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Kelsey

W hile we were gone, the rest of my belongings had been moved from my apartment to our place. Sam watched as I opened the box labeled ‘nightstand,’ blushing, thinking about the poor person who had the task of packing up my vibrators.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thankful I will never know who packed this up for me,” I said as I held up my biggest purple vibrator.

“Ah, is that what you used before you found me?”

“This thing got me through nine months of pregnancy. I had no time or energy to reach for it once Crew came along.”

“Let me see you use it.”

“What? Like right now?”

“Yes. I want to watch.”

I checked the baby monitor; Crew still napped soundly. I slipped my shorts down my legs and kicked off my panties. “Well, remember, I lived alone with no responsibilities. The pregnancy hormones got me good, and I would make an event out of my sessions.”

“An event, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, walking back on my hands until my back hit the headboard. I started first with my right finger, stroked my clit, the vibrator lying lifelessly on the bed next to me. “Do you remember the night you stopped into my hotel room? In Minneapolis?”

“I do,” Sam nodded, watching as I used my other hand to dip my middle finger inside.

“Mmm, I’m almost ready for it. When you knocked on the door, I had just finished giving myself an orgasm, but the entire time, I thought of you and what it would feel like when you went down on me. It’s almost like I knew we’d both love it.”

I reached for the vibrator, turned it on, and pressed the tip of it against my clit, before sliding it down my slick folds and working it deep inside me.

“Sam, come here. My hands are busy, but my mouth isn’t.”

“Fuck, Kelsey,” Sam stuttered, yet made his way over to the bed and unzipped his fly. “Is this how you’ll keep yourself busy when I’m traveling with you here alone?”

I moaned on his cock, hollowing out my cheeks, giving Sam the sign to pump his hips and fuck my mouth. “God baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”

I turned the vibrator up from low to medium speed, realizing it wasn’t providing what I needed. I was no longer satisfied with my toys, especially when Sam was here.

“Sam,” I gasped, “I want you, this isn’t enough. I need you.”

“You don’t need to ask twice. Hands and knees, baby.”

I discarded the vibrator without turning it off and followed his direction, looking back at Sam as he notched himself at my entrance before pushing his way inside of me. I moaned the now familiar stretching sensation as he filled me and quickly pushed me towards my release.

I loved Sam’s response to me, and I loved how we could be playful and have fun with sex. I loved being on my knees for him, but even more than that, I loved how he looked at me. He made me feel like an absolute queen. When he collapsed on top of me, I let myself drop onto the bed.

“You good?”

“Yeah, Sam. I’m good.”

Sam pulled out, went to the bathroom, and got a towel for me.

“Monica booked a meeting with the wedding planner. She’ll be available early tomorrow.”

“What time do you need to be at the stadium?”

“Eleven. I figured I could start with the introductions, but you can work on more of the details.”

“Budget?”

“Monica already worked that out with her. If there is something you want that is outside the budget, let me know.”

“Can’t we just go to an island and do it there?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I think it is. Would you be okay with that?”

“I think I’ve told you before, but you can have whatever you want,” Sam said.

“And I think I told you; this is a partnership. I might want an island wedding, but you might have always dreamed of a big wedding in a cathedral.”

“Kelsey, I would love to get married with only our closest friends and family. If you wanted an event with a thousand people with life-sized ice statues and your bridesmaids riding in on the backs of a camel, I’d roll my eyes and then roll with it.”

“Wait, camels are on the table?” I asked innocently.

“What island?”

“Umm, outside of Cancun, I’ve never traveled off of the mainland.”

“Okay. My suggestion is St. John. That way, your family won’t need a passport if they don’t already have one.”

Sam scrolled through photos of the island and some of his favorite beaches. I could see my sisters standing around me, a tiny little altar on the beach at Trunk Bay.

“There, that’s where I want to be,” I said, pointing to the last photo.

“Perfect. Now let’s see if this planner can make it happen.”

“Sam, I love you. I love this life. And I can’t wait for the rest of it.”

“Speaking of waiting, look what came in today.”

Sam held out a small velvet box and flipped the lid, exposing a gorgeous solitaire diamond set in white gold. “Oh, Sam, I love it. It’s perfect.”

He slipped it on my finger, and we sealed our promise to each other with a heartfelt kiss.