Page 58 of Venom's Sting
My mother gives her a kiss on both cheeks then rushes round to do the same to me. Amy just called her ‘mother-in-law’ in French, and the fact that she learned that makes me realize that maybe this isn’t as much of a surprise as I thought it would be.
Of course there’s raucous applause and loud stomping of feet echoing through the small restaurant. All my club brothers come over and congratulate us. Obviously, they’d gotten the heads-up about the proposal. Doing something like that in public is always fraught with danger, but I knew that me and my Amy were both on the same page.
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After an hour or so, we bow out because I have another surprise for the woman I love. But instead of leading her back to my bike, I take her down a winding path past my mother’s house all the way back to a special spot. I have something important for her to see.
Her hands fly to her cheeks when she sees the large white canvas tent I’ve pitched. It’s strung with lights and inside I’ve made it nice for us.
“What is all this?”
“If you approve, it’ll be the spot we build our first home. That’s if you don’t mind being close to my mother.”
She gives me playful smack on the arm. “Of course not. I adore your mother. She’s my new role model, seeing the kick-ass way she handled herself with my grandfather’s men was nothing short of inspiring.”
Although I’m not sure how I feel about that new bit of information, I set it aside in favor of making our special night perfect. I pull back the flap of the tent and usher her inside. She takes a second to slowly spin around. When she turns back to me, she asks, “Did your mom help with all this?”
I step forward and pull her close. “Of course not. I have a brain and good taste. I picked it all out and arranged it myself just for you, because I wanted tonight to be a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
“You did a wonderful job. The lights, fresh flowers, and that rug is so luxurious.”
I glance over my shoulder at the queen-size bed. I’ve made it up with all white bedding, like a bridal bed. “I was thinking that we might spend the night here. I can make you scream my name all night long and no one will hear.”
She immediately begins unsnapping my cut and then unbuttoning my shirt. “Maybe, I can make you screammyname for once. What do you think about that idea?”
I grin, “With your talented mouth, fingers, and pussy anything’s possible, darlin’.”
I’d considered rigging up my phone so we could have some music but deciding what songs would accompany such a special night was too much pressure. So instead, we have the sound of the waves, which to be honest is probably a hell of a lot more romantic. We make short work of undressing each other, when we move together, it’s sensuous, sexy, and sweet. This is everything my mind, heart, and body has been missing out on for all these years. It’s the dream I was never bold enough to dream.
Once we’re naked I take a moment to appreciate her curves in the soft glow of the artificial candles I’ve set all around the tent. Real candles would have been better—but putting out a fire in a tent because you accidentally knocked over a tealight is a good way to ruin a romantic evening. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. Seeing her laying there all naked and eager for my cock while my ring glistens on her finger, makes me as hard as a rock.
I come down on top of her and pour my heart out to her in a kiss that’s meant to seal her to me. Her hands roam over my chest and down my abdomen. This woman of mine loves to touch and tease me almost as much as I love doing the same to her. I spend plenty of time on her breasts because I love the way she moans as I suck her nipples deep into my mouth. My attention there also ramps up her desire and I want her writhing, wet, and willing when I fill her with my cock.
The best way to get her really wet is by licking her pretty pussy. She loves it when I do that and so do I. Tonight, I take extra care to take my time, starting out slowly, and building the intensity until she explodes on my tongue. Women always taste good, but Amy is like nectar on my tongue. She’s slowlybecoming an obsession for me, and I want to please her in every way possible.
I pick her up, although she’s still in a boneless heap from the orgasm I just gave her.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, as I carry her out of the tent.
There are no streetlamps here, so the stars look like jewels. Moonlight dances over the sea below, and other than the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks it’s silent. I walk across the ground with my love in my arms, “We can go back to the tent if you want, but it’s such a nice night, I thought we could lie here and watch the stars as we make love.”
As I say the words, I start to cringe, thinking that maybe what sounded romantic in my head, in reality is a huge turn off for her. Before I do an about turn, she says, “That sound perfect, but won’t anyone see us?”
I shake my head, “No, this is private land, it’s all my mom’s. Well, ours now because I’ve bought this parcel for us. I used to play here as a child, see the trees back there?” I point over to a large oak. “I bet my swing is still there.”
“A swing?” she says and lets out a delightful giggle as she wriggles free from my arms and runs to the trees.
I catch up with her just as she’s about to sit down on the wooden seat, I hand her the blanket I’d brought for us to lie on, “Here, you might wanna put this down first. I don’t want you getting splinters in your pretty ass.”
She spreads it on the swing and sits down then experimentally pushes off. I don’t know who gets the idea first, but we both suddenly stop and look at one another.
“You’re at just the right height,” I say.
“Right height for what?” she asks sounding all kinds of innocent. I’m just about to explain my idea, when she gives me a wicked grin. She kicks out her feet and swings backward and forwards, “So how does this work?”
I grab the ropes to stop the swing, then move closer to her. My cock is rock hard again, and just thinking about being inside her has a small bead of precum leaking out my tip, “We can use it anyway you want. You can lie back, and I can fuck you like this, or you can lie over the swing if you want me from behind.”
She smiles slowly and parts her legs, showing me her pussy. It’s glistening in the moonlight, “Fuck, babe. You are one sexy woman.”