It was our year anniversary and I had planned a romantic dinner at the house. Ysabelle hadn’t been feeling well for a few days and went to the doctor that morning. She called to tell me it was stress related and that she was going to go check on a few things at the bar and would be home for dinner. I knew she was emotionally spent. She had been distant and withdrawn since Julia left. She was pulling away from me more and more every day. I gave her space, hoping that it was the right decision. I didn’t want to push her, knowing that it wouldn’t work—it’d only make it worse. I wanted to make it a special evening for her. I prepared all her favorite foods and bought the most expensive bottle of champagne I could find.

Chance started barking when he heard the garage door open.

“Hey, Chance, how’s my boy?” she greeted, scratching his head. “Wow! What’s all this?” she asked looking at the dining room table.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her to me. “You never let me hold you anymore, unless we’re in bed.”

She snuggled into my chest and it was the first time since Julia left that I actually felt her. She embraced me the way she used to, like she didn’t want to let me go.

“You okay?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.

“Mmm hmm…”

“I told you I wanted to spoil you tonight for our anniversary.”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

We ate dinner, laughed and talked. It was great, but there was something behind her eyes that had been there since they left. She hid it well, although I could tell.

“Do you want your gift?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Of course.” 

God I missed that smile.

I left to go grab her gift and when I came back, there was a wrapped present for me on the table.

I handed it to her. “You first.”

She opened it and gasped. “Oh my God, Sebastian.”

It was a white gold Cartier bracelet and I had our initials engraved on it.

“The salesman told me there’s a story behind these bracelets, you're supposed to give them to someone that you want to be with forever. Once it's locked and screwed in place, your love is eternal.”

She looked up at me with glossy eyes. “Thank you.”

“Here let me help you put it on.” I grabbed her wrist and put in place. “Gorgeous.”

She smiled.

“Open yours.”

I opened it and it was a Rolex silver vintage watch.

“I bought it for you when we were in Miami. The salesman said that antique watches are supposed to be timeless pieces and given to someone that is forever. Endless.”

“Thank you, Ysa, I love it.” I put it on. “I guess we had a theme without even knowing it, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

I kissed her.

“You did all this, I’ll clean up.”

I nodded. I wanted to prepare for her next surprise. I finished as I heard her calling out my name down the hallway.

“Sebastian, where did you—” she broke in, walking into our bedroom.

The whole room was lit with candles and there were rose petals all over the place and on the bed.

“Wow, it’s like a book scene in here,” she added.

“Happy anniversary, Ysa.”

“You’re going to make me cry.”

“Come here.”

“Sebastian, let me go change and put on lingerie.”

“I don’t care about any of that. I want you. Come here.”

She walked over to me and stood in between my legs, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at her.

She gazed down at me with a look I couldn’t quite read.

“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She shyly smiled and slid the straps of her dress down her body, leaving her bare with just panties. She attentively watched as I grabbed the edge of her panties to bring her closer to me. I leaned forward and kissed her navel and she sucked in a deep breath, her body trembled as I kissed all around her abdomen. I tried to ignore the prevailing thoughts of wanting to see her pregnant, but as I continued to caress her stomach, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to what it would be like kissing my child through her growing belly. The child that I put there, the one that we made out of our love.

Her breathing became erratic as I continued to fantasize about a future that appeared to be further away each day. I looked up to her closed eyes and there were a few tears flowing down her face.

Ysa,” I coaxed. “What’s wrong?”

She slowly opened her eyes with a huge smile on her face. “Nothing. They’re happy tears.”

She lowered herself to the floor before I could give it any more thought and stared into my eyes; there was so much emotion behind her expression it was hard to follow. I was always in tune with what her eyes shared with me, but in that second, they were indescribable. It was like she was torn with what she was feeling, her mind was spiraling out of control and it was wreaking havoc on her soul. I could actually feel the pained glare on her face. It was a window to what was happening in her mind.

It was more than I could have ever imagined, she had never looked at me like that before. When her delicate fingers caressed the sides of my face, it was as if she was making a memory. I was at a loss for words.

“Sebastian, stop thinking. Just feel, just be with me,” she whispered, sensing my apprehension.

She reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I watched as she started tracing the outline of my bare chest and around my heart that beat just for her. She smiled, reading my thoughts I was sure.  Her fingers crept toward my shorts to unbutton them and pull them down with my boxers. My hard cock sprang lose. I held in a breath when she licked along the tip and then her warm lips took me in. She gilded them in a slow, torturous rhythm, taking me deep and then back out. Her eyes never left mine as I closely observed her making love to me with her mouth.

I grabbed her hair by the nook of her neck and brought her lips up to meet mine. I pecked her at first; teasing her with the tip of my tongue along the outline of her perfect, pouty mouth that was slightly swollen from sucking my cock. Her tongue sought mine and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord and taking what the other needed. There was something agonizing about the way we were kissing each other, it was urgent and demanding and all-consuming. We both couldn’t get enough of each other and wanted more. Wanted everything.

I carried her up my body, never breaking our kiss, our connection. I gently laid her down onto the bed and placed myself on top of her. She roughly grabbed the back of my neck, bringing me closer, wanting to make us one person and kissing me like her life depended on it. My fingers ran against her cheek and then down to her breasts, as I caressed them lightly, grazing my fingers around her nipples and then along the cup, all while I kept my other hand firmly in place behind her neck.

“Sebastian,” she moaned, in a voice I didn’t recognize.

Our bodies moved like they were made for each other, nothing ever compared or even came close to when we made love. I knew that’s what she wanted. Ysabelle wasn’t a making love kind of woman; it didn’t matter because it always felt like we were, even when the act was rough. There was something about her in that moment that wanted me to go slow; she wanted to feel like I owned her body, mind, and soul. She wanted to feel safe and worshiped; I gladly distributed it to her, but her body was also burning with a longing for something else that I couldn’t identify.

I could feel her rapid beating heartbeat on my chest and I placed my hand on it and she dotingly opened her eyes.

My girl.

The devotion, commitment, love, and adoration were spilling out of her dilated, intensely piercing green eyes that always showed me the world. It was glowing out of her and engraving itself into my heart, right where it belonged. I hadn’t seen it in such a long time and I was literally fucking shattering.

Mine.

“I love you, please don’t ever think that I don’t love you. I didn’t know the meaning of the word until I met you. You will always own every part of me. It’s yours,” she expressed with lust and sincerity.

“My girl.”

“Yours. Always yours,” she reaffirmed.

I tenderly kissed all over her face, along her jawline, her forehead, and on the tip of her nose, placing my cock on her clit. I rested my elbows on the sides of her face with my whole body displayed on top of her. I rocked back and forth on the bundle of nerves in a steady motion, grabbing her by the chin to once again claim her mouth. It started off slow, but my movements became urgent and more demanding, her mouth parted and I felt wetness slipping out of her and onto my balls.

Her eyes widened in pleasure. I effortlessly thrust into her in one plunge and her back arched off the bed and I immediately lapped at her neck and breasts, leaving tiny marks all over, I didn’t want to move, I wanted to enjoy the sensation of her pussy clamping down on me and of us becoming one. She started to rock her hips and I took her silent plea, gyrating my hips and making her legs spread wider to accommodate me.

“That feel good?” I groaned, making my way back up to her mouth.

“Yes…deeper…harder,” she breathed out.

Her arms reached around me and she hugged me against her body, wanting to feel my entire weight on her. I leaned my forehead on hers and I didn’t even have to tell her to open her eyes to look at me. They were already opened, looking lively and thriving and full of love for me. Our mouths were parted, still touching and we were both panting profusely, trying to feel each and every sensation of our skin on skin contact. I swear the pounding of our hearts echoed off the walls. I felt myself starting to come apart and Ysabelle was right there with me, waiting to take the mind-blowing dive together. I put all my weight on my right knee and used the other for more momentum to push in and out. She moved her hands to my ass, holding on tightly, making my dick shove deep within her core.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she continually moaned, climaxing all around my cock and taking me right along with her.

I shook with my release and kissed her passionately until I was hard again and we continued to make love all night.