Page 104 of Beautiful Deceit
Within a few weeks,I can’t keep her from returning to work. Only a few days, at my insistence. It’s not that I don’t want her at the store. I just don’t want her rushing into anything and exhausting herself. I go in with her, watching her as she works. It takes a week before she finally tells me to go home.
I spend my time at home from then on. I start work on a few projects, mostly behind the scenes. I’m thinking about doing some theater, I mean I’m in New York after all. I’m not sure if I’m ready though to put myself back out there, yet. My life is so different now. The one thing I know, with any certainty, is that she will always be it for me.
I sit outside our stoop, reading a script and waiting for her to return from work. The early spring breeze is nice, and I have flipflops of my feet. I know she will comment the second she spots them.
A shadow is still hanging over us.
Darryl’s sentencing is scheduled for the middle of June. By some small miracle, he plead guilty to kidnapping and assault with the intent to do great bodily harm. Both charges combined should make it so he never sees the light of day again.
I put down the script, knowing my mind isn’t in it. I turn to better topics. I’ve been trying to decide if I should wait to propose until it’s all over. My mom says it won't matter, because she already knows what Sammy’s answer will be.
You need to just go with what feels right.She said over the phone. They returned home months ago. I think about those words as I feel the small box in my pocket that I’ve been carrying around for a few weeks. Every day I’ve had it, and it gets harder not to drop to my knees and ask her.
I’ve lived this moment a thousand times. I'll watch her face when she hopefully says yes, and it will be such a beautiful sight. I won't need a photo to remember how her eyes will light up or need a video to recall the sound of her gasp in surprise when she hears me ask those special words.
Yup, tonight is the night. I'm almost giddy, and I'll never in my life admit that I'm acknowledging that fact. I laugh at myself and continue to wait for Sam’s return home.
“Beau,"Sammy calls from our bedroom. I close the door to my study and take the stairs two at a time. I can hear her muttering to herself, before I reach the door.
"Stupid zipper," she curses, as I round the door. The sight before me has me frozen in my tracks.
Her back is to the door, the dress she’s trying to zip up must be stuck, as it gapes open, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the creamy skin of her back. An upside-down triangle is cut into the top of her panties. She arches, trying to tug up the zipper.
"Maybe if your ass wasn't so big it wouldn't be stuck!" she exclaims to herself.
"Awe baby, don’t be like that. I love your ass." I say, stepping into the room. I hear her huff of frustration.
“Beau can you zip me? Is this too small?" I know she wants help dressing, but all I want to do is remove the the fabric that's keeping me from her soft skin.
My voice deepens as I run my hands under the zipper all the way to the bottom.
"It's not too small Sweets, but I think it needs to come off." She wears the sexiest panties. They leave her entire ass exposed to my eyes.
I reach under the fabric and cup her full ass in my hand and squeeze.
"Beau," she whines, her back already arching, pushing her ass into my hand. "We're going to be late," she warns, sounding breathless.
My sweet Sammy has an appetite that rivals mine own, so I know I've already won. She lets me push the dress from her shoulders. It pools at her feet.
Black thigh-high stockings are held up by a prayer and a scrap of lace. I groan as she turns, looking like a wet dream in a black strapless bra and white lacy panties. Her heels are still on when she slowly steps forward out of the dress, her ankle straps keeping them in place.
I can't help but lick my lips.
Her mouth parts, watching me. I love how her eyes darken when I look at her, I love the way her full hips feel wrapped around me. I didn't think it'd be possible to love her more than I do in this moment, when she gives herself over to me freely.
“I love you," I say, because I can't not say it. "I will love you forever," I keep going.
She smiles at me sweetly. "I love you too Beau," she husks, bringing her body flush with mine.
Looking down at her, I continue, "I think I loved you before I met you. The idea of you. You make me real. You’re the person who makes me a better man." I can feel the atmosphere changing from lust to something so much more. “I can't imagine a day without you by my side. I promise to never go to bed angry, to never forget how I feel in this moment. I promise to always make you fall in love with me. If you give me one promise, sweet Sammy?"
"Anything," she answers immediately.
"Promise to be my wife and the mother of my children. Promise to love me the way only you can."
Her eyes are tearing up. I'm afraid I rushed it. I should have gone with the plan and waited a little longer.
I stop breathing for the four seconds, until she whispers around her hand covering her luscious lips, "Yes."
