She said “yes.”

As I gazed into the eyes of the beautiful woman in my arms, the realization kept repeating in my head. She said yes—and my life was never going to be the same again.

Yes, the longer we twirled on the dance floor, the more certain I was becoming. This was the start of the rest of my life.

She looked so stunning in that dress that I wanted to take her face in my hands and kiss her. I wanted to kiss and kiss her and let the kisses lead me where they would. As I smiled at her and she smiled back, it took everything in me to resist this urge.

It only grew when we dashed into the photo booth and took photos with every prop they had, when we raided the food stand for handfuls of mini brownies. So, as we sat side by side, my arm slung around her, I did it. I kissed her.

I kissed her and everything went quiet—the music, all the murmurings of our classmates, even the whirr of the overhead fan. It went quiet and, drawing back, in her ear I whispered, “Want to get out of here?”

Still mid-chew, Kristin grinned and declared, “I wanted to leave ten minutes ago.”

I grabbed her hand and we left, speed walking out of the school, smiling at everybody and nobody in particular. The whole ride back to my place, we could barely keep our hands to ourselves, but by the time we pulled up to my house, we were just getting started.

As the car rolled to a stop, Kristin pressed herself to me.

“I can’t wait,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s do it now, here.”

The way her lips parted as she said it, her half-lidded eyes; there was no resisting her. When the driver opened the door, I leaned over to hand him a stack of $20 bills.

“If you would be so kind as to allow us another hour or so.”

The man’s aquiline face betrayed no emotion, he only gave a curt nod and then closed the door again. The next second I was on her, kissing the lips I loved so well, my hands tracing the body I had missed so much. Her dress slipped down easily, revealing a rhinestone-covered bra underneath. Now, Kristin was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and goddamn, I was ready to take her right then.

But there was still the rest of her dress and her bra and underwear between me and her. I undid and removed the bra easily and she helped slip off the dress and underwear. And then, there she was, completely naked and completely beautiful. My Kristin. Her porcelain skin was as soft and cool as marble, although her pussy was hot to the touch. I only brushed against it with my fingers as my lips devoured her neck.

Her moans were soft, but my dick was hard. I guided her hand to its spot in my pants, and she began running her fingers along it. While she undid my belt and pants, I teased her, slipping one finger in her pussy and out, enjoying the blossoming wetness. When I slipped a finger all the way in then all the way out, she paused to give me a desperate, furious look.

“What’s that?” I asked, teasingly, doing the same full in-out pump.

She pouted and the word came out: “More.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, repeating the motion.

Lips parting, hands working away at undoing my pants, she nodded. Grabbing my bare dick now, she got up in my face, bit my lower lip.

“More.”

So, I did it, I pushed both fingers in and got pumping while her delicate little hands slid all over my dick.

“Spit on it,” I instructed her, “Make it wet so you can jerk it nice and smooth.”

She did as she was told, and now I was groaning too. Both of our hands moving and our pelvises twisting with pleasure, the next thing to do was obvious. Taking both her hands in my one hand, I pressed myself onto her in a kiss. As my lips met hers, so did my dick meet her pussy, the tip nudging into the tight cleft.

Pushing me back, Kristin’s gaze on my now rock-hard dick, she directed her demand to my dick: “Now.”

I tilted her head so it was face to face with mine.

“What was that?”

In response, Kristin shoved her pussy onto my cock. Gazing into my eyes with a wild, desperate look, she murmured, “Fuck me. Please.”

I had no choice but to comply.

In and out I thrusted, while her pussy clasped my dick. Her pussy was so tight, such a perfect fit, I thought I was going to cum right then and there. But when I heard her breathing go shallow and saw her start to arch her back, I knew I had to keep going. So, on I pounded her, as hard and deep as I could. And—fuck, it felt so good—I was almost there, but she was almost there too. Her whole body was shaking with the oncoming orgasm.

I kept going until we were both on the edge, breathless with pleasure, locked in motion, thrusting and clasping and thrusting and I grabbed her hair, looked her in the eye and shoved my tongue down her throat. Pulling away, she came—in gasps, in body-shuddering cries. As our bodies continued their harried pulse, as I streamed load after load into her, as she cried and I groaned, and we came as one beautiful body of pleasure.

Afterwards, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I slipped out of her. And then, she naked and me half-naked, we sat there on the limo’s cool leather seats, probably supposed to leave minutes or maybe even an hour ago. It didn’t matter. Now, there was nothing to do. My arms were around her, her body leaned into me, this was enough. There wasn’t another thing we wanted to be doing. Just her and me—that in itself was enough.

The rest of the night in my house was more of the same. Our bodies were never not touching, except when one of us slipped off to the bathroom. Eating, bathing, sleeping—everything was just an opportunity for more physical contact, for more adoring looks and soft smiles. We talked but of what I couldn’t tell you. It was a constant conversation, a never-ending laugh, and a grin in word form. We were love incarnate; we were making love in between whispered conversations in bed. We fell asleep the same way, clasped in each other’s arms and talking until the sun came up and we passed out.

* * *

When we woke up, she looked so beautiful; I had to devour her once more. My kisses made their way to their favorite place.

Her pussy was just as drowsy as she was: under half-open eyes she watched me kiss and suck her outer lips. I thrust my tongue into her slit, rubbed her clit with my finger, and then switched, pumping her pussy while I licked her clit. In and out and around and around I went.

She opened her legs further, thrust her pussy into my face, her soft landing strip rubbing against my forehead. I, however, was locked in motion already, deep in her sweet-tasting pussy, licking and sucking every part of it, always returning to the finger thrusting and clit licking that had her twisting in pleasure.

On and on, I thrust and licked and sucked, my pace building gradually, irresistibly. Her coos intensified into moans, moans which became howls, which grew to one shriek as she came, hard; her whole body tensed, then, finally flopped back.

I let her lay there for a bit, allowing her recover and open her eyes before I told her: “This is where you’re living now, you know.”

A lackadaisical smile slid onto Kristin’s glowing face. “Oh yeah?”

Nodding, I took her hand.

“Yeah.”

“So, I have no choice then?”

I tapped the tip of her nose.

“Exactly.”

She giggled.

“What about my cats?”

“I thought you didn’t like them anyway.”

“Yes, but still.”

“They can make friends with Nala. The girl needs a new outlet for ignoring me, after all.”

We laughed, then Kristin continued “And all my stuff?”

Leaning in to kiss her, I whispered in her ear “Kristin, have you seen this place? I may have an extra room or two.”

And then I helped her up and we stood there, me looking at her and her looking at me. This time she was the one who kissed me and, after taking my hand, led me down the hallway, to the empty room with the big window. She opened it, sat down and patted the spot beside her.

When I sat down, smiling, she declared, “Well, I guess that settles it.”