by J J Loraine
“Deal.”
21
Owen
We kiss again and it’s all worth it.
All the fighting, all the danger, all the uncertainty.
I have Sophie now, and that all I ever wanted.
It doesn’t take long for me to work my way down her neck.
I take the top of her sweatshirt between my teeth, just like I promised, and I pull.
She lifts her arms up and bends her head down and her sweatshirt comes off with so much ease I’m left wondering what took me so long to even try in the first place.
My body is sore and battered from my months in the battlefield; my mind was nearly frayed from the constant fighting, but now, with Sophie in my arms, all of my troubles wash away.
I feel free and safe and healthy and renewed.
I push her against the trunk of the big oak tree and a rain storm of water droplets wash over us.
Sophie giggles as the cool beads fall onto our exposed skin. They’re cool, but the heat emanating from us both is enough to turn them into steam.
Mist envelops us as we tear our clothes off like werewolves and howl in pleasure out into the quiet night.
I take her big, steaming breasts in my hands and the contact of her warm, exposed skin sends me into a frenzy. I eat her up as she squirms and whines in happiness.
“Oh, Owen,” she whimpers. “No more waiting. Take me, now!”
Her cries echo through the empty park as I grant her wishes.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I growl into her ear, as I grab her by the hips and flip her around.
She raises her arms against the bark and steadies herself, sticking her big, juicy ass out into the air for me.
I bite my lip and step forward.
She’s tight, but we’re a perfect fit.
Her big cheeks close around me and I groan out in pleasure.
“Never leave me again,” she whispers, through her moaning.
“I won’t,” I answer back.
I’m starting to breathe heavier now. I thrust into her with all the pent-up yearning of our months apart.
“Promise me,” she says, her voice nearly wobbling under my power.
“I promise,” I growl.
And with that, our conversation ends. We become two animals, lost in the primal pleasure of each other’s company. The only sounds we make our that of our grunts and moans of ecstasy and that of our sweaty skin sticking and smacking against each other.
It’s felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough when we both start to shake in climax.
Sophie goes first. Her thick thighs and ass tremble around my manhood and her fingernails dig into the tree bark before her. She cries out into the night and then, when I can’t take it any longer, I join her.
I explode inside of her, long and hard.
I hold on tight as I fill her up and when I’m done, I give her butt a loving little smack and kick her discarded sweatshirt beneath us until it’s splayed out like a picnic blanket.
We collapse down onto the shirt, still naked, and hold each other. I can feel her heartbeat through her sweaty skin.
Steam rises up around us.
“That was wonderful,” she whispers.
“I agree,” I respond. “Let’s do it again, sometime.”
Sophie giggles and I chuckle.
“Oh, well, if you insist,” she teases.
She buries her soft face into my arm and we just sit there, silently, without a care in the world.
Eventually, we star to get dressed again.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Pretty good,” she smiles. “I think you’ve cured me.”
I just smile.
“Hey... Owen,” she says, quietly.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I just have to know... did you say something to the dean at my school to get those mean girls off my back?”
I purse my lips and nod. I didn’t want to say anything – I know Sophie’s a big girl and that she can take care of herself, but I couldn’t help but try and help her. I just want her to be happy.
“Yeah, I had a word with him. He actually already knew about the girls. There had been several complaints about them before, but it’s hard to get things done at such big school. There’s so much bureaucracy. He moved a couple of mountains to appease a fellow fighter. He owed me one, though. Now we’re even.”
Sophie smiles and takes me by the arm. We’re both fully dressed now.
“Did you mean it?” she asks, as she rests her heard against my shoulder.
“Mean what?” I ask.
“When you said you’d never leave me again...”
“I did.”
“What about your job?”
“I’ve already retired and found a new job. I told you, we’re in high demand. I’m already getting paid a pretty penny, with great benefits, and the advance is enough to buy a house anywhere in the country. So, my question to you is, where do you want to live?”
Sophie’s grip tights around my arm as she thinks for a quick moment. It doesn’t take her long to know what she wants.
“I don’t care,” she says. “As long as I’m with you.”
Epilogue
Dear Sophie,
I know we live together; I know you must have giving me a weird look when I walked into the living room and dropped this envelop on your lap, and then walked away without saying a word – but I feel like there’s only one way I can do this.
Letters mean so much to us. To me and to you. They’ve saved me from when I was at my lowest and they’ve connected us when we were oceans apart. We’re so much closer now, and I could go a more traditional route, but when have we ever been traditional?
I was so lost after our first night under the oak tree, but your letters came to my rescue. I know we haven’t written much to each other since, but that’s only because we haven’t had to. Not a day goes by that we don’t see each other. No matter how late I have to stay at work, you’re always there waiting for me with a heart full of love when I get home.
So, I know this may seem odd at first, but I think you’ll agree, it’s the only way.
I ask you to write me one last letter – just one – to answer this simple question:
Will you marry me?
Love,
Owen.
∞∞∞
Dear Owen,
Yes.
Love,
Sophie.
Other Titles by J.J. Loraine
The Cage Family’s Fortune Series
Hunter: My Curves for Him (Book 1)
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B082VMWJCV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i11
Lily: Come Get My Curves (Book 2)
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B082XKS6XY/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i10
Jayden: Earning Her Curves (Book 3)
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0836FJK9T/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i9
