Page 59 of Major Dad

“It’s amazing,” she says opening the clasp. “Will you do the honors?”

“Of course.” I take the chain and she lifts her curtain of hair. The exposure of her bare neck starts my dick unfurling, her skin is so delicious. I lock the piece in place around her and it falls into place between her breasts.

“Wow,” I say, “it’s so pretty hanging there.”

Our waiter sets the decadent brownie between us. We both reach for the same spoon.

Rylie’s hand lands on mine, and we laugh.

“Your fingers are naked, too,” I say.

She looks up at me with surprise on her face. Her brown eyes reflect the tremendous implications of the moment. “You mean?” she shutters, barely able to contain her excitement.

“Yes,” I say as I bring out the second offering of the evening.

My offering to my love.

I reveal a small black box.

She squeals with delight and says, “No? Really? Honest?”

“Yes, Rylie. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

I flip open the lid and reveal a sparkling ring set.

The diamonds reflect brilliantly as she takes the ring in her hands. She looks into my eyes. “Yes, Ethan, I accept,” she announces with confidence through the tears sparkling her eyes.

Smiling at me, she speaks to my heart and soul with the three most beautiful words I've ever heard, “I love you.”

I take the ring and slip it onto her finger.

We lean towards each other and join our lips as the entire restaurant bursts into wild clapping. Rylie laughs and looks around like she’d forgotten we were surrounded. I run my fingers through her hair. She pulls my face closer as her tongue speaks a sweet and silent language as it dances with mine. I drop one hand to her new pendant, rolling it in my fingers, I can feel the edge of her breasts against the back of my hand. My entire being is caught up in her. My cock is thumping in time with my heart. My heart is beating in time with my increasing desire. I might be about to explode with happiness.

As we slowly come down from our passionate interlude, the waiter brings the champagne and pops the cork. I pick up the spoon and feed her a generous bite of chocolaty goodness.

She mirrors me, and I find myself with a mouthful of warm gooey, sugary delight.

“That better be the second best thing in your mouth tonight,” she says.

I lean over, inhale her tongue, and vigorously make out with her before the hint of our shared dessert has time to recede. The combination of tastes and textures sends me to the edge of sanity. “I promise this dessert will be only the third or fourth best thing in my mouth tonight.”

After dinner, we walk along the shore in Waikiki. We place our shoes in the fine white sand and allow the gentle foaming surf to cover our feet. The moon is half-full, and a spattering of stars can be seen in the clear sky. The fragrance of salty ocean drifts in the light breeze. I take both of her hands into mine and pull her into an embrace. “I love you, Rylie.”

“I love you back,” she whispers in my ear. “Take me to bed?”

Silently, I nod a ‘yes’ and we stroll, determined and passionate lovers, to a room which will soon be overcome with the scent of our love.

Once the door to the world shuts, we are anything but patient.

Clothes fly everywhere as we undress in a frenzy. I lift her to the corner of the bed, spread her legs, and plunge my cock without hesitation into her soft folds.

“Ooooh…poo….ah,” she responds to my drilling.

I stand before her, holding her feet in the air, while her ass rests at the edge of the bed’s corner. I can vigorously thrust with all the power of my legs and hips in this position, driving the head of my cock past the opening of her tight slickness and into the depths of her cavern. I squeeze the arches in her feet, run my hands down her calves, and then grasp her toes.

“Oh God!” she shouts.

I can feel her pleasure dome clench and squeeze my dick while I increase the rapidness of my pumping. “I want to see you come, Baby. I want to hear you come, Baby. I want to hear you scream as you come.”

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