“Paul!” his mother stepped out of the front of her house and welcomed her son with open arms as they hugged tightly, “I missed you!”
“I missed you too, Ma,” he stepped aside holding a hand out and gesturing to Kaylie as she stood behind him, “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Kaylie.”
“Oh my goodness, Paul,” his mother playfully slapped his chest with the back of her hand, “She is certainly a cute little thing, isn’t she?”
“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Kaylie greeted her with a timid wave, “Paul has told me so much about- HO-LY crap that’s a tight hug, Mrs. Shoemaker!”
“Please, call me Cindy,” she insisted as she held Kaylie’s hand, “Paul told me all about what you did for him, and how you helped him through his divorce from that despicable cunt of a woman.”
“MA!” Paul’s head snapped back and his eyes went wide as he heard the words come out of his mother’s mouth.
“What? Don’t Ma me! I told you that vixen was bad news, but you married her anyway. You always were a sucker for women with pretty eyes and a nice chest.”
“MA!” Paul protested, “What the hell!?”
Kaylie was trying hard to conceal her laughter, but her bouncing shoulders and body language told Paul she was on the verge of losing it.
Cindy held out an elbow to Kaylie, “Come on inside, darlin’. Paul is a big boy and can carry and sort the luggage by himself while we chat. Isn’t that right, Paul?”
“But I… I…” he tried to object, stopped short as his mother gave him a stern look, “Uh... Yes ma’am.”
Half an hour later, Paul had the luggage unpacked and stored in the room they would be staying in for the duration of the holiday. When he finally made his way back downstairs, Kaylie and Cindy were in the kitchen, chatting away. Judging by the laughter between the two of them it sounded like they were getting along just fine. Then he heard gagging, followed shortly after by Kaylie rushing into the downstairs bathroom. The muffled sounds of dry heaving emanate from the bathroom.
“Poor girl,” Cindy shook her head as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel, “I hope whatever yall ate on the way over here passes so her stomach feels better.”
“What happened?” Paul asked with worry thick in his voice.
His mother gave him a perplexed look, “I don’t know, I asked her to stir the sauce for tonight and as she lifted the lid on the pan, she just started gagging and coughing like she was going to throw up.”
A moment later Kaylie emerged from the bathroom looking a little pale, but otherwise fine, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Shoemaker.”
“Quite alright, darlin’,” Cindy reached out and rubbed her back, “Gas station and fast food have the same effect on me. Tell y’all what, Kaylie, why don’t you set the table, while Paul goes out back and gets his father from the shop. And for goodness sake, make sure he blows himself off with the air hose before he gets my house dirty.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Paul nodded, taking a step back as he pivoted on one foot and headed out the back door.
The scream of a saw grew louder as Paul neared his father’s woodworking shop, a hobby he’d taken up after retirement. Stepping into the shop, his father looked up from his current project, setting down the circular saw he had been using to cut through a 2x6. With a wide smile of joy, the two men embraced each other in a tight hug, slapping each other’s backs.
“How the hell are ya, Son?” his father asked as he feebly attempted to brush off some of the sawdust from his shirt, “Did you bring that new ladyfriend of yours?”
“I’m good Dad, really good,” Paul patted his father on the shoulder, “And yes, I did bring her. She’s in the kitchen with mom helping her set the table for dinner.”
“Oh dear Lord,” his father shook his head, “You left her alone with your mother?”
Paul raised his hands defensively, “Hey, I didn’t want to, but when Ma starts waving her wooden-spoon-of-doom around? You don’t ask questions, you just do what you’re told.”
His father let out a hearty laugh, “Well, let me go blow myself off with the air hose real quick, and we’ll go rescue your lady from your mother.”
A few minutes later father and son walked in the back door. Kaylie was laying out silverware next to the plates as his mother set the serving plates full of food onto the table. Both of the ladies gave them a warm smile as they kicked their shoes off at the back door.
“Oh, Paul,” his mother called out, “Can you grab a bottle of wine from the closet in the laundry room while you’re back there?”
“Yes, ma’am!” he hollered back to her as he reached for the neck of an already opened bottle.
As they sat around the table, Cindy noticed that Kaylie was looking a little green around the gills again, “Darlin’, are you sure you’re okay? If you need to go lie down, I’ll completely understand.”
“No ma’am, I am fine, but thank you though,” she held her hand over her glass as Cindy held the opening of the wine bottle over it, “Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t.”
Cindy’s eyebrows went up, “Oh, I didn’t know you don’t drink.”
“No, no! I do drink! I just can’t at the moment,” Kaylie smiled apologetically.
“Is it some kind of religious thing? Because if so, I can get something else for everyone to…”
“Ma…” Paul interrupted, “She doesn’t want wine right now. Why does it have the be a thing?”
“Okay,” his mother placed the cork back on the top of the bottle, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pester.”
“You have no need to apologize, Mrs. Shoemaker,” Kaylie insisted as she gave Paul a slight jab in his side.
Twenty minutes later, everyone at the table, except for Kaylie had finished their plates, whereas Kaylie had barely touched her food.
“What’s the matter, darlin’? Did you not like it?” Cindy asked in a motherly tone.
“Oh! It was delicious! I’m just not that hungry right now. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to come off as rude,” Kaylie assured Paul’s mother as she squeezed his hand under the table.
“Not rude at all! Tell you what, I’ll wrap it in some plastic and put it in the fridge in case you get hungry later,” Cindy explained as she picked up the plate and carried it into the kitchen.
“I really appreciate that, Mrs. Shoemaker,” Kaylie spoke in a grateful tone, laying her head on Paul’s shoulder and whispering into his ear, “I’m so tired. That drive wore me out.”
They both jumped as Cindy gasped loudly, Kaylie’s plate of food falling from her hands and crashing onto the floor to shatter at her feet.
“MA?! What’s wrong!”
Paul’s father rushed into the kitchen, “What happened?!”
Cindy pointed at Paul and Kaylie, her arm shaking as she tried to find the words, “Henry! They’re… She’s… We’re gonna… OH MY GOD!”
“Cindy!” Paul’s father Henry grabbed his wife’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes, “Slow down, tell us what’s wrong!”
“Oh my goodness!” Cindy was practically shaking with excitement, “The fatigue, the gagging and throwing up after smelling food, not drinking… Henry, it all makes sense now!”
“Dear…” Henry spoke softly, “I love you, you know I do, but you’ve got to give me a better hint than that if I’m going to understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
“PREGNANT!” she shouted excitedly and waved her hands, “KAYLIE IS PREGNANT! Those are all first trimester symptoms!”
Kaylie took the words right out of Paul’s mouth, “We were going to wait until Thanksgiving dinner… but… Surprise!”
Cindy squealed with excitement as she rushed over to Kaylie and gave her a hug tight enough to squeeze the air out of Kaylie.
***
“I love your Mom!” Kaylie declared as she climbed under the covers with Paul, “She is such a sweet lady, but at the same time, she has this aura about her that says do not fuck with her.”
“Yeah, that’s my Ma alright. She is sweet and loveable until you cross her, and then she will chase you around the house with the wooden spoon my Dad made at her a few years ago and make you regret your decision every step of the way.”
She reached across his chest as she put her head on his shoulder, pulling him tightly to her. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her on top of him. Brushing her hair to one side, he caressed her cheek with his thumb as she lay on his chest. He loved feeling the softness of her naked body pressed to his, feeling the warmth, and silky delicate feel of her beneath his hands. Kaylie tucked her hands under his shoulders, as he stared up into her eyes. He said nothing as minutes passed, just smiled as his gaze lingered upon her.
“Babe?” she asked softly.
“Yeah?”
“Something wrong?”
“No, nothing is wrong,” he ran his fingers through her hair along her temple, “Just enjoying the moment. Soaking in the wonderful feeling of holding you in my arms, and absorbing your beauty as I lose myself in the starscape of your eyes.”
“Uh-huh…” Kaylie gave him a sarcastic smirk, “You’re full of shit. You want something.”
“No!” Paul declared defensively, “I’m serious, with everything we’ve gone through the past few weeks, and everything leading up to this point in our relationship, we’ve not really taken a moment to slow down and enjoy each other’s company. I mean yeah, we had that long weekend camping together, but let’s be honest, we were having way too much sex to slow down that weekend. So, just laying here, holding you, looking into your eyes… I don’t know, it’s just a really nice moment for me.”
“I’m not saying you’re lying, but I can tell by the look in your eyes that’s not what’s on your mind,” she relaxed her shoulders, melting into his chest, “Come on, Babe. I know you’re holding something back. I hate it when you have something on your mind that you feel afraid to talk to me about. You can ask me anything, you know that. I love you, give me the benefit of the doubt at least.”
“Okay, fine. Yes, I do have something to ask you, but I don’t know if now is the right time,” Paul admitted, “I don’t want to scare you away.”
“Paul, you aren’t going to scare me away!” she assured him, “Now stop beating around the bush and just say it already!”
“Fine,” he took in a deep breath through the nose, and looked deep into her eyes, “Kaylie…”
“Yeah?”
“What is the meaning of life?”
The sharp sound of a slap echoed off the walls of the small room they were staying in.
“OW!” Paul whined as he rubbed his throbbing shoulder, “Dammit woman! That fucking hurt!”
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” she quipped with a bit of attitude, “Now stop fucking around and just tell me what is really on your mind already! The suspense is killing me!”
“If I don’t are you going to hit me again?”
She giggled, “Probably.”
“Okay, okay, FINEEEEE!” he relented, “But first, I need a kiss.”
“Tell me first, then I’ll decide if you get a kiss,” Kaylie teased him as leaned down and brushed her lips against hers as she spoke.
“Fine,” he grumbled, “Kaylie…”
“Yeah?”
“What would you say if I asked you to marry me?” he asked, the anxiety in his chest feeling like an anvil was sitting on him.
“Yes,” she answered, smiling and blinking warmly at him.
“Really?”
“A thousand times yes, Paul.”
“Well shit. I had this whole speech about how perfect we are for each other and everything planned in my head. I mean, really? Just like that?”
She nodded as she pressed her lips to his giving him a quick, deep kiss, “Just like that. I’ve been in love with you for years, Paul. I am completely committed to you, mind, body, heart, and soul. I am carrying your baby in my womb, and I cater to all of your sexual desires. Despite all that, you’re still surprised that I say yes the moment you ask me to marry you?”
“Well, yeah, kinda,” he admitted.
“Paul, I love you. I… love… you… If you asked me tomorrow morning to go down to the courthouse so we could get eloped, I would be the first one in the truck. I don’t want a big wedding, I don’t want a fancy dress or a line of bridesmaids, or a bachelorette party. I… want… you.”
“But why? Why me? What about me is so great?” he asked.
“Everything. Absolutely everything,” she ran her nails across his scalp, “Your love fills every inch of my soul, your arms fill my need for comfort and security, your dick fills every inch of my pussy. You keep saying you’re lucky to have me, but I feel like I am the one that is lucky to have you. I’ve never felt so comfortable with and loved by anyone before, and I crave your touch and your love every minute of every day. I can let myself be vulnerable around you because I know you will be there to pick me up off the floor and tell me everything will be okay. The two weeks we were apart were the hardest two weeks of my life. I cried myself to sleep every night you weren’t there. I’m lucky I have you, especially after everything that happened with Troy. I am lucky to have a man who loves me, despite the fact I broke his heart. I am lucky to have a man that loves me with his heart as well as his dick. So yeah, you ask me to marry you, you can bet your firm, sexy ass I am going to say yes without a second thought.”
“Wow, I had no idea you felt that strongly about me,” he blinked in surprise, “Shit, I’m surprised you have asked ME to marry YOU yet.”
“Paul…” she smiled joyfully at him.
“I’m just saying…”
“Paul…”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“Will you marry me?” Kaylie asked, letting her lips dance across his as she uttered the words.
There was a moment of silence before he answered, “Hmmm, I’ll think about it.”
The sound of another sharp slap echoed off the walls.
“OW!” he growled at her, “Alright, that's it!”
With a kick of his legs, he rolled Kaylie onto her back, pinning her beneath his mass, and holding her arms together above her head. As he lowered his head to kiss her, she turned her face away.”
“No!” she declared, “You’re an asshole!”
With her head turned, she inadvertently exposed her bare neck to him.
Paul kissed down her neck, letting out a word in between each kiss as he worked his way down her neck, “Yes… I am… but… I’m… an asshole… who… wants… nothing… more… than… to spend… the rest… of… his… life… with you.”
The faint whisper of a moan escaped her lips as her legs locked around his waist, “Damn you. That’s not fair. You know what neck kisses do to me…”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed into her ear, “Just like I know that you are pretending to be mad at me, but every fiber of your being is aching to kiss me right now, and your soaked pink flower between your thighs is screaming for me to stretch them out and filly that tight little pussy of yours, isn’t it?”
Kaylie bit her bottom lip as she turned her head back towards him. She looked desperate and vulnerable, as her eyes begged him for it. She nodded her head and Paul leaned in, kissing her deeply as he pressed his tip to her opening. Kaylie tightened her legs around him, slipping him inside of her with a quivering moan. Their bodies rocked together, as she clung to him. Paul thrust slowly, and deep into her, rolling her hips up as he felt himself pressing against her cervix. She refused to let go of him, craving the feeling of him filling her, and craving the feeling of him almost crushing him in his passionate embrace as their lips and tongues danced back and forth between one another. Her nails dug across his shoulders as he drove across her G-spot with each thrust. Kaylie pulled him down into her neck, holding his face against her as she moaned with each thrust into his ear. The seductive sounds of her moans drove him wild as he felt her legs shaking.
“Fuck… so wet… so tight,” he moaned out as he lifted his head, “I’m gonna-”
Kaylie squeezed his neck and pulled him back into her neck, “Not yet! I’m so close! Cum with me!”
The bed squeaked and complained as he drove fast and deep into her, thrust after thrust.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck… I’m gonna… gonna…” Kaylie moaned loudly into his ear as she inched closer to the edge.
As he felt her squeeze him tight, legs pressing into his side, her moans muffled by his neck as she buried her face into it, only then did he release the mounting pressure in his growing that was on the verge of bursting. Kaylie pulsed around his length as his cock exploded inside her. Her hips rocked back and forth feeling as if her pussy was draining every last drop he had to offer. With a gasp of air, both of them were released from their climaxes simultaneously, leaving both of them panting and breathing hard. With the last of his strength, he rolled both of them on the bed, leaving Kaylie resting on his chest again.
As Paul moved his hips and tried to slip out of her, she rocked her hips, planting him back inside of her, “No! Don’t pull it out.”
“You sure?” he asked curiously.
She laid her head on his chest, wiggling her hips to fit his full length back inside of her. Reaching down, she pulled up the blanket over the top of them.
“Mmhmm,” she declared sleepily, “I want to spend my first night with my fiancé just like this. Snuggled up tight under a warm blanket, your arms wrapped around me, my pussy full of your seed and your dick, and the sound of your heartbeat lulling me to… to…”
Paul looked down after she didn’t finish her sentence.
“Babe?”
He watched her back slowly rise and fall as she breathed.
“Kaylie?”
She didn’t answer, nor would she. She was already, peacefully, asleep.
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