Her breasts quiver under my teasing tongue while my body holds her down under me. Her breathing is heavy and her hands tremble in my hair. I slowly move and kiss the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat before moving my mouth over hers, devouring its softness.

Fondling a large globe, its pink nipple goes marble hard and Charlotte gasps, arching into my touch while I deepen the kiss.

My cock throbs for relief against her thigh, but I haven’t finished the slow loving I want to give her tonight. The first night as my fiancée.

Consuming her moans of pleasure, my hand sears a path down her abdomen and onto her thigh, gently creating a blazing trail of fire along her skin as she moans and writhes under my touch.

I dip my head to capture a taut, dusky pink nipple between my teeth, biting down gently as I explore her thighs with my hand, moving it slowly upwards to the heat of her arousal.

Pausing to catch my breath, I kiss her, whispering my love for each part of her as I gather her against my pulsing body. Instinctively, she arches toward mine, as she matches my urgency with her own lusty needs.

Unable to wait a moment longer to feel her slick sheath wrapped around me, I widen her thighs to accommodate my size and slowly push forward.

Charlotte arches from the bed, moaning, and arching closer to my groin until its flesh against flesh, man against woman. My body has her imprisoned in a web of growing arousal as I dip my head and brush my lips across the tight buds of her nipples.

“Tanner…so intense.” Her gaze holds mine as she gasps in sweet agony when I slowly rock my hips, my hands exploring the soft lines of her back, her waist, her hips.

“I want to touch you everywhere at once,” I mumble, slipping a hand around to her bottom, holding her still, sinking deeply into her body.

Charlotte cries out for release, urging me to move faster as her body melts against mine and my world is filled with only her...the woman I’ll love until my last breath.

Clinging to my arms, her eyelids flutter, and waves of ecstasy throbs through me. Unable to move my gaze from her expressive face, I watch as Charlotte explodes in a downpour of fiery sensation, tugging my own release from my body, in slow hard pulses.

She lies panting under me, her chest heaving, while small tremors tingle along my spent cock inside her warmth.

With huge reluctance, I slip free of her body and collapse beside her. She snuggles against me and our legs intertwine. Reaching for the quilt, I toss it over us and lie in silence, letting the night wrap around us.

We stay together like this for a while until Charlotte lifts her hand from the bed, letting her ring catch in the moonlight coming through the window. “I’ll always treasure today, Tanner. Not just the proposal. This ring. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you what it means to me that you trust me with your mother’s ring.”

I kiss the curve of her neck and admit, “She told me to give it to the woman who will hold my heart until I take my last breath…and that’s you.”

I blink back the tears forming in my eyes in remembrance, but Charlotte knows and forces my gaze to hers. “She would have been so proud of you, Tanner.” She smiles. “Not just for finding me,” she teases, “but for the man that you are today.”

Inhaling deeply, I tug her head against my chest so she can’t see my face as it’s become difficult to focus with her words. It takes a few minutes to get myself under control, and then I admit, “I think the fact that I’ve only given this ring to you, says everything about my past…it’s my new beginning Charlotte. I’m finally going to have the life I once dreamed of.”

“We both are.”

“Hmm.” I caress her back and let my hand linger on her firm bottom as she tosses her leg over my hip. “I thought you were tired.” I nuzzle into her neck, pressing her bottom closer so my cock can nestle against her wet pussy.

“I am tired.” Her hand wanders down my back and then her fingers tickle between the crack in my ass. “Mmm, you like that.”

“I like you touching me everywhere.” I chuckle, ending on a deep groan as my swollen shaft nudges against her clit. “My body reacts with just a hand to my face. I’m completely in tune with you.”

“You most certainly are,” she agrees, slipping a hand over my quivering stomach, seeking and finding the hard flesh bursting from my groin.

I let her stroke me a few times, heightening my arousal, and then I move her hand away and cup her face. “Have you had a good Christmas with me?”

She searches my gaze, becoming serious, and says, “It’s been a day I’ll never forget. The breakfast. The proposal. Talking to my parents. The Christmas movies. The dinner. The off-key Christmas carols we sung. The snow outside that brought my little bird for a visit on the sill. The whole day has been amazing from start to finish.”

“It’s been the best Christmas that my father and I have had in years, and we owe all that to you.” I smile softly. “Thank you.”

I kiss her forehead while rolling her onto her back. Slipping inside her folds, I feel whole.