Tattooed Soul (7 page)

I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and
felt how tight she was. I managed to get three fingers into her and slowly
started pumping her, preparing her for me. I almost came as she spread her legs
a little wider. Fuck.

This was it. The one moment I had ached
and anticipated for two years. Was it perfect? Was it everything she needed? I
thought of our future together, and how much I loved her, and I suddenly
remembered something very important.

"Becky, sweetheart. Give me one
moment." I rolled off our makeshift bed and smiled as I noticed the pout
on her face. She was adorable. I reached into my bag and pulled out a package
of condoms. I saw her blush.

She giggled. "I thought you said you
weren't expecting anything to happen tonight?"

Suddenly, it was my turn to blush. She
was right, but I wasn't sorry for being prepared.

As I slid back under the covers, I told
her, "Becky, if by some grace you took it upon yourself to
want
to
be with me, I wanted to make sure you were taken care of. You mean the world to
me. I was truthful when I said I would wait forever, but just in case, I never
want to be the one who let you down."

She seemed to understand where I was
coming from because I saw a tear streak down her face. "You mean so much
to me too. Thank you for looking out for
us
. I love you."

As I slid the condom into place, I knew I
had one more thing to clarify. "It is not that I don't want to have babies
with you someday, but we have our whole future ahead of us. I think you will
make a wonderful mother, someday. I love you too."

She leaned up and kissed me with more
passion than I had ever felt.  She seemed to pour her soul into that one
kiss, and it sent me flying. She was beautiful, and sexy, and here with me.

I rolled over onto her, brushing my cock
at her entrance. I looked down at her face; her lips were swollen from my
attack. She looked so hot, so trusting, so beautiful.

I slowly pressed my cock inside her,
rubbing her clit as I went. She was quivering, her mouth was parted, and her
breath was out of control.

I circled her clit again as I entered her
further. I wanted her to feel as good as I was feeling. She was so tight, and I
could feel the last barrier between us. I thrust quickly, breaking it and
trying not to move as I saw the pain cross Becky’s face for a moment and she
gasped. A single tear escaped her eye. I leaned down and licked it up with the
tip of my tongue.

“I am so sorry,” I murmured as I brushed my
lips against hers.

“It’s okay, Marcus.” She smiled a small
smile at me. “Keep going, please.”

I slowly pressed myself all the way into
her. I breathed into her neck, and we were connected as one. We were complete
at last. She was my other half. She was my better half. If I never left this
moment, I would be happy for the rest of my life.

I wanted to be the only man to ever be
inside her; she was mine. My cock twitched, and I knew I wasn’t going to last
long. Fuck, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I gently moved, hearing
Becky’s breath hitch, and I quickened my pace a little, sliding in and out,
just feeling.

Becky was moaning as I entered her. I
kept trying to hit that spot inside her that earned me a little moan each time.
Becky’s breaths were getting erratic; her fingers were digging into my arms as
I watched her orgasm climb.

"Yes, baby. That's it. Just let it
go. I am here to catch you when you fall." She came undone at the sound of
my voice. Her walls began to milk my cock, and I knew I would not be far behind.

She arched her back into me, trembling
with the force of her orgasm, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed my
cock all the way inside her, feeling the heat, warmth and her tight walls
around my cock and released into the condom.

I was out of breath. I gathered Becky
into my arms and cuddled her. I never wanted this night to end.

“I love you, Becky.” I kissed her hair.

Becky wrapped her arms around me. “I love
you too, forever.” She looked up at me under her lashes.

I leaned in and kissed her lips again,
murmuring against her lips, “Forever.”

She had become a part of my life so
completely. This night would never fade and always remind us of our love. Our
lives would forever be together from this one moment. The only thing that
mattered was the two of us. Not the social workers, the drunk fathers, the
school bullies, or the town sluts. We had finally found each other, and the
world was ours.

She was now my life and my world. She
completed me in ways I never imagined, and for the rest of my life she would be
tattooed on my soul.