by Jamie Knight
No way are we kissing, Alexander.
Not till you apologize like a man.
I faced him, and in that time-split moment where life as I knew it froze, he gazed into the keyhole of my heart, and I in his.
Alexander, with tears in his eyes and a curve of his lips, breathed onto me, suggesting with the way his arms held me that he was not letting go.
Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Valeria…”
I mellowed, quenching in the wave of heat flushing to my face.
“My Valeria…”
His spell was cast, and I was bound to him.
“Leaving so soon?”
Silence reigned.
“There is nothing I can say to you to make you believe that I am truly sorry, Valeria, and I take that — all of it. It’s my fault that this is where we are,” he heaved, looking deep into my face.
The tiniest of contractions quaked through my waist and through my arms, as the wind touched my face lightly. I felt like I was in a trance. My lips quivered, and his reddening eyes spoke of an untold sadness hammered by lost affection.
“But I can prove it to you.”
“Prove what, Alexander? What is there to prove to me?”
He did not hesitate.
“That I love you, Valeria.”
He loves me.
He fucking loves me!
The words that left his lips through the raspy breeze and into my soul echoed in the schisms of my mind. I was lost for a moment.
Cocktails of emotions spiraled madly in me, breeding a trail of light sweat all over my skin. Even the cold felt like soft kisses from the heavens and not the howler it was turning out to be.
God, is this real?
“Alexander…”
“Valeria, I mean it. All of it,” he broke in. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I will make it all up to you with the time I have left on this earth. It’s never been about the money, love. Just us — you and me. The way you make me appreciate things and life is more than I could ever ask of anyone. You are the one I want and love, Valeria.”
“Well,” I stuttered. “How about the three of us?”
I moved his hands to the roundness that was changing my stomach.
Alex’s eyes went wide.
“You, me and our child?”
His warm embrace slowly unclenched around me, and he stood somberly in front of me with his hands in mine. Tears were in his eyes and a smile spread across his handsome face. He slowly bent a knee and knelt on the ground, taking out a tiny red case with a diamond the size of a marble on it glimmering in the glory of the old light above us.
No fucking way…is he…?
“Valeria, will you make an old man the happiest fucker in the face of time?”
Alexander Foster was asking me to marry him.
Handsome, filthy rich, totally hot in bed Alexander Foster was going to be mine for the rest of my life. Not only as the father of my child, but also as my husband.
Spinning balls of light filled my eyes. I felt lightheaded. The most handsome man I had ever met knelt before me, asking the four words no girl my age thought of hearing beyond in their dreams.
But this is real.
I was not dreaming, yet the haze in his eyes, and the shine on his tough skin felt ghostly, almost like imagination. Alexander Foster had been on his knees for five seconds that turned into an eternity in me, and automatically I could not hold back.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Alexander
I had been kneeling, waiting for her response, hoping for an answer. It was that moment no man should ever have to face; the tension between a ‘yes’ and ‘no’ when four words are asked to determine the rest of your days.
“Will you marry me?” I asked her again, taking in the full view of her magical form.
It was quite a turn on to look at her from below, but my mind could not focus on such bodily pleasure at the time.
I had just told her I loved her. She knew it. Her cheeks could not lie.
The ring I had bought her was a seven carat diamond set in white gold. It shone in a way that reminded me of grace, grace that I always felt when looking up to the sky, when flying in my plane or chopper, or swimming deep in the coral reefs of the Caribbean.
It was the same exact ring design that was on my mother’s finger the day she died, and she had always worn it. She never had a wedding ring, and all she could say about it when I asked was that it was a family heirloom.
An heirloom that got lost in time, time that stood remembered and forgotten. It was Jon who had suggested the setting, and when he saw the crease in my jawline, he was happy.
“She would have been very proud of you, Alexander,” he told me then. “As much as you have been an uncultured swine for a few years here and there, she would have been proud that you finally found love. And with a woman I am sure she would have loved to meet and talk with.”
Lifting the ring up at Valeria to prove what I felt and knew to be true, the resounding ‘yes’ had almost stopped my heart.
****
I called Jonathan and had him take us home. I had to be with Valeria. It couldn’t wait. It had been too long.
Her beauty was all I wanted. She lay down on my big bed, her bra and panties strewn all over, with a look of anticipation on her hungry face. Valeria was the perfect companion — in all senses of the word.
She had no idea what the box in my hands was, and I wanted her to find out as a surprise. I had a dark urge in myself that I wanted to share with her again, and I silently hoped that she wouldn’t get freaked out by it.
Her closed eyes gave me time to kneel and place my thumb at the lock of the small silver box. It beeped open, revealing the contents inside to me. I looked at Valeria and smiled.
She licked her lips and squeezed her legs together. I took out a blindfold and carefully caressed her with it all along her naked body. She shivered.
I got on top of her and gently covered her mouth with a kiss.
“It’s time to see how far we’re both willing to go,” I said, and covered her eyes with the cloth.
Valeria nodded in approval.
You are going to scream so hard God hears you, Valeria.
My thoughts were sent into sporadic sparks as I poured cold lube all over Valeria’s pussy. My dick was hard enough to spring out of my pants when I took them off.
I could still feel her body heat emanate from her, and I knew it was time. Valeria slightly squirmed as I rubbed her clit and then licked it.
“I want you to feel what no woman has felt, Valeria.”
“Alexander, slowly… but now,” she whimpered, opening her legs wider for me.
The blindfold added mystery and wonder to our little show. My cock had yearned hard for her, and it was time I got inside her and pleased this woman of my dreams — this future mother of my child. I thrust myself inside her feeling her warmth envelope every inch.
“Aaaah… yes… yes… deeper, baby” she screamed.
The lube and her moist juices made it easier to glide into her. I bent down to kiss her softly as I plunged deeper into her.
“Valeria… mmmh… mmmmh… mmmmhhhhh,” I moaned, as my dick tapped her deeper and deeper, to the back of her womb.
“Oooh, fuck… Alex… ooooh… fuck baby… that’s so deep…”
Sweat dripped down my back. I wanted her to be more in control, for she was the one who deserved it. I swung her over my hips and let her straddle me. With my left arm, I balanced her onto my thick dick, and with my right hand I took off her silky blindfold.
She lolled deeper onto my throbbing cock as she kissed me. We rocked slowly, fucking each other’s brains out to oblivion. As was fitting, we came hard together. It was perfect.
Epilogue
Valeria
The beech tree stood defiantly in front of the church, as sturdy as the sun’s daily kiss and the moon’s nighttime touch; it stood the test of time, having seen the town g
row and become a home to many, different creeds and races. It was where, for the first time, I stumbled and fell. Bruised and hurt, I lay down as my father soothed me through silent sobs.
It was where I first learned how to appreciate the shade of nature under its thin branches and sultry breeze. Under the leaves my initials were marked on it, on the first Sunday I had laid eyes on Alexander Foster. I hid behind the huge trunk of it, and from then on, our slow but strong relationship endeared.
Through heartbreaks to this moment, under the tree, facing my beloved as we spoke our vows to each other. The tree had stood tall, watching and waiting, caring and nurturing, it was a guide and a fine backdrop to our wedding pictures.
It was a closed ceremony, with me disowning my parents and asking them to let me go. Mom cried her heart out. And so did I. It was painful to let go of all the memories, the good and bad, but with her I knew her hate for my husband-to-be was never-ending.
Dad had let me to suffer for that one night and finding forgiveness for them was not going to be easy. In my heart, I asked them for time. Perhaps they would understand in the future. I hoped my brother would, some day.
I did feel that they cared about me in their own way. Mom had, after all, gone to Alexander and asked him to find me for her, even if it meant that I would make this choice: to be with him, and not with her. And my father had always been there for me.
I felt that at some point down the road, I would make peace with them. But for now, I wanted to focus on my own happiness, my own peace, and my own family. And that was impossible to do with the chaos that had always been involved in living with my parents.
Despite their tortured pasts, they had tried to change and find God, yet they hadn’t found real love or peace. I was hoping that it had changed now, that they saw the consequences of their ways. But only time would tell. Once I felt ready to let them in again, I would give it a go. But not today.
Today was for me and my new husband and those who had truly always stood by us, namely, Stella, of course, and even Jon, who, although he had had understandable misgivings, had always supported Alex, even more so than a father would have.
Alexander sold his company and left it for good. Obviously, the media had a field day, finding it hard to believe that his life as a social bee was over. He promised it was his turn to have a fair go at life, and to share it with his queen, who in case anyone asked, was me. His assets were his, though, and so we were set for life.
He was already building up another company. The technology was top secret, of course, but he shared it with me. We would work on it together: it was new ultrasound equipment that would help diagnose both people and animals so that they would receive better medical care.
Eventually, I would go to vet school, and use our technology to help heal my furry patients. But first, I would grow my small family.
And me… well, I stood still, holding my bouquet under the flowered tree, covered with a silk dress that layered on me softly from shoulder to toe. It was the precious belly bump that made me proudest, knowing that I would be the best mother I could possibly ever be to my son.
A baby and a husband with no need for a job in my life other than taking care of my family right now; I was as happy as I could be. I would have plenty of time in the future to pursue my career goals.
And there we stood, the three of us, baby included, in utero, joined together in matrimony by Jonathan, who had become an ordained minister in order to have this honor. Stella was also there, crying tears of joy, and I handed her my bouquet when the time came.
Alexander took my hand and knelt, looked me in the eye and recited his vows to me. Once he was done, I recited mine to him, and the beauty of it was that it came out perfectly.
We had rings and a promise.
I promise to take,
Your dreams in my heart.
The driest of fates,
Won’t take us apart.
In you I find hope,
And a love to bestow.
I promise you now,
Till death and beyond.
And we kissed. His lips were as soft as I remembered, and his hands gritted madly through my hair, tickling my fanny, juicing it up and tempting me for an early honeymoon.
“Honey, no need to rush now,” I whispered, and laughed.
“Oh… but there is always a rush, Mrs. Foster. I want you madly.”
He smirked, licking his lips and sweeping me off my feet.
Jonathan watched on, proud that his young boy had become a man and that he was soon to be a granddad. His silent tear was enough for me, joined with the happy tears that were flowing from Stella’s eyes.
“Come on Jon, you won’t be lugging us around for too long…” called Alexander, placing me on the limo seat, directly where we last sat, as he drove us home those many moons ago
Alexander shut our door and held my hand in his. Stella got in with us.
“Oh dear me, sir,” Jon started, taking off his jacket and plopping himself in the driver’s seat. “When am I never needed when it comes to you two?”
“Ha-ha, just drive, Jonathan. We shan’t be late again,” Alex said, laughing at his try at a southern accent, and closing the soundproof compartment between the driver and us, two lovers, headed for Alex’s house – now my house, too – before leaving tomorrow for a private one-month long honeymoon on an island deep in the Caribbean.
“Oh no, we shan’t… let’s keep that word… I like it,” I urged.
We dropped Stella off at her house, and I hugged her tightly and thanked her once again for all of her support. Then Jon drove us home, where I was now alone with my new husband.
I slowly slipped out of my dress as Alexander knelt down and planted light kisses on my legs, carefully parting my thighs for our more pleasure, kissing my inner thighs to the hum of our promise to each other.
“Alexander… oh, yeah,” I moaned, as he slipped his tongue inside me.
Alex slipped a finger inside me as well, and smiled up at me encouragingly, with care and compassion in his eyes. Those deep eyes that spoke of wonder and lust to me, the eyes that looked deep into mine with the promise of love and affection.
His strong arms felt too warm for me, as my hair fell out of my updo and onto my face, as if acting like a shield against the entire world.
Us against the world, Alexander.
His eyes spoke dreams to me, and his lips were whispering secrets of love and life. Alexander looked at me with a sense of want, and I could feel his bulge harden into my legs as his breath quickened.
I wanted to take his lips on mine, but before I could close my eyes and lean into his chiseled chin, he hoisted me into the air like a rag doll and placed my body onto his lap.
Biting my lips, I gave him what he wanted, grinding into his crotch and gazed at him with intent. My legs glistened, and my breasts heaved like a revved engine. I could see his body language suggest we get to it right there and then, and I could swear his heart was beating right through his chest.
As I was just about to get up and grab him by the zipper, he changed his stance and smiled cunningly at me. Bringing himself closer and into a kiss, our tongues slashed in the endeavor of a spark, and a moan escaped from our lips to each other’s throats in anticipation.
He stroked his left hand onto my waiting pussy and perked up the nipples on my heaving chest. Sweat trailed slowly as we kissed in undulated passion, lying on each other against the soft, leather seat.
I pulled off his shirt. Our navels collided and glided silkily over each other as we were joined to the hip in ecstasy. It was an art, what we were doing. Our eyes fleeted at one another, as my knees were raised, and I got his pants down.
Alex’s dick was long and slick with precum. He lay down with his legs in a kneeling position, and I straddled his waist. We joined at the hip with a smack, and another, and then another. My breasts bounced slowly, making sure the energy flow was constant, and my nails dug into his hair, begging for sweet release.
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br /> “Aaaah…”
“Mmmmhhhh…”
Moans, followed by shivers on our bodies made it clear of an impending orgasm that shook us to the core. I squirted hard on him, but he was not yet done. I kissed him and licked off my mess from his sheened body. I took his thick cock and pressed my lips onto it, slowly, seductively, my eyes never leaving his.
Alexander threw his head back in bliss, grabbing my neck and hair and slowly massaging the puckered nub at the base of my ass. My fingers tensed on his cock, as I knew what was to happen was something my biology could not deny.
He rubbed me slowly, taking one finger inside my hot pussy and moistening its tip and taking it one knuckle deeper into my asshole. My breath never changed, my heart stayed still, and my bones did not dare tense.
I sucked his rod of pleasure with no rush, making sure he enjoyed it as much as I did. Alexander’s eyes were looking into mine. He played around with my hair. My five fingers left marks wherever they went.
Dick slurped onto tongue, slicking wet and pulsating into thickness and a rock steady beam. I back curved like a wave, my mouth sucking deeper and deeper still till my throat gagged at the forceful entry. He could not keep it in any longer, as soon as I twirled my tongue and squeezed the base of his dick and hairless balls, he screamed in agonizing pleasure.
His neck tensed, his eyes bulged, and his lower lip bloodied from the sheer force of his bite from the pleasure he had to muffle. Streaming cum gushed into my waiting throat, and I took it all in with no fuss or muss. When I was done, Alexander looked down at me with love in his eyes.
“Valeria,” he said. “It’s always been you. Ever since the first day I saw you, I knew that a spark had been triggered. What we have is more, way more than what people purport to have in their relationships. With you, I feel my soul has achieved peace. My whole and your whole complement each other in a manner unfathomable and come hell or high water you and I are meant to be together.”
