One year later…
BROCK
SOME MEN NEVER seem to find the right person for them. Some keep looking, jumping from women to women, having meaningless sex that while frequently physically satisfying is mostly empty and leaves a bad aftertaste.
I’ve never been one of these men.
I’ve always known, as far as my memory goes, who the right person for me is. The woman of my dreams had always been in my life, but it took me years to risk it all, and it’s a risk I’ve been thanking my lucky stars for taking every day for a little over a year.
One look at the stunning woman in my bed, naked, and the engagement ring on her finger and my heart bursts in my chest.
Her honey-colored hair glows in the first rays of the sun as they lit our bedroom through the hastily closed curtains. Last night, right after I proposed and she accepted, we celebrated in the fashion we know best.
Sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
The thought alone warms me and hardens my cock further than it already is. I bet my cheeks are flushed. Only Addy can make me blush like a horny teen. But it’s impossible to stay calm when I can still feel her lips wrapped tightly around my cock or hear the sounds she makes when I thrust into her.
But between Addy and I, it goes beyond earth-shattering sex and black-out inducing orgasms. Between us, it’s every little thing that makes our relationship worth anything that could and probably will be thrown at us.
Addy is my best friend, the woman I can’t picture my life without. She’s the first one I want to talk in the morning, the last thing I want to see when I go to sleep and the one woman who can eclipse everything else with one of her blinding smile and a look.
Sometimes, it’s scary how much I love this woman. Maybe it’s unhealthy, but it’s not something I control and anyway, I trust her with my heart, just like she trusts me with hers.
“You’re staring,’’ she says, breaking through my lovesick thoughts with a scratchy voice from sleep.
Her light green eyes ensnare me like they always do. Her eyelids, heavy from sleep, are barely open. With her messy hair from our celebratory sex and sleep and the lines from the pillowcase on her cheek, she’s the picture of perfection for my eyes alone.
I press my hard cock against her side and swallow a groan when I bump into her hip. Her intake of breath doesn’t help either.
“Can’t I admire my fiancée?’’
Her smile gets so wide it eats up half of her face. That’s the smile she only has for me, and I live for these smiles.
“We’re getting married. Wow.’’ She giggles then, the sound carefree and so unlike the Adeline Cox, severe young CEO of her family company.
My smile grows. I put an elbow on her pillow and support my head with that hand while my other wanders over her delicious body, a body I had spent a long time exploring with my lips and tongue last night. Her flesh breaks into goosebumps in no time, and I’m transfixed by her nipples as they tighten right in front of my eyes. If there was any doubt that my erection would disappear, now it’s sure to require some tender loving to get it taken care of. And with Addy’s hand slowly getting closer to where I’m silently begging her to touch me, I bet I won’t have to wait long.
How I love this woman.
I run a thumb around her nipple and watch with fascination when she shivers and wets her lips with that wicked tongue of hers, a tongue I can't wait to feel on my shaft again.
“I didn’t think I could ever fall deeper in love with you, because I’ve always loved you with all my heart, Addy,’’ I whisper and stare deeply into her eyes. My hand covers her breast, and I press myself against her hips, mimicking at a slow pace what will happen when I thrust into her. Soon. Real soon. “But this past year showed me that you’re in my very soul. You’re the better part of me, my love. Always and forever, just like we’ll always and forever be best friends.’’
Her chest heaves, and she wraps her fingers around my throbbing cock, tightening her grip until I groan and thrusts into her palm, unable to control myself. Only she can strip me of my calm quite like this.
“Show me,’’ she begs against my mouth before she steals my breath and I roll on top of her.
“Every hour of every day, Addy,’’ I growl into her mouth as I grab her left thigh in my hand and hike her leg higher.
Sometimes, dreams pale in comparison to the reality, but my reality far exceeds my dreams. I would have never thought I’d be the lucky one to get my happy ever after with the love of my life, my best friend.
After all, men also wish for a happy ending or happy beginning in this case.