Wiley grabbed his pants and announced he had to get something from his car. I giggled as he almost fell over as he hurriedly slipped on his pants before heading out the door.
I sat on the patio loveseat, enjoying more of the champagne. The moon high in the sky illuminated the night.
Wiley had dashed off, telling me to hold that thought. Still in the afterglow and buzzed, I pondered what thought? Thinking back to what I had said, it occurred to me that I had professed my commitment to him. Oh my, was this it? Was he going to propose to me?
l was suddenly overwhelmed with apprehension. I had no doubts I loved Wiley, but we agreed to wait until after the summer break to move forward with our relationship. He had grad school looming and a summer job when he returned home. I was to spend the break with Grandma Stacy at the ranch and return for my senior year to earn my degree. Granted, I could earn it with one more semester. I needed just twelve credits to achieve my BS in Logistics.
All that aside. I heard the door, and Wiley returned, excited and out of breath. Breathing heavily, he poured himself a glass and gulped it down. I could tell he was nervous, as was I.
He took a deep breath, knelt before me, grasped my hands, and spoke, "Lily, Sweet, this past week has been the highlight of my life, and It is all because of you. My heart soars at the sight of your beautiful face, the sparkle in your green eyes. I have seen the passion whenever you look at me. I love the way your lips move when you smile. I love their taste. I love the melodic sound of your voice and the way you laugh. I love the scent of flowers in your hair and how it moves in a gentle breeze."
I was spellbound by his words, was breathing rapidly, and my heart rate soared. Tears welled up as I was overcome with emotion.
He continued, "I know we discussed while apart, spending the break deciding our futures and what it means for us moving forward. Sweet, I know what I want," He reached into his pants pocket and presented me with a ring. It was a solitary diamond surrounded by small green emerald stones. I was awestruck by the beauty of the ring and its significance.
"I want to spend my life with you. Will you,"
That's all he got out as I leapt out of the chair at him, yelling, "Yes, yes, Oh god, yes." in my exuberance, we tumbled to the floor. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him.
"Whoa, Sweet," he said, smiling up at me. He took hold of my left hand, "May I continue," he asked. "Lily, will you marry me?"
I was giddy with excitement, trying to contain my emotions, and replied, "Yes! My love, I will marry you!"
Wiley slipped the ring on my ring finger. At that moment, I knew he was mine, and I would be forever his. I leaned down, and our lips met. The kiss was soft and tender, a sweet confirmation of our love.
I sat up and said, "I know we have so much to discuss, but for now, I want to make sweet love with my fiance. Oh, I love the sound of that." I stood and offered my hand and pulled him to his feet. With his hand in mine, I led him to the bed, and we embraced, "You are so beautiful, my Sweet; I love you," and he kissed me tenderly.
"It feels so good to be in your arms. I love you, Wiley." We kissed with the passion that burned between us and stoked our desire.
I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands reached behind me and pulled me close. Our lips parted, and he kissed my neck. His lips began moving lower and left a trail of light, tantalizing wetness down my neck and onto my chest before he reached my breasts. His smooth tongue traced the curved contours of my right breast, then the left, and teased the hardened nipples. I gasped, and soft moans escaped my lips as he nibbled and sucked each.
He reached down, his hands grasped my ass and easily lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my own behind his neck. We kissed hungrily, desire and passion coursing through his lips and into mine. He laid me down gently on the bed.
Wiley removed his pants and stood before me as I admired his muscled chest, abs, and trim waist. The rippled muscles on his arms and legs, the fully erect cock that stood proud before me. I licked my lips in anticipation of the pleasure it would soon provide.
Wiley lay alongside me. Our eyes met as we faced each other and were burning with passion. I reached out and caressed his chest. He gave a soft moan. I burned with desire. I laid back, pulled him on top of me, and wrapped my legs around his hips. "Please, Wiley! Take me now!"
He extended both arms and placed his hands on either side of my waist. Pushing up, he rose. My eyes moved down his torso, and I saw what I needed, what I desired, and what I wanted deep within me!
His cock was fully erect, long, and thick. He slid it up and down over my labia. He took my wetness as his own and slowly entered. I felt my tightness being stretched as his cock fully impaled me, my vaginal wall clamped down onto him. I moaned and arched my back as he pulled back, then thrust forward. I felt his cock slide deep within my velvety depths. He began to thrust with a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves throughout my body with increasing intensity as he pummeled me.