She did moan, softly, her head sliding back slightly. "It feels so good," she gasped. With her eyes closed, it was a bit easier for her to speak her mind without having to look him directly in the eye. "I... I think about you every night, about how I wish I were with you, about how I can't wait to be your wife... I think about all the things we've done together in this room and sometimes I need... relief." Her cheeks turned a slight shade darker.
Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
He found it incredibly arousing nonetheless, maybe even more so because she seemed to really let herself go completely when she had her eyes closed like that. His breath came to him in short little pants, as he fingered her a little faster, building up the pace as she started stroking her clit more insistently.
"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
She went silent for a moment so that she could concentrate on the movement of his fingers with hers. He kept a perfect pace as her own fingers on her clit matched it. Mary could feel herself getting worked up, her pleasure rising with each pass of her fingers. So close.
Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
His breath stuttered, warm and heavy in his lungs, his gaze dark as he watched her, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked like this. Free, unembarrassed, blissed out as she took her pleasure. His fingers moved hard and fast, working her as she reached her orgasm, slowing down only once she started to come down from it.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
Her laugh in response was breathless, a joyous, carefree sound. Steve always made her feel like everything was alright, that she would always be safe with him, and that he he would love her until the day he died.
Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
He let out a soft chuckle, his gaze warm and loving as he watched her, so very taken by the way she laughed. Hands trailing up her back, his arms rounded her in a loose hold, pulling her close to him briefly.
"I did. Actually, I— loved it. Watching you like that... I fall in love with you all over again, Mary. Every time."
"You fall in love with me every time you watch me touch myself?" she asked. Mary raised a playful eyebrow at him. She was fairly sure that wasn't exactly what he meant, but she got the idea. They snuggled like this, Mary laying on his chest and Steve with his arms around her.
"I think I need to keep that act to myself and only bring it out for special occasions," she continued. "I wouldn't want you to grow complacent with it." Mary gave him a playful smile and pushed her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, absolutely. That's exactly what I meant," he said, taking her tone in a playful way, grinning and chuckling a little himself. He hadn't meant it quite so literally, of course, but he had a feeling she understood his meaning anyway.
"Mm, I wouldn't mind that either... I like everything else that we do together," he kissed her forehead, nuzzling into her hair. "Even just holding hands. Or talking."
“So do I,” she murmured, putting her lips to his again. “I love you.” Mary laid her head on his chest and grinned again when she caught sight of the engagement ring on her finger. She’d never known that she could be this happy. Some small pessimistic part of her had never believed it either. But she was exceedingly happy, lying here with the man she loved more than anything.
After another kiss, she whispered to him again. “Make love to me? I want to feel you inside me.”
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Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
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"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
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Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
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"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
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Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
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"I did. Actually, I— loved it. Watching you like that... I fall in love with you all over again, Mary. Every time."
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"I think I need to keep that act to myself and only bring it out for special occasions," she continued. "I wouldn't want you to grow complacent with it." Mary gave him a playful smile and pushed her fingers through his hair.
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"Mm, I wouldn't mind that either... I like everything else that we do together," he kissed her forehead, nuzzling into her hair. "Even just holding hands. Or talking."
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After another kiss, she whispered to him again. “Make love to me? I want to feel you inside me.”