Page 21 of Falling Again
Kayla smiles at me and runs her fingers through my hair. “I wanted to surprise you.” Then she backs away from me. Before I can protest, she’s lifting her sweater over her head and dropping it to the floor. “Besides, I wanted a few hours with you to myself before the little man is here and I have to be quiet when you ravish me.” She waggles her eyebrows and a throaty chuckle escapes me.
I stride forward, grab her by the hips, and toss her over my shoulder. She shrieks and I slap her ass gently as I carry her down the hall to our bedroom. Once there, I drop her on the bed before immediately climbing over top her. Kayla wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me down on top of her. I nuzzle her neck, pressing kisses up until I reach her ear, where I whisper, “I love my surprise.”
Then I lift myself off of her and make quick work of removing my clothes. Kayla senses the change in energy, the urgency that has filled the air, and removes her bra and panties. A fleeting desire to do that myself crosses my mind, but I know I can do it next time. Right now, I need to be inside her, joining us together in the deepest way possible.
The reality of being apart for a week acts as foreplay for both of us, because by the time I’m naked, my cock is rock hard, and Kayla is rubbing herself shamelessly. When she lifts her fingers away from her clit, I pull them into my mouth and suck.
“Fuck. You’re soaked for me,” I growl. The taste of her arousal drives me wild and I flip over onto my back, pulling her on top. She lines up with my dick and lowers herself without hesitation.
We don’t need anymore words, we let our bodies do the talking. The rhythm is fast and frantic, as it always is the first time we’re together after being apart. Kayla rides me with her hands on my chest and I grab her ass to guide her. When her moans turn to gasps and she starts calling out my name, I know she’s close. Thank fuck for that, because I’m ready to blow.
Kayla comes with a moan and the tightening of her heat around my cock is exactly what I need to explode into my own orgasm. I spill into her, her sex milking my dick for every last drop. When she collapses onto my chest, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. Our heartbeats are racing together. It’s one more way that we are connected.
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Sex with Kayla is better than anything. But feeling her warm body next to mine as we lay there, tangled together, open and connected, is perfection. My hand lazily traces up and down her spine, and Kayla is drawing spirals on my chest with her fingers.
“I was thinking of taking next year off from international trips.”
I tilt my head so I can look down at Kayla. Her statement takes me by surprise; I thought she loved the balance of still doing a few bigger trips each year. Don’t get me wrong, I miss her like crazy every time, and selfishly I want her here all the time. But I would never stand in the way of her career.
“Are you sure? I thought we were doing okay with your work schedule,” I say.
She lifts herself up on one elbow so she can look down at me and I see an odd mixture of excitement and trepidation on her face.
“We were, we are, but I miss you and Toby so much when I go. And with Ella’s baby coming in the spring, I don’t want to be away from my family.”
Her eyes drop to where her fingers have started drawing faster shapes on my chest and I can sense the nerves growing.
“You and Toby, you’re my family, just as much as my sisters are. Right?”
“Of course we are.”
“So, you wouldn’t be opposed to making that official?”
Now it’s my turn to lift myself up so I can look her in the eye. If she’s saying what I think she’s saying, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Not opposed at all,” I say slowly.
Kayla’s eyes rise to meet mine and they’re shining with tears.
“Will you marry me, Sam?”
My heart is bursting, but I can’t answer her right away. I climb out of bed and walk over to the dresser. Reaching into the back of the top drawer, I pull out a small box, walk back over to the bed, and drop to one knee beside Kayla. She’s sitting up now and has never looked more beautiful, with her hair all mussed, the sheet pooled around her waist, a joyous smile on her face.
“I’ll marry you, if you’ll marry me. And be Toby’s mom.”
I open the box and Kayla gasps at the oval cut amethyst and diamond ring inside. I had it designed last month and Toby helped. We wanted something unique and this is it. He’s going to be bummed he wasn’t here for this; we had planned to ask her together. But this moment is perfect. There’s just one more word that I need, and it could be the most important word of all.
“Yes.”
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