Three months later…

I stand in our living room as he kisses me for the longest time, moving his hands up to touch my heaving breasts while I moan into his perfect mouth and feel my arousal in my groin growing.

I’m soaking wet as he lifts me up and carries me to our bedroom. Oh, God, he's more than I could ever need. I feel lost in his embrace as he holds me in close and tight.

I feel my body melt as he places me down on the bed and kisses my neck. He undoes the zip on the back of my dress, and then he slowly pulls it down as I let out a breath, feeling his passion and want for my horny, desperate body.

“I love you, Isobel,” he says as he places his hand on the mound of my pussy.

His fingers press into the inside of my panties and I let out a moan as he pulls them down hard and fast eyeing my body as he lifts my legs up to peel them off.

“I love you,” I say as he moves his finger to his mouth, expressing his gesture to quiet me as he devours my body in my bedroom.

He reaches down and falls in between my legs as he unclasps my bra and lets it fall to the unsuspecting floor. I watch him as he takes a mouthful of my breast into his passionate mouth. He’s perfect in every way. He groans as he tastes me and then gets up and kneels on the bed stripping as he looks at me with a devilish grin.

“You're going to get this all of the time.”

I don't know what he means exactly, but I love it. I want him to take me like this every time.

His muscles ripple as he places himself down on my wet open pussy, tasting my arousal only as my legs stay open for him. He flicks his tongue over my swollen clitoris and I feel raw and alive, lighted and heated by his touch which makes my body shudder from deep inside its core.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet. Like honey!”

His words arouse me as enters in a finger to tease and play with my wet, soaked walls.

“Oooh,” I say, every time he hits the spot.

I arch my back as he fingers me. A medium pace achieved while he licks my nub that sends tingles into me like nothing I have felt before.

We love each other.

That’s what makes all the difference, this time. We are on fire, sexually and emotionally as well.

His cock rubs on my leg as he fingers my pussy and licks, using his eyes to tempt me every so often as he watches me enjoy his pleasuring. I know he likes to look at me as I moan out loud for him.

Then it happens... everything aligns, and my orgasm sweeps over me like a broom on the linoleum floor. It’s so powerful and perfect that I curl my toes and grasp the satin sheets as I moan out his name.

“Christian…”

His eyes light up, and he looks deeply into my eyes.

“Turn over; I’m taking you from behind!” I feel my body ignite.

I do as he says and places myself on all fours with my pussy soaking and ready for him to enter me. He pulls my hair and pushes the scope of his shaft inside as I let out a gasp of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It fills my walls, and I am in Heaven as he pushes in deep and fast. Fucking me perfectly like I'm the last woman on the planet.

Like I matter, and we matter together as one.

“Fuck, baby, you're perfect,” he says as he lets his cock slide into me hard and profound.

“Ah” I continue moaning as he touches my secret place.

This is pure Heaven on Earth.

I feel my body crave him as he pushes in and out of me like a boss. The one that he used to be to me. He holds my ass and pulls his arousal out and pushes me down in passion, so my back’s touching the bed. He places his cock inside me as he kisses my mouth and his hips wrestle to delve deeper and make me feel whole again.

I never knew I was so empty until now.

His cock slides in and out and my walls moisten as I feel another delightful orgasm light up my body.

I come, and I moan, “Fuck, Isobel. You’re the most beautiful woman alive.”

He thrusts more slowly now, holding my body close in his tight embrace.

If this is what love feels like, then I want it all the time. It's like nothing else will ever matter. I lay underneath him, and I watch his hips move. His warm body holds mine like we’re one person. Together at last.

“Aaah,” he filters out as his lips push each breath out on my sensitive neck.

I feel like I’ve come completely undone and it’s as if everything that has happened between us has led us to this one, perfect moment. I have never really believed in fate or destiny ‘till now, but I can tell you that it is real and genuine.

His body heaves a few more times. He’s going to come inside me, and I want it more now than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

"Fuck, baby!” he places his soft lips onto mine, and his seed shoots into me like he was made for me.

But only in my body. He can only be mine.

We lay together, and he holds me from behind. Spooning me like I am his delicious treat that he just has to have.

“I love you Christian Stern.”

“I love you more, soon-to-be-Isabel Stern.”

I turn to face him, “Are you proposing?”

He smiles, “Not in bed and not like this, but I may do one day. You just wait and see.”

I laugh and say, “Maybe I’ll say yes and maybe I’ll say no.”

He turns me around and says, “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll say yes. But I just want it to be right not only for you, but for me.”

He’s right. I found out that age has no foundation of the maturity of a person. We’re a decade apart and sure I hadn’t experienced as much as he had done, but I knew about people. I knew how to love. Christian’s getting there, but it’s going to take a lot more than a few weeks, maybe months. But either way, I’ll know that it’ll be worth waiting for. And I’ll be right here waiting.