Best Saturday of my life

If you haven't seen the big news that popped up over the weekend for us, here it is again:

We're engaged!

This wasn't planned, although if you're a reader of this blog, you can safely assume it hasn't been unexpected. We've always discussed marriage as a goal to this relationship: if we get there. Only 5 months into the relationship, he called me "Mrs ____" during sex, so we started the rule. As we approached our first year anniversary, we took another look at the rule and realized it was still relevant. Just a month or so ago, we realized the rule no longer existed, but things were just "waiting." 

Well, wait over!

We had talked rings and timing briefly -- As in, what I liked and wanted in a ring and if we were ready to really make this official. He's been ready for a while, but I really didn't want to become engaged until it had been a year and a half for us - so, in December or later seemed fine. 

Late last week, while texting me at work, he suggested we have a date night this weekend. We haven't had one in a while - months really - and I was so excited to do it. We planned a dinner and a movie: he could pick the movie and I would pick the restaurant. Now, we live together so we always eat and watch movies together. But we still make special times for dates out where we pay extra attention to what we wear, where we eat, and take a break from life.

Saturday was an excellent day. I woke up feeling very warm arms wrap themselves around me, and light kisses planted on my shoulder. My mind started to wake up and he said, "Morning my love. You are so beautiful, so sexy, so pretty, so smart, and so hardworking. I love you so much." I smiled and nestled back into him, feeling his soft dick fall in between my ass cheeks. He snuggled me and held me close.

We laid there quite a while, switching sides. At some point I flipped over and we shared some kisses before I nestled against his chest and let him kiss my forehead as he held me tight. His hands wandered up my body and I soon felt a hard cock against my thigh. I teased it slightly and started to tease him more. He begged for me to jack him off and I grabbed the lube to comply.

What followed was a hand CBT hand job. I didn't torture his cock unless you count a lot of edging and denying orgasm. My greatest torture was spanking his balls. Spanking, slight squeezing, and then some really hard spanking. It was the slowest motion I've made him cum with  my hand. I'll have to write up those details soon. It deserves its own post.

After his orgasm, I received several excellent orgasms via his fingers on my clit. My favorite part was feeling all of the fingers on his hand running through my very wet pussy. I love how he soaks his fingers in my juices. It's fucking hot to know he'll be smelling me on him all day.

We got up, got dressed, and spent our Saturday as we typically do: video gaming and flirting with each other. During the afternoon, I spent a couple of hours with some of my favorite twitter crushes PlumptiousPea and TisforTMI (both ladies have very hot blogs I recommend them both!) and the nasty men of the Wholesome Addiction podcast recording a special segment for an upcoming show. Two hours of flirting and laughing till my mouth was tired (unusual it gets so tired from laughing -wink wink-).

Needless to say, I was SO turned on from all this girl flirting (I went speechless many times through the recording) as was the BF my fiance (that will take some getting used to!) that we had to go fuck. Immediately. As soon as I stepped away from my mic, he looked at me and said, "Can we PLEASE go fuck now!?"

Off to the bedroom we went, kissing and grabbing at each other. I rode him cowgirl - furiously. Hard. Fast. Needy. He wanted me to make him orgasm and then keep fucking him. So I did. He kissed and sucked on my nipples as I rode him through both of our orgasms and watched his body tremble from pleasure under me. I felt him grow soft a little, so I climbed off and grabbed my Hitachi and masturbated with his hands wandering around my thighs, grabbing and gripping me, as I orgasmed. He was hard again, so I gave him a hand job with a blow job finish.

We still had two hours before our dinner reservation, so we napped holding each other for nearly an hour before getting up and eventually getting ready for our date. (My idea of getting ready was lounging around naked for 45 minutes). With 15 minutes until we had to leave, we both dressed. He dressed in khaki's and his best button down shirt and I dressed in black fishnets, hot pink skirt, and a chunky black sweater. I wore black leather ankle boots that he said were "fucking sexy" on me.

We made it to dinner on time - our first dinner at Benihana. It was my choice for a restaurant; neither of us had ever eaten there, but I knew it would be fun. We were seating with 2 other couples (leaving 2 seats free) so we had plenty of room. One couple kept to themselves, but we chatted somewhat with the other couple at the table.

Dinner was delicious. He kept rubbing my back with his arm. We were both just so fucking happy to have this evening out. It was a beautiful evening together. Dinner was fun and entertaining and we really enjoyed it. When it was over, we had nearly an hour until our movie started just across the street. We decided to drop off our leftovers at the car and then do some mall shopping. 

On our way to the car, he pulled my arm and said, "Hey, wait a moment." I turned, wondering what he could want. It was cold, chilly, and slightly raining. I turned to him and there he was, on one knee, holding up this beautiful ring. I think my mouth dropped open and he said, "Will you marry me?" And then I smothered him.

My ring - white topaz, not a diamond per my request

No really, I did. I grabbed his head and smothered him in my boobs and held him for dear life. At that point, he struggled to stand up and give me a proper hug. The ring was slipped on my finger, and I hugged and kissed him. I almost started crying, but seeing him struggle away from suffocating in my boobs made me laugh too much and too hard to let any tears fall. We spent the next twenty minutes just wandering the mall and decided the movie was not what we wanted tonight. We wanted to just spend time together interacting rather than sitting in a dark theater.

So we drove him, me deliriously happy and he just smiled. And then, true to our roots, we hopped online and told one of our closest gamer friends the good news. And then I started crying. Then I posted the news on facebook and texted my parents (I knew they would be surprised and would need time to digest the news vs a happy call from me). And then I announced the news on twitter. 

Then I took my fiance into the bedroom and said, "I need to attack you!" and I did.

The past 24 hours I've had nothing but congratulations, and kind, lovely words from everyone. It really was the best day.

No reason to rush

So, what happened to "The Rule"?

If you're unfamiliar with "The Rule" you can catch up on your reading here (where the Rule was introduced) and here (where the practicality of the Rule was questioned).  Here's a quick recap:

The Rule was that we would be together a full year before we even considered the next step of our  relationship: lifelong commitment, marriage, etc. We wanted to make sure we had seen and experienced a year together - all the ups and downs, real life, all those moments of reality that you should experience to really know someone.

Well, that year mark passed a few months ago. So, now what?

Well, we're just avoiding it for now. We do know a few things: this relationship is what we both want, forever. We do plan to get married one day. We want kids. We want to grow old together. We've actually known all this for months and all that rule breaking was hinting at it.

We do know a few things -- like we both want a proposal. I want one for the ultimate, romantic moment with my future, well, you know. I want the ring and sweet words. Why is it important? It just is for me.

It's important for him, too. His prior marriage did not start with a proposal. It was not romantic and not sweet - it was more of a demand from her which he agreed to. He wants to propose and ask me to be his. (Cue the "awwwws").

OK, so what's the wait? Well, its mostly financial at this point. He wants to buy a ring and he just started working after months of unemployment. He needs time. We can't even begin to afford a wedding and I don't want to be engaged for a long period of time. I also don't want to get engaged on day 366 of our relationship, or even day 400. (OK, those dates have passed, but you get my drift.)

We don't talk much about it. We know it will happen. For now, we're just going on in life.

 OK, so I think about it and I know what kind of ring I want. And he's seen it/them. He still calls me Mrs. ____. We can't help ourselves!

The Rule, revisited

One of my first blog posts was about The Rule and why it was important for us. We had agreed that we had to be together for at least a year before we would talk "next steps" aka engagement, marriage, family, etc.

Well, as stated in that post, and this one and this one, rule-breaking is somewhat common, especially during passionate sex or the day of his long-awaited divorce. Lately its being broken outside of the bedroom as well - and he's not the only one who does it. His nephew and his brother do it all the time, too.

One of the reasons he loves to break the rule is my reaction. I can't help myself - I blush profusely, I get the widest smile that won't go away, and I can't hide my sheer delight and happiness at the idea of it all. Deep down, its what I want and I want to get there with him.

So why have the rule? Well, for several reasons. First, even though we moved in kind of fast together, we didn't want to rush into "forever" too quickly. We've both made that assumption about a relationship in the past. We wanted at least of year of seeing ups, downs, daily life, and everything else that shows a person's true colors. Another reason for the rule is that it would keep us grounded in the here and now and not looking for that future. An obvious reason - his divorce was in progress and we had no idea how long it was going to drag on for - so why even think about that? And finally, why are we rushing in the first place to make things official?

We both agreed when we started this relationship we were in it to see if it was "it" for both of us. I don't do casual or "let's see where this goes." I'm here to see if its real, and if its not or it doesn't work then I'm moving on. Neither of us wants to waste the other's time. But that doesn't mean that we don't want to move forward. We both have a goal - for us marriage is the goal and next step.

So the rule - he's free, we're in love, and we're set on a future together. We've not made it to the one year yet (that happens in June) - but is the date so important? Let's think about the life events we've experienced:

• We've survived multiple 10-17 hour driving trips together without killing each other - or really even arguing beyond a few heated words now and then.
• We've shared our favorite movies and music and been able to tolerate, appreciate, and grow to like our new music. He likes Michael Jackson, Lil Wayne, and Guns N Roses while I like Train, Pink Martini, and Ella Fitzgerald.
• We've both experienced an intense illness (the norovirus, no less) back to back and took care of each other despite not feeling well ourselves.
• We've been able to cry, vent, and complain about anything and everything in life. When I cry he holds me and when he cries I hold him. 
• We can be honest about our feelings and wants and the other will take it sincerely and to heart.
• Above all of the busy part of our lives and the stress that comes with it, we always make time for each other. Every day. It doesn't matter what the day has held, we always reserve some "us-time" that allows at least 30 minutes time spent exclusively with the other. And no, this time does not include sex of any kind. It's cuddling on the couch, playing a game, sitting and talking.

I like to think we're very healthy and when I look down the road, I see us there together. What does the timing of that road look like? That's where we're on a different page. When his divorce was final, he said he didn't want to get married for "a while." When I pushed for a time on that, he said "several years." Yikes. I was thinking more like two, max.

On the other hand, he's so ready for commitment he's ready to start a family and, when my period was 24 hours late last week, he was just a little bit hopeful it would never come. Ever since that he's brought up how much he wants to have a baby with me and start our family... my reaction to this is always in 2 parts. First, I'm terrified because I'm NOT ready for that yet. Second, that is one of the sexiest things that's ever been said to me.

I've told him I'm not ready. It's nice that he is, but there's no way I'm going to even entertain that idea at this time. My first objection (aside from my mental/emotional unpreparedness) is that we are not married yet. Until there are rings on both of our hands, I won't even consider timing.

I told him that last night, by grabbing his ring finger and telling him that it was missing the ring that would let me think about baby-making. He responded by saying, "Well, let me go find one..." and of course I reacted with my blush/smile and fervent, "NO!"  It didn't help that a few minutes later I told him that I had actually looked at some rings and bookmarked some ones I liked.... you know, I like to be prepared.

Of course this brought on a whole round of me being naughty and a complete hypocrite about this whole "rule" business, especially since I'd looked at rings oh, 6 months ago.

So where does that leave us? Waiting. I'm not really in a rush to get engaged. Maybe sometime later this year or early next would be fine with me. I never wanted my first wedding (I was talked into it, almost blackmailed into it). Even when my marriage was good I hated the fact I'd had one against my will... but this time around? I can't wait to have one. I can't wait to do the whole dress and flowers and reception... OK, back to reality.

I don't think the rule exists anymore. I'll still give him crap for calling me Mrs ________ or his wife, because I'm NOT her... although one day I believe I will be.

Weekday morning sex

I was working from home, which means I could sleep in a bit - and wake up the BF for some morning sex. He complained about being woken up, but I cuddled him, both of us on our stomachs, my arm over his back, our legs intertwined. After a while I turned on my side and cuddled my butt up against him. I got the response I was expecting - he turned to spoon me, wrapping is arm around me, clutching a breast to my chest.

His dick was hard against my ass as I cozied into him. He ran his hand down to my ass, giving it a couple of squeezes. He kissed my neck, my shoulder my back. His hand wandered back up my body, tweaking my nipples against his hands. I stretched against him. He reached down again and pulled my leg up slightly. I lifted it higher, and he started rubbing the head of his dick in between my legs, getting the tip wet.

"Oooh you're so wet already! Why are you so wet?" he asked, pushing it deeper, just outside the entrance. He pulled my feet to nest between his, trapping my ankles in his legs.

"Don't you remember that orgasm you gave me last night?" I asked. I sighed at the memory of the longest, most pleasurable orgasm I'd ever experienced.

He gave me a "mmmm" in agreement as he pushed his dick in me about halfway. I sighed happily. "Ohhhhh," he whispered, like it was the loudest noise he could make. "You're so wet...." he slid in more, pushing his dick in all the way. His groan of satisfaction was intoxicating. He kissed my shoulder again and shift his hips lower to get a better angle.

He slid it in a out, just playing with the entrance, his head barely entering me. It felt wonderful and I was just enjoying the sensation of his dick gliding so smoothly. "You like my wetness don't you?" I asked.

He moaned a yes as he stuck his dick in me all the way, and held it there. I pushed back against him, wiggling my bum. He groaned with pleasure from my body moving around him. I grinded against him moving my hips slowly up and down. He relaxed, his dick falling out slightly, and kissed my back. He started fucking me again. He pulled back a bit to really fuck me, and you could hear my wetness sloshing around his dick and our bodies made an awesome slapping sound as he pounded away at me.

He pulled my leg up and over his again. I tiled towards him as his hand ran down from my breast to my pussy, but he didn't go for my clit. His hand wandered back up where he tweaked my nipples again. He was moving his hips still fucking me but not by much. Finally his hand moved down and he reached for my clit. He wasn't gentle, but I didn't need him to be. With his cock in me, fucking me, I don't need a lot of build-up to cum. He used all four fingers and just attacked it. Instantly I was crying out, and very soon, I was orgasming. He pulled his hand away, pushed my leg back, and then really fucked me. My orgasm kept going, and I ground back against him.

He started playing with the entrance again, just barely sliding into me. "Ohhhh Mrs. ____" he cried softly into my ear, hands cupping my breast, his other hand holding mine.

"You're naughty!" I said back, trying not to break the rule myself. He kissed my back and shoulder in a flurry of kisses.

"I don't care, " he said. "I love you so much. Oh ______" he called out my name. Then he pushed slightly and we rolled over onto our stomachs, his dick never leaving me and he adjusted slightly on top of me. I flexed my hips up, pushing into him. His cheek was against mine, I could see his eyes shut, mouth open as he moved in and out. His moans were getting louder.

Then suddenly his hand was in my hair, pulling it and jerking my neck back, pinning it down. I moaned, I love it when he does that. Its so passionate, so in the moment. He kissed my cheek, my neck. He told me he loved me again and again. He was slowing down, making each stroke in and out last longer than normal. I could tell he was getting closer to coming, and the closer he was, the slower he went, just making it last and last for both of us. He called out my name more and told me he loved me and he called me his wife. I ignored the rule breaking, what did it matter? I pushed up against him told him I wanted to cum with my clit while he was in me.

He pulled out and sat up so I could flip around on my back. He came down and kissed me while I reached down my hand to my clit. He was moving slowly in and out and I told him to just hold it in me, not moving. He did, kissing me over and over again. I kissed as much as I could between my growing cries of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building up in me. When I could tell it was close, I started saying, "Fuck me, oh fuck me," over and over. He did. And I spread my legs as far as I could. "Oh fuck me my husband," I cried out, eyes shut from pleasure.

"Oh my wife, my lovely wife!" and he was kissing me hard and passionately. His orgasm came and he pushed his dick in as it pumped cum. He pushed it in and my orgasm hit strong and hard and I was pulling myself up on his body while he pulled me up, kissing the back of my neck while I cried out into his. My hips moved, uncontrolled, and his body shuddered from the sensations I was giving his dick as I came and came on it.

We stilled, and kissed and looked into each other's eyes for a moment, just looking. He pulled out but rested on top of me, head on my breast and I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel cum dripping out of my pussy, dripping onto my thighs and down my ass and onto the bed.

The Rule

When the BF and I started dating (another story for another time), we agreed on "The Rule" of our relationship. The rule was simple: We had to date for 1 year before we could consider the next step.

Its a simple rule, right? Well, it seemed that way. 1 year to get to know each other, experience the other through thick and thin, the good and bad. It seemed smart and safe and pretty straightforward. What we have found is that it is the opposite.

I think we first muddied the waters by moving in together almost immediately. For him this was more along the "normal" of his relationships. For me, this was one of the greatest life-changing events I've done. I had never lived with anyone other than my ex, and we didn't live together until we had been married. But for us, it was an easy decision. He lived several states away and neither of us wanted anything long-distance. We'd done that enough with facebook, skype, chatting, and phone. We wanted to be together. So we took the leap and he moved in three weeks after our first in-person meeting. Three weeks was all I needed.

He first broke this rule last November. I was traveling for business and he came with me for the week. One day after work we had sex before going out to dinner. It was an incredibly hot session and he whispered in my ear, "I love you Mrs. _____" and I couldn't stop from saying back "I want to be your wife!" He came almost immediately upon my exclamation, and I definitely took notice of that. It was so fucking hot and sweet at the same time.  It was around this time that I started twittering our sex life.

Since then, we've both broken the rule upon occasion. I tend to break it after a very strong emotional event when I'm feeling incredibly vulnerable or incredibly close to him. He has started breaking it all the time.

Last night I was discussing his repeated breaking of the rule over the weekend, and he accidentally let it slip that when he masturbates he almost always thinks of me as his wife. How fucking hot and awesome is that? I don't consider myself a jaded individual by any means, but I do think its rare that a man wants marriage that badly. I'm so incredibly turned on by this.

I also found out last night that we have different understandings of the rule. For me, the "next step" is getting engaged. For him, its getting married. WOAH, what? I can't go from dating to married in a year!  I clarified my stance, and of course he likes his side better - but I feel pretty strongly about my stance.

For now, I'll do my best to be good and keep the rule in tact. And I'm sure he'll do his best to get me to do away with it.

Sex on a Saturday afternoon pt2

     He woke me up with a kiss on my cheek. He was awake and ready to get up, but I hadn't slept nearly enough to recharge, especially after the sex we had earlier. (You can catch up on that story here). I moaned my disagreement to waking up and complained I hadn't slept enough. I expected him to get up and tell me to rest as much as I needed while he went back to the computer, but once again I was wrong. Instead he wrapped his arms around me, and just held me on his chest while I laid there, resting.

     I shut my eyes and ran my feet against his. "Don't do that!" he chastised me. "You'll make me horny again." I giggled, thinking about how I often do that during sex just to excite him more sometimes. But now I wasn't looking for sex, I was just needing rest.

    Somehow I had kinked my neck during the nap, so I rolled away from him to get more comfy. He turned towards me and started rubbing my neck and shoulder, trying to help me relax. It started to feel better, and his hands started to wander down to my butt. "Sexy woman," he said. "I love your sexy booty." I played innocent. "Everything about you is sexy. You are so beautiful." Now I'm waking up, because his sincerity is so apparent and I find it irresistible. I pushed my ass out toward him and he started feeling it up and down even more, rubbing his fingers on the outside of my crack. Then he ran his hands to my thighs. "I love your sexy thighs, they're perfect" he said as he grabbed one. He reached toward my pussy so I opened my legs slightly, and he started to finger me a little.

     "Fuck! you are so freaking wet!"  I was, how could I not be? I reminded him of what we had done earlier, and then what I had experienced during the nap. He had no conscious idea of holding me like he had, but he rarely does. I didn't like the angle he was fingering me at, so I tried to roll over, but he pushed me the other way, onto my stomach. "No, I think I'll just stick my dick in you, how's that?"

    I was so wet he slid right in, no problem. I love stomach sex. I love the full feeling I get in my pussy, I love fucking him back by pushing up against in, I love just taking it. I love how I can feel so many different things from this one position. And I love how he's normally kissing my back or shoulder and holding my hands or breasts the entire time, whispering in my ear.

     He slid in, and I went from sleepy to horny in the time it took for him to pull almost all the way out and push back in slowly. He groaned in that same way he had earlier, where it sounded like he was already close but he wasn't, he was emanating those emotions that made me think it was going to be a fantastic session yet again. So I started pushing back against his cock, positioning my butt up toward him. "Oh baby you're so sexy" he said again. Then he saw the smile that appeared on my face. He called me sexy and beautiful, then ran his hands down to my hips and up my sides, grazing the side of my boob.

     "Oooooh," I moaned... "you have no idea how incredibly hot that is." He did it again and I sighed deeply.

     "Tell me how sexy you are," he said.

     "I'm so sexy... and I'm beautiful," I managed to whisper back. I was pushing back into his cock and it was filling all of me up.

     "Ohh yes you are!" he agreed. He started thrusting faster, so I dropped my hips and just let him put it in and out, making me feel incredible. "You are so sexy and beautiful. You are perfect." And he placed his hands in front of me, so I grabbed them with my hands and held onto him.

     I'm not sure how much time passed, and I don't remember how we moved. I know I alternated in wiggling my hips, pushing back, and taking it while he responded to each move. At some point he placed his feet so they braced against mine, giving him leverage to do more than gently thrusts, but actually pound me a little bit.  This always makes me cry out a little bit, and this time, I felt the need to break "the rule." It had already been broken once today.

     "Mr. _____, I love you!" I breathed.

     "I love you," he replied, probably wondering if I was expecting to be called Mrs in return.

     "I love my husband!" I ended up crying out.

     He immediately picked up the pace, pounding me deep and fast. "I love my wife, Mrs _____" he whispered back into my ear. His pace was so fast and I tilted my hips up toward him.

     "I love you," I cried out once more before I started cumming.

     "Oh that's a good girl, my good wife," he said back to me.. slowing down a bit with my orgasm. "Ohhhh my good wife!" he said again as he picked up the pace.  I was crying out more, and he came with a few thrusts and a final one to push in as far as he could go. I had started to feel him cum and this triggered another orgasm for me, so his final thrust and mine our hips were grinding against each other, and I was shaking under him again, my hips bucking with no control... I think this kept him going longer than normal, because together we were pushing into each other with whatever part of our body we could move, moaning together.

     He laid on top of me for a while, our breathing fast together. Then he counted down "1... 2... 3...." and pulled me with him to roll onto our sides, his cock still in me, his arms and legs now around me. We laid there together, sleep forgotten, enjoying the moment. Eventually we untangled, and he went back to kissing my back and running his hands up and down my body telling me again and again how much he loved me, and how beautiful I was. It was by far the best Saturday afternoon I think I've ever experienced.

Sex on a Saturday afternoon pt1

     So every Saturday afternoon, I take a nap. This has been my tradition for several years as a way to relax from the week and reboot my energy for the coming week. Lately, life has felt extra busy and stressful with work, grad school, job searching, and just LIFE happening in general. When I announced that it was time for my nap (despite being out of bed for only three hours), the BF was not surprised. We had been gaming together, and I assumed he would continue while I rested. I walked up behind his computer chair and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and told him   I'd let him know when I was awake again so we could have sex.

     He laughed in surprise, but I'm not really sure why. One great thing about the Saturday nap is that I am pretty much guaranteed to wake up horny, so anticipating post-nap sex is something I'd consider a normal and predictable part of our lives by now. I guess waiting a couple of hours was too long, so he logged off the computer and pulled me to the bedroom to have sex right away.

     So there we were, naked, and holding each other, shivering together in our cold sheets. He had me in a bear hug, and I was nestled into his chest with his arms and legs wrapped around me. We both found the cold and the need for heat kind of funny, and we just giggled and ran our hands on each other's backs to warm up. After a few moments, he pulled back a bit and looked down at my chest and said, "Biiig boobies!" Yes, they are. They were squeezed together, nipples against his chest. "I love those big boobies" I mmhmmed my agreement. Yes, the BF is obsessed with my big boobs (and they are pretty fabulous). So I reached down and grabbed his soft dick. I started stroking it from base to tip with my fingers.

     "Get hard for me," I breathed at him.

     "Get me hard," he said back. So I started kissing him. I'm pretty sure kissing him is the fastest way to get him hard aside from putting his dick in my mouth. And lately, he has not been able to get enough of kissing me anywhere. On the lips, on the check, but especially on the neck. And sure enough, he rolled up on top of me and we started kissing more. We started fighting for dominance of the bottom lip - who could suck it more. And then our tongues started playing against each other and our lips and he started kissing up and down my neck.

     Then he reached down and started rubbing his dick in my pussy lips, up and down from entrance to clit, just faintly touching it. He stuck the head of his dick into the entrance, then leaned down to kiss me as he started to slide it in. I flexed my hips to help him slide it all the way in. He started moaning - and from his first moan, I could tell we were in for an extra special time together. I opened my eyes and I saw the look on his face - it was the look of when he's about to cum, but since we had just started, I could feel something else was going on.

     "Love my pussy?" I asked.

     "Oh baby I love your pussy. It's the best pussy in the world!" and he went back to sighing, eyes shut as he thrusted more. The thrusts were slow and gentle, savoring the moment. Then I started to melt into the moment, just letting time disappear into the strong emotions coming off of him. He reached up and put his hands under my neck, wrapping his fingers in my hair. His kisses and lips became urgent.

     I whispered his name in his ear. "What baby?" he asked. "Oh I love you so much!" I gasped. I called out his name again, and grabbed his back. Then he called out my name and hearing him say it like that, so full of desperation and love at the same time, I moaned and pulled him closer, running my hands up and down his back. Then he pulled out his hands and ran them from my thighs, up my sides, and onto my breasts, lightly fondling them all the while gently thrusting. It was the most sensual, erotic feeling. He could hear how turned on I was, and started doing quick thrusts that always hit my clit just right. I encouraged him with "yes, yes, yes" and grabbed his hips and I started cumming.

     He could feel me cumming under him, hips bucking, but he kept going, then slowed down a bit, then started going faster, and I started cumming again. He called out my name again and all I could do was respond with "I love you" before a third orgasm was hitting me.

     And then he broke "the rule," the only rule we have in our relationship, yet one each of us has broken when it just needed to be said. He called me his wife. Again... and again. I couldn't open my eyes, but I knew what it was doing to him. He had my head in his hands and he started thrusting deep and quick calling out "Oh my wife! My wife!" and I finally called back "Oh I love my husband!" I couldn't hold back any longer, a fourth orgasm hit me hard. He heard my cries in his ears, could feel my whole body convulsing and he gave one last, strong, full thrust as he came in me, head on my shoulder, lips on my neck.

     We laid very still, soft little moans to each other with no words. What kind of words can you say in a moment like this, the moment where you've just experienced some of the best sex of your life? Sex filled not just with love, but emotions of love beyond love, hope for the future you both want but can't have yet. Feelings of "This is it" and you love every part of it.

     I don't remember him pulling out or us falling asleep. I just remember drifting in and out of sleep, his arms wrapped so tightly around me, no matter what position I'm in. I remember roasting beneath the covers and not caring. I remember feeling sticky wetness on my pussy lips, ass, and the back of my legs as he held me against him. For two hours we laid there and cuddled. He slept soundly while I drifted in and out of consciousness. And then we woke up.  To be continued.