We stumbled down the hallway to our bedroom, kissing one another, sliding hands into each others shirts. People were wise enough to leave us alone after the Nadia incident, and as we passed Shane and her honey for the night, I told her that I was leaving her and Dana in charge of the house.

I had barely closed the door to our room and Tina quickly fastened her lips to my neck, sucking hard, leaving marks that I would wear proudly for days. Before I could lift my hands to cradle her head, she moved away, tearing my shirt open, buttons popping all over the floor. I gasped as her mouth now began to work it’s magic on my chest, biting at my nipples through the material of my bra.

“Tina…baby, the bed.” I feel like my knees are about to give out, and I don’t want to hurt myself before I get the chance to fully enjoy this.

She doesn’t stop, and I lay my head back against the door, letting Tina have her way. It isn’t often that she takes control in our lovemaking and I have found that I rather enjoy when she does. She is the only woman I have ever been able to let go like that with, and that is proof enough that Tina is the woman I want to spent the rest of my life with.

She unbuttons my pants, sliding them down my legs and around my ankles. Suddenly, she is on her knees in front of me, and it is the most amazing and beautiful thing to see. I put my hands on top of her head, feeling her soft blonde hair, guiding her to where I need to feel her, now.

Her tongue is hot, agile as she parts me and runs it through my *****, avoiding the now pulsing bundle of nerves that is desperate for her. If it is one thing that Tina learned quickly, it is the art of going down on me. She is absolutely the best I have ever had, leaving no part of me neglected, her mouth and tongue rooting inside of me, building me up so that the moment her tongue flicks against my *****, I am screaming her name, certain that everyone in the house knows what she has done to me.

She looks up at me, lips still glistening with my essence, and smiles wickedly. I barely have time to think that I should be worried, before she stands and leads me over to the bed, urging me to lay down. I see it then, a glimpse of the scarf that I had taken from her earlier in the night, and there is a definite flutter in my belly. Flashes of the last time we used it…the seduction of Tina….how I had tied it around her wrists….telling her that if she moved her hands I would stop….

“Do you trust me?”

Her words break my reverie, bringing me back to the moment. She is looking at me intently, waiting for my answer, asking me the question that I once posed to her. “Of course,” I reply, knowing that she’ll take me where I need to go, that she needs to be in control right now. She grins, then begins to remove what is left of my clothes, shooing my hands away when I attempt to reach for her.

“It’s my birthday, right?”

“Well, technically…” I begin.

“Bette, this is my party, and I think I should have what I want. Don’t you agree?”

“You should have whatever you want, baby.”

“Just wanted to be sure we were on the same page,” she says, then urges me to sit upright. She places the scarf over my eyes, tying it gently, making sure that I cannot see through it. I know my breathing has quickened, and after telling me to relax, I know she senses it too. She is usually very shy about these kinds of things, and it is amazing to me that we are doing it knowing we have a house full of people. Not that I’m complaining, mind you…..

She lays me back, then stands, to remove her own clothes I hope, but then, who knows? Moments pass before I feel the bed shift on the other side, and she begins running her fingertips lightly across my heated skin. I am still sensitive from my climax, and knowing this, Tina concentrates on slowly building me up again. This isn’t how I envisioned our night, I wanted to worship Tina in this manner, wanted to touch her until she screamed my name over and over again.

“T, baby,” I gasp, as her tongue runs across my belly.

“No Bette, this is what I want.”

“But I-”

“Shhh,” she interrupts, “Let me love you.”

That’s all I need to hear, and I instantly relax. There will be plenty of time for me to have my way with her, and from the looks of it, we are in for a long night.

Her fingers glide inside of me, stroking me in a way that only she knows how…softly, gently, and then hard and fast, alternating as she senses my impending *****. She is trying to draw it out of me like an offering, making me ache for it…..I am trembling all over, wanting to give in, but not wanting it to end so soon.

The first time Tina and I made love, I remember I had to stop myself from exploding the minute I felt her skin against mine. I felt like a teenage boy, trying to think of anything so I wouldn’t come so quickly, even though I could go a few rounds, I still didn’t want her to think that I didn’t know how to control myself. Truth is, when it comes to Tina touching me, I still don’t know how to control myself.

Suddenly, she is whispering in my ear, “I know you want to come baby, just let go.”

It’s all the encouragement I need, as I buck hard against her fingers I feel the small fire inside my belly begin to rage, it spreads from the inside out and back again, until I am screaming so loud I am sure that anyone within a mile can hear. And as the ***** rises through me, I feel tiny splashes of heat across my stomach and *****, tiny pinpoints of pleasure that rush straight through my body towards my *****, causing the hard nub to continue its convulsions until I am nothing but a sweating, panting, pile of mush.

Seconds, moments, minutes pass before I am even able to open my eyes behind the blindfold that I wear. I try to lift my hand to find Tina, but it cannot obey my simple command. I can feel that she is still next to me on the bed, but other than that, I have no clue.

I feel her hands reach for my head, lifting it so that she can remove the silk. I blink, adjusting to the light, and our eyes meet. Her eyes have always been expressive, she can convey a myriad of emotions and words with them, and at this moment I see love, devotion, adoration, and desire.

I smile, and then manage to look down towards my ***** and belly, beginning to peel off the bits of wax that are stuck to my skin. Tina helps me, her hair falling into her face and hiding her eyes, not by accident I’m sure.

“Now you’re going to get shy on me?” I ask, poking her in the thigh.

She smiles, “I wasn’t sure if you’d like that, but I saw it on the night stand and I just couldn’t resist. It was all right, wasn’t it?”

She’s so cute when she’s all timid and embarrassed, but I want to reassure her quickly. “It was more than all right baby, it was spectacular. I can’t say I ever thought I would be one to enjoy having wax poured on me while I was coming, but I have to admit it was pretty amazing.”

“Really, you’ve never done that?”

“Nope. Why, have you?” I can feel a tiny flicker of jealousy rising, even though I know it’s totally ridiculous. I want to believe that I’m the only one she’s ever been with, the only one who has ever been inside of her, ever tasted her.

“No baby, I’ve never done that. I just thought, well…because you’ve been with more worldly types.”

I can’t help but laugh, “I can’t say I’ve ever thought about them as worldly.”

“Well, you’ve still got more experience.”

She’s gotten my out of my ***** induced fog now, “Baby, I know we’ve talked about this before, but really, nothing felt right until I was with you. The first time we made love was completely different than anything I have ever experienced. I didn’t come alive until I met you.”

“I know, Bette, it’s just sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for you. I want to please you.”

“You do, Tina, like no one else ever has. I think the entire block knows how much you please me.”

She laughs, and I can tell that her little moment of insecurity is gone now. However, mine has just begun.

I get up from bed and go over to the closet, opening the safe and taking out the jewelry box that I placed in there a month ago. I had been to jewelry store after jewelry store, looking for the perfect ring to give to Tina for her birthday, the perfect ring to ask her to be my wife. There had been so many, huge diamonds in huge settings, some that cost a years salary, all beautiful….but none of those were right. Tina wasn’t one to wear large stones, and she had often commented that she didn’t like rings like that…that if “someone” were ever to buy her a ring, she would prefer a band, maybe platinum….

I had never really thought about being married to someone. I knew that as a *****, those sort of things weren’t a reality for me. Not to mention the fact that I had never had a relationship with anyone for long enough to even consider that as a possibility. Times were changing, and in LA commitment ceremonies were as common as straight weddings. Meeting Tina opened my eyes to wanting that, to wanting to declare my love for her in front of anyone who cared to join us, to wanting to be joined as a couple.

I remember one night, about three months into our relationship, we had just finished making love. I was holding Tina in my arms, playing with her hair as she began to doze off. I had the most amazing, overwhelming urge to ask her to marry me. It scared me, and I wondered what the ***** was wrong with me. I didn’t voice it then, I didn?t want to scare her away, but it made me realize that I could have that, and that I wanted it with her. It was only a matter of when I would get up enough nerve to ask her. It looks like our moment has arrived.

I look at her sitting on our bed, nude, hair tousled, smiling at me as I walk towards her with my gift behind my back. I stand near the bed, and ask her to sit on the edge, so that I can do this properly.

I get down on my knees, both of them, because getting down on one knee just doesn’t cut it. I need her to know that I am coming before her in the most humble manner possible, and the fact that I am naked gives voice to that as well. She is looking at me strangely, probably wondering why I’m suddenly sweating again, why I look like I’m about to hurl on her.

I place the box on her thigh, watching her face as she opens it and sees the simple platinum and titanium band. She smiles, and then she looks at me, suddenly realizing the implication, what I am about to do, and I can already see her lips trembling. I grab the band, and then grab her left hand, looking away for a moment so that I can gather my wits. I turn back to her, and gaze into her watery brown eyes.

“Tina, I knew the minute I met you I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. I know that I truly began to live the day we met. I can be a pain in the ***** sometimes, and I’m not the easiest person to live with, but I know that I love you with all my heart, and that God put me on this earth to be with you. I want to do right by you, and take our relationship a step further.

I’m never going to find a woman that loves and cares for me the way you do, and I want you to know that you have my heart, today, tomorrow and always. So, Christina Louise Kennard, will you marry me?”





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