also been on birth control since I was a teenager. We agreed that we trusted each other and wanted to occasionally do it without a condom.
Even after months of having sex with him, it's still a tight fit, so he goes in slowly. Once he's all the way in, he grabs my legs and holds them up for me while thrusting from a standing position. I reach above my head and grab onto the bed to stabilize myself.
The sound of his hips smacking my ass with every thrust echoes throughout the room, but I don't care right now.
Sam clearly notices it too because after a minute, he switches things up to a position that doesn't make as much noise. He flips me over on my stomach and pulls me down so my legs hang off the bed. He enters me from behind and places his arms on either side of my head to support his weight.
He aggressively rolls his hips, and I put my face into the comforter so I can let out the sounds I've been holding back.
He picks up his pace even more, and I grab onto his wrists. With the way he positioned me, my clit is rubbing against the bed with every thrust, and I can feel myself reaching another climax.
I release one of his wrists and put my hand between my legs to help myself along. He takes his now free hand and gently presses down on my neck, pinning me to the bed.
Being gently dominated by him always gets me hot. My hips start shaking, and he can tell I'm close, so he starts thrusting harder. A light smacking sound comes from his hips hitting my ass, but not nearly as loud as before.
I turn my head and bite his meaty forearm as I come. At that, he releases my neck and pulls his cock out. Stroking it a few times, he finishes all over my back.
He leans forward and brushes the hair out of my face to kiss my cheek, and I turn more for him to kiss my lips. I remain face down so I don't spill his come all over the sheets. He goes across the room to grab the towel I used to shower earlier. It's still a little damp, which helps him clean me up. He wipes my wetness off of him and then crawls into bed with me.
I snuggle into his bare chest and kiss his soft skin.
"I love you, Sam. And I can't wait to live with you."
"I love you too, Lou." He kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair.
The only way that this Christmas could get better is if Pepin were here to celebrate with us today and if Jacob were there yesterday when we celebrated with Sam's family.
But life didn't deal us great cards this past year. I hope that this next year is filled with a lotmore happiness and less loss. But now, I have Sam here by my side to fully support me through whatever obstacles threaten to keep us from experiencing true joy.
To anyone who feels like they need to quiet all the noise with a painfully irreversible decision...
Please don't.
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
