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Kim opened the door to her house and dropped her books near the stairs. Glancing into the living room she saw that Clay and her sister’s husband, Craig, were watching a baseball gam together. As soon as Clay saw her, he jumped up and came over to her. He took the sucker from her mouth and kissed her in greeting.
“Grape.” He licked his lips, and put the sucker in his mouth.
She rolled her eyes and turned to her brother-in-law.
“JJ says it’s time to go if you want to get to the lake before dark.”
“Got it!” Craig jumped to his feet, gave Clay a high five, Kim a quick hug, and was out the door.
“You two get along well.” She smiled, closing the door.
“Well, you know, us redhead’s have got to stick together.” Clay pointed at his natural toned locks.
He’d stopped dying them about a month ago, and the colour had reverted back to its original shade of red.
“Breanne’s going to kill you when you go back for Halloween.” Kim giggled.
A shadow crossed his face and he looked away.
“Honey?” She asked, reaching out and stroking his cheek.
“Do you find me more attractive with blonde hair? He asked, straightforward as always when something didn’t sit right with him.
“Oh, Clay.” she said, her heart wrenching a little. “That’s not what I meant.” She turned his face to hers. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I thought you were quite cute at your audition, before they sexed you up. Sure, Simon says you were ugly, but I disagree with that man on most things, and I would love you blonde, red, or purple, if you will.”
His hand covered hers on his cheek, and he held her close to him.
“You thought I was cute? Someone you’d never met who looked utterly uncool, geeky, and was the laughing stock of the judges?”
She nodded, blushing a little. His eyes lit up with joy, and he kissed her enthusiastically. Now he was the one who tasted like grape lollipops. The weather had been abnormally hot for late September, reaching almost 30°C. she’d been hot as well, all day, but not in exactly the same way.
Clay had almost kept her in bed that morning, and she’d been aching (Aiken..teehee) for him all day. They’d never gone that far before, and she was sure that if hot weather did the same thing to him as it did to her, tonight was going to be very interesting.
She’d sent a prayer of thanks to God for making this the weekend that they had the house to themselves.
“Baby…I…” Clay blushed and looked at her shyly.
“After that kiss, you really don’t need to ask permission Mr. Aiken.” She licked his lips. “Just ask where.”
He shuddered, and gripped her hips, holding them tight against him.
“I have something else I need to ask first.” Clay sucked on her ear lobe. “Since I won’t sleep with just anyone, will you…be…my…” He swallowed. “Wife?”
She’d only known him for a couple of months, but it felt right to her that she should marry him so soon.
“Yes. I will.” She sniffled. He rained kisses all over her face, wiping her tears of joy away, and she wiped away a few of his as well. Once again, his lips landed upon hers.
“I love you.” she whispered.
“I love you too.” He grinned, and kissed her passionately. “Well?” He asked.
“Your bed. It’s a double.” she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and his whole body hummed in delight.
Their hands entwined, and they ran up the stairs to the guestroom. Clay pulled her over to the bed, pushing her down lightly. After he closed the door, he reached into his bag and pulled out a box. Inside was a white gold wedding band with an inset sapphire. He slipped it on her finger, and joined her on the bed. She lay beneath him, his shirt now discarded, splaying her hands on his chest, trying to respond to his demanding kisses.
It was almost too hard to believe that it was Clay, but it was, and that thought alone made her shiver deliciously. He tugged insistently at the hem of her shirt, and she sat up, helping him remove it. As if by some magnetic force, his lips attached to her collarbone, and she arched into his touch.
He teased the tops of her breasts before pulling at the fabric of her bra with his teeth. In an extreme act of flexibility, she unclipped it, and it was soon far away forming them. She lightly ran her nails across his stomach as he explored first one breast and then the other.
One hand buried itself in his hair, and the other pulled at his belt buckle. He sat back on his heels to assist her, but she had other plans. Pushing him back on the bed, she explored every inch of his buttermilk skin, tearing his pants off as she finished.
It was quite obvious how he felt about the whole situation, by the tenting of his black silk boxers. Gently, she pressed a hand to the bulge, feeling its shape through the fabric. This time, her arched into her touch, and she got a rush of pleasure. She climbed up on his body, rubbing against him as she went His hand gripped her hair and he kissed her hotly.
Once again, she was pinned beneath him, her pants having disappeared somewhere in between being on top of him and being pressed into the mattress. His long fingers stroked her hipbone and she whimpered. He pulled her underwear from her heated body, and slowly drew a finger along her wet core. She whimpered louder, and he slowly inserted a finger into her warmth. Then another. She bucked against his hand as she built up a sensuous rhythm. His lips were everywhere, her face, her neck, and her lips. His thumb brushed against her clit and ecstasy rippled through her body.
She was still convulsing when he slowly entered her. He grunted in pleasure, and she wrapped her legs around him, taking his deeper. Slowly, he pulled out, and then slowly pushed back in. It dawned on her that he was doing unlike any other man she’d ever slept with. He was making love to her. It was amazing. He made her feel complete, and safe, loved, and hungry for more all at the same time. And he was her fiancé!
As they climaxed together, tears of love streaked her face, and he kissed them away. He wrapped her in protective arms, and held her close to him.
“I love you Clayton.” She whispered, seconds away from sleep.
“I love you more, Kimberly.” He returned, kissing her damp cheek.
She laughed softly, and her breathing slowed. Clay watched her sleep for a while, and then drifted off himself.
Together they slept peacefully that night.
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