Some sexytimes

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Never in a million years did I think anyone would be able to love me enough to want to spend five minutes with me, let alone an eternity. Yet, here I was, with the love of my life, down on one knee in front of me, holding out a breath-taking 3 stone emerald cut engagement ring that could have taken down the Titanic, all before I even graduated high school. It was pure insanity. I knew we were perfect for each other and we discussed our future plenty of times, but in this moment, I froze, not knowing what to say, or what to do next.

I looked at him, then the ring, then him, and the ring again. I did this over and over for what felt like an hour at least. I said nothing, I just looked like a bigger idiot as seconds passed. I could hear the ticking of a clock in my head, and that was about it, well, maybe the Final Jeopardy theme music also.

“What do you say Liz? Will you marry me? I promise I will spend every second of every day making sure you are my top priority, you are taken care of, and you are so happy that you almost can’t stand it. Spend your life with me… I need you, I honestly can’t live without you. I can’t wait anymore, I need to make you mine, permanently. Please?” his words made me take my eyes off the ring again, and look right through him to his soul. He was trembling, his cheeks were red, his eyes almost black, and I could tell he was suddenly paranoid of my answer. So was I.

I nodded. I nodded several times, enough that I felt like my head might fall off.

“Yes, Taylor, yes I’ll marry you” I nodded again. The biggest smile I have ever seen came to his lips as he instantly took the ring out of the box and moved it to its new permanent home; on my left ring finger. We both stayed frozen in our spots. We were ecstatic, scared out of our minds, and beyond crazy in love. Finally, he hopped up to stand in front of me and take my face in his hands. A few tears slipped from both his eyes and mine as he ran his fingers back through my hair and his lips were a breath from mine.

“I love you Liz, more than life itself” he whispered as I repeated my love back to him and he captured my lips hungrily with his. Signed, sealed, delivered. We kissed each other over and over again, our lips, teeth, and tongues nipping and intertwining, battling for power. As the moment progressed, so did the intensity of it all. My heart was flying out of my chest as he moved his hands down my back, and mine went around his neck. He picked me up to carry me a few steps over to the campout setup and lay me down under him, without breaking our lips for a second. I was panting as he rested above me and started kissing my neck. I worked my hands in between us and began unbuttoning his shirt. I got impatient after a minute, needing to feel his warm skin, so I took a deep breath, bit my lip, and ripped his shirt apart. Our lips parted briefly as I took a look at his bare chest, and moaned in need. He chuckled lightly at my determination and went back to sucking on my neck and working to get my own shirt off. He somehow managed to while I concentrated on the button of his jeans.

My mind was spinning so much that I felt totally intoxicated. Not by alcohol or pheromones, but just by the thought of him, and the thought of us. Between the proposal, the thought of our future together, his hands working my bra straps off and squeezing my breasts hard, his lips on my skin, and his erection and heat grinding against my thigh over and over, I was on pure overdrive. I held my thighs firmly around his hips so he couldn’t squirm apart from me for even a second. That only made matters more insane, since his crotch was now resting and rubbing right against mine. Even with pants on, I was still about to lose it from the sheer intensity of it all.

I made myself forget what he was doing to me for just a minute so I could concentrate, only because I needed him in me so badly. He was kissing down my chest now, in between my breasts, pulling at my bra with his teeth and groaning at his every failed attempt to unhook the back while he bit the front. I giggled and moaned as I used one hand to rub him outside his jeans, and the other to finish working the button I had halfway undone. Just as I moaned in satisfaction at getting his pants open, he groaned in total frustration at my stubborn clasp and ripped it down my body so it rested around my stomach. After his own success of finally getting me bare-chested, he let out a deep growl and lunged at my nipples with his warm lips. I shrieked in pleasure and grabbed him harder after I got his zipper down. He moaned against my hardened tipped skin, flicked his tongue over it and bit down as I moved my hand to pull him through the slit in his boxers and start stroking him several times. He was on fire, and hard as hell.

“Fuck, baby you’re killing me right now” he spoke around my right breast.

“Why my darling fiancé? I love you so much Tay, please take me. Hurry, I need you to make love to me, now.” He growled again as he kept his lips in place, sucking hard, which only made my hand work him faster, and he moved his hands between us to get my pants open, down my legs, and off. He pulled back from me and sat up so he could throw my pants out of the way. I felt a breeze, but not a chilly one since we had a fire going right next to us.

He stood to get his pants the rest of the way off too before kneeling back in front of me. We were both still breathing heavily, waiting for what was next. He kept one hand on one of my knees, keeping my legs spread apart. With the other, he wrapped it around himself and began pumping. I whimpered at the sight. I wished I was the one doing that for him, but it seemed he wasn’t done with our holiday plans just yet. I licked my lips while his head fell back at the pleasure he was giving himself. He tugged on his dick a couple more times before he removed his hand and put it against me. I gasped again and my eyes fluttered closed briefly as he used his thumb to rub fast circles over my clit.
“Oh, my, God, Taylor!! Please, hurry, I need you and I won’t last if you keep that up” I arched my back which only pushed me against his thumb even harder.

“Okay baby, I just wanted to make sure you were ready” he grinned evilly as he rubbed me for another second.

“I’m more than ready, I need you in me right now” I yanked his hand away and pulled him back on top of me. I moved my hand back in between us to try to grab a hold of him and put him in me myself, but he was already in the process of doing so. He bent to kiss me and intertwine our tongues as we found each other and he thrust himself deep inside me.
“God, Taylor, I love you. I love you so much” I gasped between our kisses. I kept my arms around his back while he used his to hold himself up and grind himself into me over and over again at a slow, sexy pace that almost killed me.

“I love you more, I promise you that” he sighed as he picked up his pace even more. We moved together in a perfect harmony while we kissed and touched each other everywhere. I could not get enough of him. I raked my nails up and down his back as the passion mounted. I felt him swelling and getting harder inside me, and I was starting to feel a very familiar tingle deep down in my toes. I moved to lock my legs around him, just under his ass and hold him to me as he started trembling. Without a word, I made him stop entirely, bury himself inside me as far as he would go, and together, we moved a hand each to rub at my most sensitive spot. He pulled back from our kiss and looked deep into my eyes as he commanded me to cum. I was gasping for air as he massaged me furiously and I finally let go to come undone. I closed my eyes and saw fireworks behind my lids as my orgasm ripped through my body. I felt Taylor pull out of me just slightly before slamming into me one more time, and then his own orgasm overtook him and spilled inside my body. He collapsed on me, and we laid still as our breathing returned to normal.

After a couple minutes, he picked his head up off my chest to look me in the eyes, “I love you, my amazing fiancée” he whispered in my ear and bent to kiss my sweat dampened neck.

“I love you more Tay” I responded as I massaged his soaking wet hair and he put his head back down on my chest.

“Impossible”

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