Oh my God... I was going to be Parker’s wife! I mean, I knew things had been going well recently, but I wasn’t expecting this! We just didn’t talk about our future, we both just seemed to know that we were going to last... but to have that made official felt incredible.

This had to be the best day ever, not only was my career finally becoming real, the man of my dreams was my fiancé, soon to be husband. Being married wasn’t something I’ve ever thought about before, but now it was the only thing I cared about in the world.

“I love the ring,” I panted breathlessly while kissing him all over his face. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“It’s a classic, just like you,” he replied sounding just as happy as I felt. “I saw it and instantly fell in love.”

With that, I felt that intense and powerful need building up inside of me again. I assumed the chemistry I felt with Parker would subside a little with time, I certainly didn’t expect to find myself just as horny for him a year later. What I had with Parker was still fiery, still incredibly exciting, and I couldn’t see that ever changing. Especially not now that I was going to be his wife.

“What sort of wedding do you want?” I asked with a playful smirk as I led Parker towards the bedroom. Our apartment was so much smaller than the home I shared with my father, it was tiny compared to the monstrosity Carson lived in, but it was ours. It was bigger than where Parker used to live, so he loved it for that reason, whereas I adored it for being my own. “Big... or tiny? How many guests do we want? And when shall we have it?”

“I don’t know,” Parker shrugged and smirked. “I didn’t think any of those details through. To be honest I assumed you’d want to take over the planning side of things... that’s far more your deal than mine.”

“You aren’t getting off scot-free.” I wrapped my arms tightly around him and pressed my lips gently up against his. “But yeah, I think I’ll be much better at organizing than you.”

We moved backward until I tumbled onto the bed, and Parker climbed up over me. The weight of his body was now extremely familiar to me, but I still didn’t feel like I knew every inch of him. I kept finding new parts of his skin to discover, and I loved the constant adventure I was on.

“Where did this scar come from?” I asked, running my fingers lightly over his wrist. “I don’t think I’ve noticed that one before.” I kissed it gently, expecting to hear another war story, but what I got instead was quite a sweet story.

“I caught my wrist while opening a beer bottle earlier. I needed something to steady my nerves.”

Picturing Parker organizing all of this, thinking about him throwing all of this together just for me brought the heat back around us. Parker was wonderful, willing to do anything for me, and I never took that for granted. As I traced my fingers down his strong jawline, I knew that I was the luckiest woman alive.

And then I couldn’t control myself any longer. I clawed at his shirt as if I was a desperate, needy freak. I did feel that way, it was as if there was a tight metal coil tightly woven into my stomach, and it was on the brink of exploding at any given moment.

“Oh God, I love this body,” I moaned loudly as his abs sprung free. “You are so damn sexy.”

“You better not just be marrying me for my body,” he teased, while tugging at my top soon. “I hope you know that I do have a brain too.”

“Yeah, yeah, if you say so. You know for me it’s all about the muscles!”

We burst into the comfortable laughter that could only come from being together long enough to have inside jokes and our very own language. I loved that Parker and I had our own little world, it made me feel included, and it helped me with my self-esteem. Now I felt worthy, and it was the confidence which had led me to where I was today.

My bra fell away, and Parker gasped in happy surprise as if this was the first time he was seeing me naked. As his fingers tugged and teased my nipples, I decided that it was time for him to get a treat of his own. While his tongue explored the inside of my mouth, my fingers crept slowly down his body. I wanted to feel him, to hold him, to taste him, and as Parker seemed to sense that his entire body stiffened with desire.

“Don’t tease me,” he warned, “I don’t know if I can handle it today, not now that you’re my fiancée.”

I dipped my hand into his underwear and I clutched onto his throbbing cock, sending an angry pulse bursting from my core. I wanted to feel him inside of me, I was gagging and desperate for it, but not yet. Soon, though...

I curled my fingers tightly around him and I moved my touch up and down him; slowly at first, but faster as he shuddered.

“Oh fuck, Hannah,” he grunted into my hair. “What are you doing to me?”

“You just wait and see!”

I pushed myself upwards, before shoving him back into a lying position. He stared up at me in blatant shock while I took all the control from him. Parker usually liked to take charge of things in the bedroom – which I sure as hell enjoyed too – but every so often I adored mixing things up, and the night of our engagement was definitely one of those.

I traced my lips down his chest, pausing only to enjoy every scrap of him, while slowly working my way down. I was still touching him with my hands, but he knew where I was going, and as he fisted the sheets beneath him I could tell that he wouldn’t be able to last too much longer.

Soon I was near enough to inhale his masculine scent, which made my heart pound quicker. God I loved the smell of Parker, everything about him set me on fire. I moved my mouth in, allowing him to feel my breath on him, and from the way his back arched and his breaths became sharp and ragged, that was teasing him into submission. I pressed my lips up against him and fluttered kisses everywhere.

“I... I told you not to tease,” he begged feebly. “I can’t take it, I’m gonna lose it...”

He was telling the truth, I knew his body well enough to know that much, so I went in for the kill and I wrapped my lips around him before pushing him as far down the back of my throat as I could manage. He filled up my mouth, having him between my lips made it difficult to breathe because there was just so much of him, but I loved the powerful way it made me feel. It caused my hot, wet desire to increase tenfold because I loved turning Parker wild.

He was a strong man, very tough to the rest of the world, so it made it that much more special to have him crumbling for me. I loved that I could do that to him.

“Oh fuck, oh my God.” As his hands made their way into my hair, I knew that he was getting close. I was slowly edging my way towards a crossroad; did I continue on with what I was doing, allowing his sweet, salty desire to slide down my throat, or did I want to really feel him?

God damn it, I was enjoying myself, but I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t get my way too. It was with regret that I pulled my mouth away, but only for a moment, because as I pulled the rest of my clothing right off, and I straddled Parker, the delighted look in his eyes made it all worth it.

“I love you,” he mumbled, adding some romance to the moment as I slid down over his length. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you too,” I replied heavily, angling myself in a way that every thrust would brush past my clit. “And I can’t wait to call you my husband.”

His hands explored my breasts and my curves as I rode Parker at varying paces. One moment I got lost in the romance and I slowed things right down just so that I could stare into those gorgeous eyes of his, the next moment the desire would control me entirely and I’d move hard and fast.

The pleasure was building, I could feel it rising within me, heating up every single one of my limbs. The bliss was phenomenal, it was buzzing and growing inside of me with every passing second, and that had my head falling to one side with sheer joy. Any moment now, Parker would control every single inch of me, and I was more than happy to surrender completely.

“Oh shit!” The tsunami of pleasure shattered over me, wildly and relentlessly. I was crumbling, shuddering, falling apart, and to help me with that Parker bolted upright into a sitting position, and he held me close to his body. I could hear his thundering heart rate as he pressed my head into his chest. “Oh God, Parker.”

As I could feel Parker becoming slack and faltering too, I pressed my lips up against his, building up the bond even more. We were solid now, we were cemented, and that felt incredible.

We crashed on the bed next to one another, panting and glowing in our post-coital bliss. This was the most satisfaction that I’ve ever felt in my life, in all aspects, and that felt wonderful. I could finally be ‘me’, and that novel concept felt amazing.

“You know, I do have some dinner cooked,” Parker turned to smile brightly at me. “I was supposed to propose during dinner, which is why it’s the best food ever made...”

“Stop selling it to me! My stomach’s already growling, it could be a crappy takeaway and I’d be happy... but of course I’m happy that you’ve made something for me.” I suddenly realized that this statement might have hurt his feelings. “I appreciate all the effort you’ve made. I know you’re an amazing cook anyway, so I can’t wait to taste what you’ve made for me. Is it my favorite?”

“This is the day I wanted to propose to you... of course it’s your favorite.”

I threw my t-shirt over my head and tore towards the kitchen, a different hunger consuming me, and as I reached the other room I felt overwhelmed once more by how much effort he’s put in. This was the greatest day of my whole damn life, I wanted to weep joyfully with the awesomeness of it all.

I had a man that I loved, and who loved me equally... what could be better than that? My dad adored Parker too, and he already told me that Mom would’ve approved – which was the first time I’ve ever heard that – everything was settled and happy inside of me.

I hope you do like Parker, Mom, I thought in my mind, which was a comforting habit that I’ve gotten into recently. Because he’s going to be my husband, my forever more!