Vengeance 35

When?

That was the million dollar question. We’d satisfied the who, that part was easy, I thought as I watched her scribbling down plans. A strand of hair fell from her loose pony tail. Not to be annoyed by trivial things, she tucked it behind her ear and kept writing.

The what was equally simple, having bee formally proposed last week. Marriage. After the years of longing, trepidation, growing confidence, and the bold first step that had set us on our path, I couldn’t help but look back with astonishment. I always thought, ‘wow, a million things had to go just the way they did so that we’d find ourselves where we are now.’ It was almost overwhelming.

Neither one of us were one for religion, or the religious aspect of marriage. We’d chosen the park, the hill where one of our first trysts had taken place. The dished out area at the top would be a perfect setting for a small ceremony. The right combination of simplicity and beauty for the girl I loved.

“That leaves when.” She told me, stirring me from my thoughts. She set her planner down and slid her chair away from the table, looking at me expectantly. “Do you think it’s bad to do it sooner rather than later?” she asked me. “I’m anxious,” she smiled, “but I don’t want to rush into it…”

I stood and moved around the table, around behind her. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her hands wrapped their way behind her, around my head, pulling me closer. I pulled her to her feet, staying behind her, running my hands down to her hips. “That’s right,” I whispered in her ear. “Because neither of us are prone to hasty decisions.” She raised her hands high above her head, stretching after hours of notes and calculations. Before she had a chance to react, my hands slid beneath her waistband, dropping her sweats to her knees where gravity did the rest of the work. A split second later, they’d found their way under her shirt and in one smooth motion had pulled her tank top and sports bra over her outstretched arms.

I spun her around, now nude before me and kissed her on the lips. She stared at me, then down at her new predicament, then at me again. “That…how you can do that…is really hot.”

I lifted her up and carried her off into the bedroom.

“Aahhh! She screamed as I suddenly tossed her onto the bed. Before she could recover, she found me on top of her, straddling her stomach and pinning her arms on either side of her head. I kissed her once more before quickly shedding my clothes as well.

“What, no rope, no contorting position? No two girl blowjob?” she mocked. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling us close together. Before she could get another word out, our lips met, and my tongue forcefully passed between her lips. I ran it up and down the roof of her mouth, teasing an erogenous zone she probably didn’t think I knew existed.

“Jesus,” she breathed as I pulled away for a moment.

“No rope right now Babe. That’ll come later…along with my blowjob.”

She giggled, “Yes sir.”

I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her pussy, eliciting a long low moan. The more patient of the two of us, I kept teasing her, watching her lips part more and more, her back arch at greater and greater angles. She gripped my leg, “God, just fuck me already.”

I obliged, sliding it in, inch by inch until my full 6.5 impaled her, and stopped. I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her again.

“Missionary, are you feeling alright?” She teased again.

“Tell you what,” I returned, “you can spend the rest of the day hogtied, double stuffed and buried in Sarah’s pussy…when you’re not sucking me off that is. Sound good?”

She laughed again, the moaned as I slowly thrusted in and out. “No, I wanted to talk…so did you, don’t lie, and I figured this would be a nice comfortable setting.”

“Oh god,” she moaned as I continued slowly fucking her. “Plus like this, you know I’ll give in to anything you want.”

“You’ll do that anyway. Two weeks.”

“What?” she looked at me, pulled slightly out of her sex-induced stupor.

“Marry me in two weeks.