Page 64 of Georgia: Britain's Story: Part 1
“Yeah, I get it. I don’t want to lose you too, though, Max. So if you think there’s something I can do, I’m all ears.”
“Nah, man, that’s for you to figure out. I’ve got shit to do. I’ll see you around.” He closes the door behind him as he leaves.
It’s insanity feeling so fucking good and so bad all at the same time. I’m still high off Britain admitting she loves me, but I’m dying inside over losing my best friends. I fucking knew this, though.You knew all of this, Liam, and yet I still made the choice to be with her, to try to pursue her. Because I knew, from that first day at Broken Ridge that she was meant to be mine. That I’ve never belonged to anyone else because I only belonged to her.
I have an idea forming in my mind about how to make this right, but I don’t know that I’m strong enough to do it. Do I trust that Britain loves me enough to choose me? That’s what it all boils down to, and I don’t know that answer.
I still need to tell her about why Matt broke up with her and how I was involved, but when I came home and she was crying on the bathroom floor, a part of me caved in, just like I always do. I needed to console her, make her better. I couldn’t add to her pain and grief. Finding out something like she did today, that could destroy a person, she didn’t need me piling on to that, but I probably should have done it anyways. Just embraced the suck and gotten everything out in the open once and for all.
But I couldn’t because I was being a coward, just like I was a coward with Matt and I can see what that got me, a ruined relationship. I can’t lose her. No matter what I do, I can’t lose her, but every time I look over the situation, all I see are the chances of us being together in the end dwindling.
“Baby, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”Fuck me, I’ve been dreaming about Britain all night, and this is the one dream I can’t stop having. Her riding me, bare, no condom. The dream is always the same, she wakes me up in the middle of the night with my cock in her mouth, like she just did in this one. Once I’m hard and soaking wet, she’ll slide down on top of me.
This dream is the same as always. I woke up to her sucking on my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. As soon as I started to get close, though, she released me from her mouth and straddled me, lining me up at her entrance as she slowly lowered herself down. No barrier between us, I feel like I could come instantly but I’m holding off, never wanting this feeling to end. I’m gripping her hips tightly, moving with her at her pace. She’s soaking wet and whimpering for me.
“Bambi, do you love my cock?” I’m so fucking greedy when it comes to her, I want all her praise. I fucking need it.
“Yes, baby, I love your cock.” She lets out a little pant. “I love the way you feel, thick and throbbing for me.” She cries out, as we pick up the pace. “You’re mine, Liam. I’m yours and you’re mine.” She lets out a deep moan as her orgasm racks her body, arching her back and clawing at my chest. She feels like fucking heaven. I explode right behind her, slamming her down on top of me. My vision fades to black, my release coating her walls, our cum combining and fueling the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. She’s still riding me, crying out for me.
“I love you, Britain.” I finally get it out as my spasms start to slow.
“I love you, too, Liam.” She leans down, kissing me, biting my lower lip like she always does. She slides off of me, heading towards the water closet. I lean over to my nightstand checking the time on my phone,4:30. This isn’t a fucking dream. I immediately reach down, grabbing my cock, confirming that I was not, in fact, wearing a condom. I feel panic stricken.Fuck, that’s not what she wants.
“Baby?” I call to her, but she can’t hear me over the sound of the bathroom sink. She crawls back into bed, scooting in for a cuddle.
“Baby?” I try again.
“Yeah?”
“I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
“I know,” is all she says, reaching over, giving me a kiss. I’m shocked, for a moment I don’t know what to say.
“Baby, are you sure? I thought that’s not what you wanted?”
All she says is, “I’m sure.” And even though it’s dark, I can see her knowing smile, and I forget about everything, every other fucking thing leaves my brain. All I can think about is her, all I care about is her. I’m immediately on top of her, pushing her flat against the bed.
“Damnit, Britain, I love you so fucking much, baby.” I slide into her again, thrusting deep while she lets out a little moan. I could die over how good she feels. She’s my perfect fucking partner in every way. “You were made for me, weren’t you, my love?” She’s biting her lip while she nods, driving me in faster.
“Tell me you want this, Bambi. I need to hear it.”
“I want you to come in me, baby. I want you to fill me up, then let me lick you clean so I get every last drop of you.”Jesus.
“You and your filthy mouth, Bambi,” I say before I slam my mouth down on top of hers, claiming her, just like I’m claiming her pussy. The only thought in my mind is that she belongs to me, she’s fucking mine and I’m never letting her go.
I release her mouth, looking down on my beautiful wife.Fuck. I can’t help the way I think about her sometimes. I want her with me for the rest of my life.I can’t believe I’m doing this. I slide out of her, and she protests. It only takes me seconds to get to the bathroom, to open my bottom drawer and grab the little velvet box. My fist is concealing it as I get back in bed, settling back on top of her.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
“More than okay, Bambi.” I drop a gentle kiss on her lips. “Britain, baby, I knew the minute I saw you, you were going to be important to me. I didn’t know how, or when, or why but I knew it then. And I know it now.Youare the most important part of my life and I want us to be partners, and best friends, and husband and wife.
I love you, baby and I can’t imagine a life without you in it. I want to wake up to you in our bed every morning, and I want to come home to you in our house every night. I want to love you, and have babies with you, and be a stepdad, and the only person I’ve ever wanted any of this with is you. Only you. It’s only ever been you, Britain.” She inhales sharply when I pause, “Bambi, will you marry me?” I open the ring box, holding it up for her.
“Liam,” it comes out as a whisper. My stomach is burning and my hands might be shaking. Her pause is going on a bit too long, but finally, in her quietest voice, she says, “yes.” I drop the ring, grabbing her face in my hands and kiss her with everything I have. I release her, just looking down on my whole world as she says, “I love you, Liam.”
“I love you too, baby. I can’t believe you’re mine.” I slip the ring out of its box, sliding it on her left hand ring finger. It’s still dark in our room, so she probably can’t see it, but that can wait. I kiss her again. “You’re mine, baby,” and I lean down, placing a kiss on her sex, “This is mine.” She lets out a soft giggle and then I place a kiss on her abdomen, “This is mine, too.” Even in the dark, I can tell she’s blushing.
I nudge her legs to open a bit wider, and I slide back into her. It’s like coming home. The feeling, beyond words. I know she likes it rough, so I slam into her, and she cries out for me. “Yes, please, more!” I can’t believe I get to fuck her like this for the rest of my life. I’m already close.
