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IVY
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IT’S NOW THE DAY BEFORE I have to go home, and we just finished dinner. He picks me up and carries me upstairs, which makes me squeal and laugh. I love it when he does this. He sets me down on the bed and kneels in front of me and just puts his head in my lap. We sit there for several minutes, me playing with his hair, and I soak up every detail.
After a few minutes, he looks up, and I see all the same emotions I feel shining back in his face—love, pain, passion, need. Without a word, he stands up and takes my shirt off and then takes his off while I remove my bra.
He just stands in front of me, allowing me to take in my fill of his toned chest while I’m sure he does the same. He takes one shaky breath and then removes his pants and underwear before gently laying me down to remove mine. We move to the center of the bed and lie on our sides, facing each other with our legs entwined. My hand rests on his cheek and his hand on my hip. We stare into each other’s eyes, not saying a word.
He gently pushes some hair out of my face and leans in to kiss me. It’s so tender and sweet, and I get lost in his kiss. His hand moves down my side to my leg, then pulls it over his hip. He scoots even closer to me and then gently slides into me, causing me to gasp.
I lock my leg around his hip, and he cups my breasts. He continues to thrust in slow, firm strokes while his thumbs run over the hard peaks of my nipples. He never breaks eye contact from me unless it’s to kiss me. His eyes tell me everything I need to know—how much he loves me, how much he needs me, and how happy he is that I’m his.
His hand makes its way down to my clit and starts stroking it slowly while he tells me how much he loves me in the sweetest ways, how much I turn him on, and how much I mean to him. But that’s not what sends me over the edge.
“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again. But this moment here inside you and you staring into my soul is the one I will never forget. This is the moment I know you were made for me,” he says and then kisses me with a rough passion.
“I need you to come for me, beautiful, because as much as I love being inside you and having your pussy squeeze my cock like this, I love to watch you come and give yourself to me even more.”
He pinches my clit, and that’s when I fall over the edge. Grabbing his shoulder, I arch my back toward him, and my legs lock around him as I come. Just as I’m coming down from my climax, he tenses and spurts his cum inside me, and I come all over again. I swear even when I’m relaxing, he’s still coming. It’s so much that our mixed juices are leaking out of me, covering my thighs and running down his cock.
It was so sweet that I hadn’t realized I’d started to cry until I feel the wetness on my cheeks and see the same on his. I reach up to wipe away his tears, but they keep coming.
“I can’t marry Anna. How do you expect me to kiss her or even share her bed?” he whispers.
“You will.” I frame his face with my hand and wipe away more tears. “For me, you have to until she becomes pregnant, which happens on your honeymoon.” I try to force a smile. “She will give you a son, David. He’s a great guy, and he needs to be born.”
“I’d rather have a son with you.” He is still whispering.
“I need you to promise me, baby. I want you to myself, I do, but it’s so important we don’t change history. Please promise me.”
He nods.
“I need your words.”
“I promise.”
“Stay on friendly terms with Anna and see your son as much as possible, okay?”
More tears run down his face, and it breaks my heart.
“Will you come back before we are married? Please promise me you will,” he whispers again
I lean in to kiss him gently. “Yes, that wedding is a good year away, so I promise I will be back. I wish I could stay, but people will miss me. I have to build our life back there so maybe, just maybe we can pull this off.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me passionately. I feel more of his tears on my cheek. “You are my wife in every way that matters. You own my heart, my body, and my soul. Nothing will change that. Tell me you know nothing can change that.”
I force a smile. “I know.”
“She will only be my wife on paper, and that is it. Please come to California to visit. I’ll get a house out there for us. I’ll get a plane, and you can use it to get from here to California.”
I’m shaking my head before he finishes. “I can’t, David. I won’t interfere with your marriage; I won’t be the other woman.”
“But she is the other woman. You came first!”
“If the situation were reversed, how would you feel walking into my marriage, having to see that guy, hear people talk about my husband, and know it’s not you?”
“I don’t know which would hurt more, that or not seeing you for four years. Four years!! Those two years were the worst, and I almost didn’t make it!”
“I know it won’t be easy, but once this is done, you will be mine for good, okay? Brian and I will throw ourselves into research and planning our future. I promise to watch everything you do. But in return, I need something from you.”
“Anything, beautiful, anything.”
“I need you to keep your promise and not do the drugs. It’s going to be hard. We will both be in a dark place, but if I gave you a date for the next time I’m here when those four years are over, we can count down together. I just need you to stay away from the drugs.”
“I promise, baby. If there is even the slightest chance we can pull off our forever, I won’t do anything to stop it.” He kisses me again.
“You know so much of what I see in my research of your future makes sense now. I’ll be digging into it all again.”
We both fall asleep clinging to each other, willing our time not to be over yet.
***
THE NEXT MORNING, I wake up and stretch only to find myself alone in bed. I sit up and listen to see if maybe he’s in the bathroom. When I hear footsteps in the hall, and the door opens, I look over to find him shirtless and carrying a tray of food.
“I thought we’d do breakfast in bed,” he says, setting the tray on the bed. “And I have this for you.” He pulls out the framed photo I had asked for of him playing guitar in his Army uniform.
A huge smile spreads across my face as I stare at the photo. “I love it. I want to put it downstairs on the wall by the stairs so everyone can see it. I am so damn proud of you, and that photo represents how strong we are.”
He smiles. “I agree, beautiful. Now let’s eat.”
We make love and shower together, which seems to be our tradition when we are getting ready to part ways. He asks to walk me to the stones, and I agree. I give him some of the stones he needs to travel and tell him it’s only for emergencies, but I want him to have a way to me if he needs me.
We get to the stones, and he stands there, hugging me.
“I know we were meant to meet. There are too many things that make sense once it happens to us. We are meant to be. I just know it,” I tell him
With a nod, he starts to rub my wedding ring.
“I promise never to take it off.”
He smiles with tears in his eyes. “I won’t ever take mine off either. You put it there, so it stays there.” He pushes me back up against one of the smaller rocks, which isn’t saying much because it’s still as tall as he is.
He presses into me and kisses me hard. Reaching between us, he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. “I need you, baby. I need you going back home with my cum between your thighs, knowing you’re mine.”
He raises my dress and grabs my ass, lifting me and pinning me to the rock. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slams into me. I moan, and he starts thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. Kissing my neck, he licks my pulse point.
“You are mine, Ivy, and nothing changes that. Tell me you know that nothing can change that you are mine, and that. I. Am. Yours,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust of his cock.
“I am yours, David, forever and always. You are mine; we will make it through this and be together again. I know it.”
He kisses me, bruising my lips, and when my climax hits, he covers my mouth with his to take my scream. When his climax rolls through him, he moves his mouth to my neck. The strength of his bite stings my neck, and then he kisses away the pain.
After he catches his breath, he pulls out of me and moves my panties back in place. He pats them against me, soaking them in his cum before he puts my dress down, and then he gets dressed.
Then he just holds me with his head on my shoulder.
“I love you, Ivy. You promise you will come back before the wedding please,” he begs.
“I love you too, David, and I promise I will be back. I’m not sure when exactly, but I will be back.”
He kisses me again. “Okay, go now before I carry you back to Ivy Hill kicking and screaming.”
My eyes fill with tears, and so do his. I take a deep breath and turn to walk to the stone as my skin starts to hum.
When I look back one more time, David hasn’t moved, but tears are rolling down his face, and they match mine. I don’t say a word because I can’t. I turn and walk through the stone.
