Page 82 of Kiss From A Rose

On the ride back to shore, we spent our time talking about our future, making plans, and discussing the exciting changes ahead. The conversation flowed easily, free from the burden of past grievances and filled with hopes and shared dreams. It felt like a new beginning or perhaps a return to what we had once envisioned our life together could be.

As the boat docked and we stepped back onto solid ground, Rose and I walked hand in hand, our steps light with the promise of a new beginning for us.

"Speaking of thriving," I joked, "Can we fuck anytime soon?"

Rose laughed, letting go of my hand as we stood in front of the B&B. It was empty. Guests would start coming back in a week's time. Until then, it was just Rose and me.

"Race you to the bedroom?" Her eyes were bright with laughter.

I ran after her. We were like children giggling as we ran to her bedroom; the one I was staying in, the one that was ours now. As soon as we could get past the pain of losing Malou, we planned to convert her room into an office for me. I think Malou would have liked knowing that her bedroom was going to give Rose and me a fresh start.

I grabbed Rose by the waist. "Got you."

"You certainly have, my darling Gray."

I stilled; my heart stopped. "Say it again."

She smiled that sultry, siren smile of hers, the one I had missed so much. "My darling Gray."

I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes or rolled down my face. "I never thought I'd get that back."

She went on tiptoe and kissed me. "If you're gonna cry, then I'm not gonna fuck you."

I let out a laugh. "It's been months, babe, and I want you something fierce, so be forewarned that the first time might go a bit fast."

I tossed her on the bed, and as she took her clothes off, I did mine. Naked, I pounced on her. We were like children; like we used to be when sex was new to us, when we were experimenting, touching, feeling, learning.

"Gray," she moaned when I parted her thighs.

"I missed this." I lapped at her pussy, loving the feel of her.My wife.My love. My woman.

I suckled her clit as I slid two fingers inside her, watching her watch me.

"Come, babe," I whispered. "Come for me."

Before she had gotten down from the high, I entered her. "Fuck," I whimpered, leaning into her neck. "I'm home."

"Move inside me, my darling Gray," she urged me, her legs wrapped around my waist.

I loved my wife so much, I realized, so fucking much, and I could've lost her, lostthissense of homecoming I could never have with anyone. So, I did what she asked and moved within her, sealing our bond that I broke.

Sweaty and satisfied, I left my wife alone in bed and rummaged through my dresser to find something that belonged to her.

"You know, you look real good naked," Rose said appreciatively. She sat up propped against pillows, her body glowing against the white sheets. Her breasts were beautiful, her pussy still glistening with our juices.

"Thanks, babe."

I sat cross-legged next to her. I opened the palm of my hand, and the light from outside caught on her wedding band and engagement ring.

I held up the engagement ring. "Rose May Rutherford, will you be my wife?" I asked.

She looked at me serenely. "Yes, my darling Gray, I will be your wife."

"Forever?"

"Yeah, unless you screw up again," she teased.

I laughed as I slipped the rings back on her finger, feeling the rightness ofus.

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