[m]y [f]iancé and I once broke up

In 2013, after 6 months of dating, we broke up. The fighting was relentless, I missed my parents (which had just moved to a different state), and the spark seemed as though it had faded. I was young, maybe 22 at the time. We were both immature. She packed my bags one day after a fight which I no longer remember the cause of. I came home to my belongings on her porch. We moved in together so quickly.

That was it. I loaded my car, called my job, and I quit on the spot. I drove a state away and moved in with my parents. The ordeal was heart wrenching and angering at the same time. I had thought that I had grown to love this woman, and I thought that I had created a stable situation. I was now living with my parents in a foreign environment of which I ultimately lived for 2 years.

During my time in this other state, we had began to reconnect. This all happened rather quickly, and one might say that it was toxic. She was beautiful. No other words would convince me otherwise.

We decided to meet on several occasions to rekindle what we believed we had lost; the most memorable of which was Valentine’s Day. We had again been arguing but decided to meet half way for a night. I rented out a jacuzzi suite, and there was a wine festival occurring during our stay. She was hesitant, but ultimately agreed.

I sat in my car waiting for her to arrive. I had gotten to the hotel early experiencing overwhelming anxiety from the excitement. There she was. She jumped out of her car, and the butterflies in my stomach were almost nauseating. Although this sounds like a love story, that weekend was by far the most satisfying sexual experience I’ve ever had.

We entered the room, sat back, and talked. We took in the amount of distance we had gone through. The time we lost. She sat there as a goddess in my eyes. I couldn’t take it. I stood up and grabbed her by her large, luscious ass and slammed her against the wall. Her DD breast were creating a gap that I forced myself through. Her lips were locked with mine in an unimaginable connection. First came off her shirt as I set her down. I zipped down her jeans, and ripped off her panties. I started the jacuzzi, and the rest was history… This was the first reconnection into what had become my world. The weekend was long, explosive, and mesmerizing. It’s a weekend I’ll never forget.

As the jacuzzi began to fill with water, I approached her slowly. I gently rubbed her naked, caramel colored skin. I admired the bit of hair she kept growing for me just above her clit. I took in the smell. The perfume. The smell of a soaking wet pussy. I smelled her hair as I began to undress myself.

“I missed you so much”, she said. I began to realize that this is the woman I’d spend my life with.

I laid her down on the bed; the sound of the bath filling in the background. I slowly kissed her from her neck, to her naval, to her inner thighs. I hadn’t seen the tiny mole on her pussy lip in so long. My tongue gently teased her thighs, and then I swiftly made the most brief lick on the tip of her clit. It wasn’t but a light touch, but her deep breath and moan completely silenced the water still running in the background. It was just us two. Nothing else existed. I spent what seemed like hours with my tongue massaging every part of her thigh, stomach, clitoris and pussy lips. It was endless bliss as she reached orgasm multiple times. I made love to her pussy as though I’d never see it again. I lightly sucked, tongued, and slowly breathed warm air on her beautiful, brown clit. It stared at me and begged for all the attention in the world. It was warm and wet. It was throbbing as my breath soothed the ache.

After countless orgasms, I paced myself as precum dripped from my engorged penis. I traced a line with my tongue from her clit to her neck. I spent a second rounding her areola then fixated just below her ear. I kissed gently on her neck and slowly slid inside her. The bed was soaking wet at this time. I had never seen her squirt, but the puddle that lay below her round ass had said other wise. Her legs were shaking and were wet from the pussy juice that soaked my beard. As I slid in between her lips, she gasped and shook with excitement. She screamed that it was too much. I held her wrist down while she clenched her thighs around me.

“Baby stop!” She said. Not a word came out of my mouth as I left my cock entirely in her, slowly making thrust movements. She was now close to crying. I ravaged her neck while I held her wrist down. I had known this was her spot. When we had got together, the slightest breath under her ear made her wetter than Niagra falls.

“I’m coming!!!” along with the sound of her hyperventilating was all I heard.

I exclaimed “I love you so much, I want you to have my baby. I can’t wait to marry you.” in the heat of the moment. Her slightly hairy pussy squeezed around my penis. She stopped breathing and I began to shoot every last drop inside of her. She was now trembling from the final huge cum. The water from the jacuzzi was spilling into the overfill and we laid there without touching. I could see her pussy throbbing as our cum began to drip onto the bed. I lay there staring at her. She was still catching her breath.

We spent the entire night locked in that room; her beautiful legs wrapped around my face and hips, her dark nipples and light brown skin enticing me, my face in her ass licking from her swollen pussy to her asshole.

We fucked maybe 30 times that night. She left trembling and I left upset to see her leave. It took another year for me to finally move back in with her. Now we’re almost married, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9643g0/my_fiancé_and_i_once_broke_up