part0022

Aunt Adelaide and I forge a bond that can’t be broken. I can also safely say that Sara will never have to worry about money again. And I realize that family is just the people who have love for you in their hearts.

Sometimes that’s a blood relation, and sometimes it’s just someone who loves you. It’s taken me many years to come to that simple revelation. But, thanks to Sara, Aunt Adelaide, and the boys, it’s something I will never forget.

Yesterday with Sara was incredible, but today is even better. I feel so lucky to have her by my side. I don’t have to worry about pretending or wondering what she feels about me.

Her love is palpable. I can feel it radiating off of her. She’s the most loving person I’ve ever met.

When the boys are in bed, I pull her back to the bedroom. I hug her and bring her onto the bed with me. She laughs as she cuddles in. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

“I’m sorry today started off so rough,” I apologize.

It is true. It seems like a lifetime ago now, but really, it has been only a few hours. Who would have known that a few hours could change your life.

She gives me a kiss. I’ll never get used to how good that feels.

“It’s okay,” she says. “It led me to being here with you. I’d do a thousand times more just to be with you.”

My heart practically bursts as she says that. How did I get so lucky?

“I would never want you to,” I say. “I want to make sure you feel only good things for the rest of your life.”

She laughs again. “And how are you going to guarantee that?”

I give her a kiss. “I’m going to always make sure you’re taken care of.”

I run my fingers through her hair and look at her. I try to memorize every detail of her face as she smiles at me.

“You’re the best thing to come out of today,” I tell her. “The money and Adelaide’s story… That was all nice, but I can’t live without you. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life showing you how much I love you.”

“I feel the same way.” She says with a watery smile.

I pull her into a deep kiss. I wrap my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around me and presses herself against me.

We made love here for the first time yesterday. I don’t want it to be the last.

I run my hands from her hair down her neck and her back. I feel her muscles and her ribs.

I let my hands trail around the front of her body. I don’t immediately focus on her breasts. I want to feel all the places I missed when our love-making was all urgency.

I love the way her body feels. I love every inch of her. I keep feeling her, wanting to feel the difference in how her body feels relaxed compared to when I’m making her come.

I begin to pull her clothes off slowly. She starts to undress me as well. Clothing drops off the side of the bed and lands on the floor.

When we’re both naked, I hold her close to me again. I feel my heart flutter when her skin touches mine. And I feel myself becoming more and more wet.

I run my hands over her breasts and down in between her legs. I feel over her labia and rub my fingers over her clit. She’s as wet for me as I am for her.

She moans as I feel her. I squeeze and knead her breast in my other hand.

She starts to kiss my neck. The feeling drives me wild. But I want to concentrate on her right now.

I bury my face in her neck and kiss her as well. I can smell the sweet perfume she wears. The scent is intoxicating.

I feel her hands feeling over my body as well. I try to stay focused on the way she feels, but it is distracting.

I decide that the best way to keep myself on task is to focus more on her and make her come.

I kiss over her collarbone and down her body. I nestle myself in between her legs. I wrap her legs around my shoulders and kiss her thighs.

I can see that the anticipation of what I’ll do next is turning her on. I finally begin to kiss and lick her pussy. I spread her labia with my fingers, wanting to get as much of her clit as possible.

She moans as I eat her out. I reach up and play with her breasts. I want her to be overwhelmed with pleasure. I want to make this memory a good one.

I continue to lick her pussy. The way she tastes is turning me on. Everything unique about her is becoming ingrained in my memory.

When I feel her start to orgasm, I increase the frequency of my motions. I want her to come as hard as she can.

She arches her back and cries out as she orgasms. She wraps her fingers in my hair with one hand and clenches the sheet with her other fist.

I keep going until I’m sure she’s completely finished. When I’m sure she is, I crawl up the bed and take her in my arms.

I tilt her head up towards my face and give her another kiss. She wraps her arms around me and presses herself against me. I hold her tightly.

I feel like the luckiest woman on earth. Who knew such a horrible day could reach such a wonderful conclusion? I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this woman.