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Story: Owen's Heart
I lose myself in the orgasmic bliss as passion spreads inside me and the latex catches the spurts of my cum.
When we get our breathing under control, I flip over to pull Rania close against my chest, where I hold her until I roll on top of her and take her again for another of the many times we make love Valentine’s weekend.
“Did you mean it when you said you would move back to Prattville?” I question Rania on our ride back to the ranch on Valentine’s Day morning.
Her eyes sparkle just like old times when she looks at me. “Yes, I meant it. I’m ready to come back home. I never really was happy in New York. I mean, I love my job and the people I work with; it’s just that I was missing something. Missing you.”
“I feel the same way. I have been on the ranch, surrounded by all the things I love, nature, farm animals, my brothers, but the one person I want with me was miles away. It will be great having you home.”
“Well, I’m coming home finally.”
My heart swells with a joy that I can’t even express. I lean over and cup her chin, hauling her face to mine. “Welcome back,” I say before crashing my lips onto hers.
“I have to call Aunt Mildred and tell her that I’ll be staying with her for a while,” she says when our kiss ends.
“Nonsense. You can stay with me.”
“Now, Owen, you know I can’t move right in with you. I think we should take things slowly.”
“At no point over this weekend did you ask me to take things slow. You wanted it fast and hard then; we’re going to take it fast and hard in our relationship.”
“Can we only have hard when in the bed? I don’t want hard or complicated,” Rania says with a serious expression on her face.
“Baby, I can’t promise you times won’t get hard, but I will make sure there are no more complications like the ones we have experienced,” I tell her.
“Fair enough.”
“So, you moving in?” I press.
“Give me two weeks to make the decision.”
“Two weeks, and I’m coming to get you and all of your things.”
“Okay.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “So you really can’t live without me, Owen Clemonte?”
“Keep biting down on your lip like that and I’ll pull over and show you how bad I can’t live without you.”
“Let’s not get arrested for public indecency today. You know Montgomery police are hiding everywhere,” Rania quips.
“They surely are,” I say, weaving through Montgomery traffic, headed to the ranch.
We’re finally back together where we belong, going to the place we soon will call home. It was a long road to get Rania back into my arms. I know the mistakes I made to lose her, and I will never make those mistakes again.
“Owen, when we were making love, you asked me to promise to never leave you again,” she says as if she is reading my mind.
“Yes, sweetheart. You can’t leave me like that.”
“I won’t. I will never leave you without giving you the chance to explain yourself, and when you’re explaining yourself, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Just don’t put me in the position where I feel like I have to trust ill feelings that have festered too long.”
I cross my heart with my forefinger. “Sweetheart, now that you are mine again, you won’t have to worry about any women coming around me. I’ll be one of those guys who says, ‘if my wife can’t come, I can’t come.’ I’m stuck to you like glue.”
She chuckles. “You don’t have to be that extreme.”
“I disagree. Extreme times call for extreme measures.”
“That’s why I love you,” she says, still laughing at me. “You’re funny.”
“I won’t let either of our hearts get broken again,” I profess to her with a deep understanding of the lengths I will go through to make sure these words ring true forever.
“No more heartbreaks,” Rania agrees.
We ride to the ranch holding hands, holding onto our forever with every strand of our beings. Maybe we’ll build another house on the ranch, just for us. Maybe we’ll fill that house with kids.
Whatever we do, we will make it this time. I believe our love, which has not dimmed over the test of time, will last until the end of our days.
When we get our breathing under control, I flip over to pull Rania close against my chest, where I hold her until I roll on top of her and take her again for another of the many times we make love Valentine’s weekend.
“Did you mean it when you said you would move back to Prattville?” I question Rania on our ride back to the ranch on Valentine’s Day morning.
Her eyes sparkle just like old times when she looks at me. “Yes, I meant it. I’m ready to come back home. I never really was happy in New York. I mean, I love my job and the people I work with; it’s just that I was missing something. Missing you.”
“I feel the same way. I have been on the ranch, surrounded by all the things I love, nature, farm animals, my brothers, but the one person I want with me was miles away. It will be great having you home.”
“Well, I’m coming home finally.”
My heart swells with a joy that I can’t even express. I lean over and cup her chin, hauling her face to mine. “Welcome back,” I say before crashing my lips onto hers.
“I have to call Aunt Mildred and tell her that I’ll be staying with her for a while,” she says when our kiss ends.
“Nonsense. You can stay with me.”
“Now, Owen, you know I can’t move right in with you. I think we should take things slowly.”
“At no point over this weekend did you ask me to take things slow. You wanted it fast and hard then; we’re going to take it fast and hard in our relationship.”
“Can we only have hard when in the bed? I don’t want hard or complicated,” Rania says with a serious expression on her face.
“Baby, I can’t promise you times won’t get hard, but I will make sure there are no more complications like the ones we have experienced,” I tell her.
“Fair enough.”
“So, you moving in?” I press.
“Give me two weeks to make the decision.”
“Two weeks, and I’m coming to get you and all of your things.”
“Okay.” She bites down on her bottom lip. “So you really can’t live without me, Owen Clemonte?”
“Keep biting down on your lip like that and I’ll pull over and show you how bad I can’t live without you.”
“Let’s not get arrested for public indecency today. You know Montgomery police are hiding everywhere,” Rania quips.
“They surely are,” I say, weaving through Montgomery traffic, headed to the ranch.
We’re finally back together where we belong, going to the place we soon will call home. It was a long road to get Rania back into my arms. I know the mistakes I made to lose her, and I will never make those mistakes again.
“Owen, when we were making love, you asked me to promise to never leave you again,” she says as if she is reading my mind.
“Yes, sweetheart. You can’t leave me like that.”
“I won’t. I will never leave you without giving you the chance to explain yourself, and when you’re explaining yourself, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Just don’t put me in the position where I feel like I have to trust ill feelings that have festered too long.”
I cross my heart with my forefinger. “Sweetheart, now that you are mine again, you won’t have to worry about any women coming around me. I’ll be one of those guys who says, ‘if my wife can’t come, I can’t come.’ I’m stuck to you like glue.”
She chuckles. “You don’t have to be that extreme.”
“I disagree. Extreme times call for extreme measures.”
“That’s why I love you,” she says, still laughing at me. “You’re funny.”
“I won’t let either of our hearts get broken again,” I profess to her with a deep understanding of the lengths I will go through to make sure these words ring true forever.
“No more heartbreaks,” Rania agrees.
We ride to the ranch holding hands, holding onto our forever with every strand of our beings. Maybe we’ll build another house on the ranch, just for us. Maybe we’ll fill that house with kids.
Whatever we do, we will make it this time. I believe our love, which has not dimmed over the test of time, will last until the end of our days.