Page 104 of Choosing a Forever
The organ blares behind me, and I open my hymn book to the opening song, shaking off the slithering feeling coating my skin. I should be happy to be home. I had a good number of baptisms and conversions on my mission, and I worked hard. I should be feeling happy, fulfilled.
So why do I feel like something’s missing?
This time, instead of speaking about the hopes I had for my mission when I left, I recount the things I saw and the people I met.
I talk about how strongly I felt the presence of Christ with me.
And for the first time, a slither of doubt creeps in if what I’m saying is true.
Last night, after Mack clenched around me so tight I thought I’d be locked inside her forever—which would be a dream come true—we took our spent and exhausted bodies to the shower.
I slid my dick between Mack’s juicy thighs, our soapy bodies sliding together while nudging her clit with every thrust until we both came again.
Then, we tumbled into bed naked, and I slept deeper than I ever have. I woke up to my hard dick nestled against Mack’s ass. She spread her legs, and we had slow, sensual morning sex while we kissed and caressed before I came inside her again.
I swear I’m never going to get enough of her. I feel feral—like if I stop touching her I’ll die.
Is this what marriage is like? I can’t recall anyone I know exhibiting this kind of behavior. Maybe they do feel out of control, but they’re good at hiding it in public.
I hope I can keep it together long enough to have dinner at my parents’ house.
I have some questions now that I’m not drunk on Mack and hazy with lust. What did she mean when she said she couldn’t have kids? I feel like it’s something we should discuss since we’re together for real now. I know it’s expected of us to have children, and my parents will probably ask about it, but truth be told, I’ve never really thought about having kids of my own.
I love kids, and I think Hannah’s babies are adorable, but if Mack didn’t want any, I would be perfectly content to live out the rest of my days with just her.
The twins should be home in an hour, and Mack’s in the bathroom getting ready while I wait for Enoch to bring Siren back. I didn't want anything to interrupt us last night, luckily, he was willing to watch her so she wouldn't be neglected.
The doorbell rings, and I open the door to find my golden girl tippy-tapping on the porch. I drop to a crouch and give her head scratches, cooing about how much I missed her.
Her tongue laps at my face, and her tail wags with excitement at being back home.
I motion for Enoch to follow me inside while I let Siren out in the backyard so she can get some zoomies out.
“Congratulations, man.” He pats me on the shoulder with a big smile on his face.
“Um, thanks? What for?”
“Finally losing your virginity!”
I shush him. “Will you keep your voice down? Jesus, dude. How do you even know?”
Enoch shrugs. “You’ve got that post-orgasmic glow and a dopey smile on your face.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re full of it, Smithe. I’m not talking about my sex life with you.”
Enoch’s smile becomes teasing, and he practically vibrates. “Oooh, so you have a sex life now, eh? Iknewit. Like I said, congratulations.”
I roll my eyes but still can’t stop the smile on my face. “Thanks.”
He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Now, tell me all about—”
“No.”
He nods. “Off limits. Understood.” Enoch leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “It’s fucking awesome, isn’t it?”
“What’s awesome?” Mack asks from the top of the stairs.
Oh no, that dress is… I’m in trouble.
