[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kumrrn/the_new_guy_oralbdsmdomsubpregnancycreampie_part_7/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
*Whips, clamps, and cuffs, oh my!*
The Silent Sisters Couples Boutique was a special shop in the sense that you would not find it on main street in your town. The shop itself was more of a warehouse/workspace. It was a special shop that met the demands of special clientele, such as Amanda and me, and the owners prided themselves on their discretion and the craftsmanship of their work. The owners weren’t actually sisters, not in the born to the same parents sense. In an interesting string of coincidences, they were actually sisters-in-laws, both who enjoyed an affinity for the BDSM lifestyle, and both were mute since birth. Tia, Amanda, and I walked into the entry of the shop and my senses were immediately engulfed by the scents of leather, wood finish, freshly cut wood, and some other scents I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Tia waved to one of the ladies behind the desk, who returned the wave and gave Tia a friendly, heartwarming hug. Tia began signing to the woman behind the desk, who looked back at Amanda and I, excitedly waiving at Amanda when she saw her. Amanda smiled and waved back. She told me that was Rebecca, she did the finances and ran the business side of things for the Boutique. Tia signed for a few moments longer and then motioned for us to follow as Rebecca opened the door and ushered us into the shop. Rebecca disappeared behind a set of double doors, and quickly reappeared with another woman, who I am told was Bethany. Bethany was the wife to Rebecca’s brother, and the primary craftsman for all the products in the shop. Tia gave Bethany a hug, and Bethany motioned for Amanda to come join them, and the three of them shared a tight hug. The four of them began to sign back and forth. *Amanda knows sign language?* I looked around the shop in awe. Whips, chains, clamps, cuffs, paddles, more leather garments that I knew could exist, and odd devices that I’ve never seen before in my life, hung from the walls and populated the shelves around the exterior walls of the shop. The interior of the shop had different shapes and sizes of benches, pillows, and other kinds of… *devices?* Tia had told me that everything in the shop was handcrafted by the Sisters and their handful of employees. I was feeling out of place a bit, and unfamiliar in such a shop, but I did have to give credit where credit was due. Examining some of the items around the shop, the craftsmanship of the products was phenomenal. Every rivet was smooth, every weld in every chain link was clean with no jagged edges, every paddle was finished expertly with no rough spots or sharp edges, the leather was stiff but soft to the touch. I was fascinated by everything around me, but at the moment, I felt like I was shopping with my girl at Walmart, and she was in the lady’s underwear section. I jumped and my heart skipped a beat as I felt something slip into my hand.
Amanda giggled adorably as her fingers laced between mine, “I’m sorry babe, did I scare you?”
“No… maybe… ok, a just a little.”, I told her as I put my arm around her shoulder and held her hand and gave her a small kiss on the side of her forehead.
Her hand squeezed mine as her arm stretched behind my back and around me waist, “So, what do you think of this place?”
I shrugged, unsure how to answer, “I don’t know, honestly. Half of this stuff I’ve never seen before, the other half I am not even sure what you’re supposed to do with it. That said, these ladies sure do great work. Its actually fascinating, in the sense that its so hard to find artisan, hand crafted work like this these days.”
I pulled a wheel with small spikes and a handle on it off the hook between two shelves. A pinwheel, Amanda called it. *Of course its called that, why would it be called anything else*, I thought to myself. Examining the pinwheel in my hand, I experimentally rolled it down my arm. It felt interesting, more of a tingling sensation then a painful poke, which is what I was expecting. I reached over and rolled it up from the top of Amanda’s breast that was exposed by her cleavage, across her collarbone, and up her neck. Her hand gripped my side tightly, her weight shifted as her legs got a little weak, and she gasped and moaned a little.
“Don’t… do that… in here, please.”, she said, voice laced with exasperation.
“Don’t do what? Don’t do this?” I said as I feigned ignorance and repeated the motion with the pinwheel again.
Amanda’s hand ripped away from mine and slapped the top of the table to catch herself as her legs threatened to betray her again, and a loud audible moan escaped her lips. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth and turned towards Tia and the owners, face turning red with embarrassment. The ladies giggled at Amanda’s reaction, not that I could blame them, she was adorable when she was genuinely embarrassed. Her hand slapped my ass, hard.
“Asshole! I hate you sometimes, you know that?” She said, trying, and failing to sound angry with me.
I pulled her against me and hugged her tightly and kissed her deeply, “Love you too baby.”
We strolled around the store for a couple of hours and picked out a few items, the pinwheel, nipple clamps, something called a snake bite kit, twisted hemp rope, a feather and hot wax kit, and a vibrating bullet with a retrieval ring. As we were heading to check out, Bethany handed us a long rectangular box, signed to Amanda that it was a special gift for a special couple, and not to open it until after we got back to Tia’s. As Rebecca was ringing up our items on the register, I noticed a woven basket bowl of condoms, bright gold wrapper catching my eye. I picked one up and examined it. The text read ‘Emperor Condoms’, with the image of a golden throne superimposed in the middle, and ‘The Emperor Protects’ in small text below the throne. I chuckled to myself, pinching the small package between my fingers and feeling the ridged rolled up silicone inside of it, *way past needing these*, I told myself.
—
The ride back to Tia’s was sexually tense. Apparently, my little stunt in the store with Amanda had gotten her seriously worked up. She sat in the back with me, and just could not sit still. Her thighs rubbed together as she squirmed in her seat, tugging at the bottom of her white and light pink dress. Small, soft hands ran across my arm and thigh, greedily squeezing as she squirmed in the seat next to me, moaning softly. We pulled off the main road and onto the gravel road that would take us to the turn to Tia’s place. Amanda’s arms pulled down on her dress and liberate her breasts, nipples erect and pink. Her hands teased her nipples forcefully as her moaning grew more desperate. Her free hand flew to my groin and squeezed my growing erection through my pants before she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes, face and eyes full of lust, desire, and a demand to be touched. Amanda grunted and ripped her dress off over her head and threw it into the front seat. Tia giggled in the front seat.
“Darlin’, be a gentleman and put her out of her misery. You got her horribly worked up in the store, and I’m betting her lady parts are achin’ something fierce right now.”, Tia said as she eyed me through the rearview mirror, “Just make sure y’all clean up the mess when we get back.”
I looked at Amanda, eyes full of hunger and lust, arms pulling my body to hers. Her white satin panties were completely soaked through, I could see her pink labias under the fabric, swollen and gleaming. Her clitoral hood was noticeably pushing against the fabric, likely the result of a clit aching to be touched. Her inner thighs were wet and sticky, coated with her juices, and a small puddle of juices were pooling beneath her aching pussy on the seat. My tongue reached out for her stiff nipple, gently flicking her pink nipple before my mouth closed around it completely. I swirled my tongue around her nipple as I sucked hungrily on it. Amanda’s hand went up my back, to my neck, and her fingers dove into my hair and grabbed a handful, she moaned breathily as she threw her head back into the cushion of the back seat. My other hand rand down her soft bare stomach, teasing her. Her hand grabbed mine off her stomach, and she placed it between her legs and pushed my hand against the heat of her mound. My fingers pushed into her wet folds as I felt the fabric and her labias squish underneath my fingers. In the blind, lustful fury of the moment, I ripped her panties off. No, I don’t mean I forcefully pulled her panties down. I literally ripped her panties off of her body. There was a resistance of fabric for a moment, pussy juices dripping between my fingers as my grip rung out the fabric, and then my shoulder and forearm muscles flexed and the thin fabric holding her panties together came apart. I discarded the drenched, torn, and frayed mess of fabric in the floor of the back seat. My hand gripped Amanda’s thigh roughly as I lifted her leg and laid it across my lap, spreading her legs wide enough for her sex to spread and blossom, revealing the pink, wet bloom under her folds. My fingers reached between her thighs, and Amanda half gasped, half screamed as my fingers pushed against her swollen clit. Her hand covered mine as she pushed my fingers harder against her clit, and she gyrated her hips, grinding her clit against my fingers. Her fingers grasped my hair tighter as her moans became quivered and clipped, her breathing rapid and deep. My fingers worked faster and faster against her clit, legs quivering and shaking as my speed increased. Fingernails ran down my arm as her climax began to peak. A series of gasping moans and her back arching told me she was close. I slid my fingers farther down her pussy and slid two fingers into her. *My God was she wet.* The heat and slickness of her insides felt incredible around my fingers, and I could feel her pussy muscles pulsate around my fingers as her climax built up to the brim, threatening to flow over. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel to have my cock inside of her right now, but Tia’s small back seat would not allow for comfortable fucking positions. I slammed my fingers in and out of Amanda’s pussy with fervor, slapping the hood of her clit with my palm. Wet, gushing, slapping sounds replaced the sound of her gasps and moans as I pushed her over the brim of her orgasm, her breath catching in her chest, mouth open and trying to release a scream that would not come out. Her back arched as my fingers fucked her wildly through her orgasm, muscles, ligaments, and tendons across her bare, naked, exposed body taunt and stiff as pent-up pleasure and burning lust consumed her. A scream finally released as her body went limp. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean, enjoying the sweet and salty mix of our shared juices from earlier. Amanda’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she slowly came down from her climax. She closed her eyes, took my soaked hand with her juices into her hand, and laid her head on my shoulder.
“Damn that was hot. Feel better Darlin’?” Tia asked from the front seat, amusement thick in her voice.
Amanda couldn’t answer, all she could manage was a feeble nod of approval.
—
After arriving back at Tia’s we unpacked all of our new toys, and moved to the kitchen to make dinner. A salad, complete with ham, bacon, and hard boiled eggs was made, and we all ate very well. Tia poured herself a glass of wine, and we relocated to the living room, where I admired the picturesque log cabin interior of the room. I started a small fire in the fireplace and held Amanda on the couch as the girls caught up. At some point, Amanda had drifted off to sleep. My heart melted as I looked at her head laying on my chest, looking peaceful and serene. I ran my fingers through her hair gently as she began to snore softly.
Tia tilted her head and smile with admiration, “Poor girl is exhausted. Making one baby is exhausting work, and she’s making two at once.” Tia’s hand reached out and squeezed Amanda’s gently. “She loves you so much Dalus. More than she knows how to express. If you asked her to marry you tomorrow, I have no doubt she would say yes without a moment’s thought or hesitation about it.”
“I’ve thought about it actually. I’ve thought about it a lot actually.”, I told Tia as I watched Amanda sleep.
“What is stopping you from askin’ then Darlin’?” Mia inquired.
“I want something more to offer her. All I have is my love, respect, and seed to give her. I don’t know what else I can offer her. I don’t want to propose because she is carrying our children, I want to propose because I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, which I do at this moment. But, at the same time, I don’t want us to begin our lives as a family in a one bed, one bath apartment of questionable construction quality. I want better for her, I want better for my kids.”, I rubbed Amanda’s belly softly with my hand, “I have no objections making her Mrs. Michaels. No reservations about it whatsoever, but when I do ask her to be my wife, I want the time to be right.”
Amanda made Tia and myself jump as she shot up out of my lap. *Shit, had she heard any of that?* She bolted across the living room and screamed “I GOTTA PEE!”, before slamming the door shut behind her.
Tia laughed gleefully, “Oh boy, I remember those days when I was pregnant.”
A few minutes and a flush later, Amanda emerged from the bathroom, make up smeared and hair a mess. She wore one of my T-shirts, that was long enough to cover her most of her body, but it stopped just short of covering up her booty and her pussy. She should outside the bathroom door, looking just bedraggled and beyond exhausted. I walked to her and scooped her up in my arms and carrier her up the stairs, Tia close behind. Carefully turning the corner at the top of the stairs while carrying Amanda, I was halted in my tracks by Tia as she pulled on my shoulder.
“Nuh uh, you two are sleeping with me tonight. I insist.”, she said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
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The room continued the log cabin appearance, and soft yellow lighting softly illuminated the room from lamps in two of the corners. Several windows above the bed were a mixture of stained-glass art, illuminated by the half moon that night. The bed itself was a four-post dark wood frame, with dark red pillows, and a dark red comforter accenting it, and it was plenty big enough to accommodate all three of us. I sat Amanda on the bed, and she removed my T-shirt off her body and threw it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Amanda looked up at me softly as smirked slightly as she undressed me slowly, pants first, then my shirt, socks, and finally my underwear. Tia pulled the comforter down towards the foot of the bed and stripped down naked as well. The three of us crawled into the bed together. I don’t know what thread count the sheets were, but damn were they soft. I mean really *soft*. For a guy that spend six years of his life sleeping in barracks rooms and on the ground out in the field, I imagined this was what sleeping on a cloud felt like. The softness was almost as enjoyable as the softness between Amanda’s thighs, *almost.* Amanda was the first to hit the pillow, blond hair crashing lazily into the firm pillows as her body just went limp and she sank into the bed. I laid behind her, holding her against me like we did at home. Tia was the last to join us, holding Amanda’s hand as she scooted herself across the sheets and pulled the comforter up over her us before holding my hand as well. I honestly cannot recall a time in my life that I slept better than I did that night.
I woke up the next morning with a soft hand stroking my cock. As my mind broke through the fuzziness of sleep, I heard girlish giggling and soft moaning, as well as wet kissing sounds. I rolled to my side and reached across the sheets, feeling for Amanda and pulled her to me, the hand stroking my cock rubbed my tip against her pussy and lined me up. Eyes still closed, I grabbed Amanda’s hips and slowly slid into her wet folds. Muffled, soft moans, came from the pillow next to my head as inch after inch of my cock slipped deeper inside her. At first, I did long, slow strokes in and out of her, eliciting more muffled moans from the pillow with each thrust back into her. As her wetness doused my cock and her labias, I picked up my pace. I finally opened my eyes, only to see nothing. The thickness of the comforter blocked out all light, leaving me completely blind under it. I wrapped my arms around her waist and flexed my abs as I fucked Amanda’s pussy harder and harder. Muted screams and moans echoed from the pillow next to me. Slapping, wet, gushing sounds drowned out her expressions of pleasure as I ravaged her pussy with my cock. Her back arched and hands gripped my wrists as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, muscles pulsing around my shaft as I continued to savage my member in and out of her. I could hear heavy breathing as she came down from her climax. I used a hand to reach between her legs and rub her clit as I maintained my pace and intensity with my cock inside of her. In no time at all, she was moaning and screaming back into the pillow, pussy squeezing my cock again as she dove into another orgasm.
I heard Tia’s voice from under the covers, “MMmmmmm. You’re right Darlin’, he really does know how to use it, and… Oh my, I haven’t been fucked this good in months.”
My eyes shot open and I leapt from the bed. Tia laid between where I was and Amanda, legs spread and wetness glistening in the morning sunlight.
“What the fuck?!?”, I yelled, feeling guilty for just fucking the shit out of Tia.
The girls shared a naughty giggle together. I watched as the two of them made out, tongues wrestling one another in and out of their mouths, Tia’s fingers buried between Amanda’s folds, Amanda’s fingers buried between Tia’s folds.
“Told you that you’d enjoy it, didn’t I?” Amanda said as Tia nibbled on her ear, “Baby, come back to bed.”
My cock twitched when she asked me that and broke me out of my trance watching two beautiful women pleasure each other. They were laying sideways on the bed, heads towards the edge. I walked around to the edge of the bed, and watched their mouths and tongues wrestle one another as my hard cock hovered above them. Amanda reached up and massaged my balls gently. *Fucking hell this was hot*. I started to stroke my cock, still wet with Tia’s juices, but Amanda’s hand pushed my away, and she stroked me rapidly, pulling down on my cock. A stringy drop of my pre-cum fell from my tip and landed on Tia’s lip, before the sticky salty drop smeared across Amanda’s lips. The two girls stopped kissing and moaned together as they brought each other to climax. Amanda’s tugging on my cock grew more intense as her climax peaked out. They resumed their make out session as their climaxes subsided. Amanda’s hand left Tia’s pussy, coated with her juices, and took over stroking my cock. Tia’s we juices coated my cock completely and Amanda’s soft hands glided up and down my length with expert precision. *Holy shit, my girl is jerking me off, using another woman’s pussy juices as lube.* It was a hot, intense moment, and the thought of it brought on my climax without warning. My knees threatened to betray me as my cock pulsed in Amanda’s hand and splattered my hot seed across both of their faces. Cum decorated both of their beautiful faces as they continued to make out with one another. My seed flowed down their cheeks, noses, and foreheads, intermingling with their lips and tongues. Stringy, white streaks of cum reached across their lips as the halted their kissing and looked at each other.
“That… was more fun than I expected.”, Tia said as she sat up and sucked the last drop of cum off my tip.
Amanda sat up and looked at Tia with an ‘I told you so’ look on her face. They sat on the edge of the bed together and looked at me, both of their faces and lips, and breasts smeared with my seed. Amanda’s hand was still softly stroking my semi-hard cock. “How did you like it baby?” she asked, looking up at me with her heart melting blue eyes.
“I think…” I started, eyeing them both naked and beautiful, breasts and pussies spread and displayed proudly, cum covered faces and breasts looking at me, *daring me to ask for more*, “I think we should take this to the shower and get you dirty girls cleaned up while I think of new ways to dirty y’all up again.”
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“Oooh, I like that idea”, Amanda squealed and bolted towards the bathroom and Tia’s spacious stonework walk in shower, cute little bubbly butt bouncing as she ran.
We ended up not having shower sex, by the time we were all cleaned off, all of us were starving for breakfast. Amanda leaned against my lap in the kitchen and scrolled through her phone as we looked for potential baby names for the twins. Tia made us a quick simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast. Amanda helped set the table, wearing my T-shirt again. She dropped a fork on the floor and bent over to pick it up. I tilted my head and noticed that she was wearing my shirt without panties again, as her pussy and asshole were put on display for all to see, right in the middle of Tia’s kitchen.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose between my eyes, “Baby, please tell me the pair of panties I tore off you weren’t the only pair you brought up here.”
Her face took on a look of innocence, “Maybe…”, she answered, and I glared at her, “What? I didn’t think I’d need them that much. Part of the reason we are here is I want to get tied up and fucked silly before I’m way too pregnant to handle it. What’s wrong with me not wearing panties?”
“Its… its not fair.” I said, releasing a sigh.
“And why not?”, she said, bumping her bare ass and pussy against my cock in my boxers as she went back for another set of plates.
“Because you are distracting. You saunter around here, pussy and ass, sexy ass legs, seductive breasts, expecting to behave myself and be a gentleman, but every time I see you like that, I just want to bend you over and fuck your pussy raw until you can’t walk anymore.”, I tell her, moving my hands to cover my hardening cock.
“Then don’t be a gentleman about it.” Tia said as she carried the eggs across the kitchen to the table, “As a guest in my house, you have my complete and total permission to make her your submissive, free use cum slut for the rest of the weekend. You can fuck her whenever, wherever, however, and cum wherever and on whoever you feel like. And as your submissive, you don’t even have to make sure she cums every time you fuck her.”
I looked over at Amanda, she was leaning over the table, setting up plates and silverware. Her pink asshole and swollen labias peeked out from under the shirt and between her thigh gap. My cock twitched at the sight. In two large strides I was behind her. I yanked my T-shirt off of her and pushed on her neck, bending her over until her face was up against the table. My cock unfolded from my boxers as I yanked down the waist band. I guided my cock and pushed against her pussy, her wet folds parting as I slipped inside of her. My throbbing cock was greeted by the familiar wet tightness of her pink insides as her pussy consumed my length. She bit her bottom lip as I roughly thrusted in and out of her, shaking orange juice out of the glasses on the table as my hips slammed against hers. My hand around the back of her neck released its grip and reached for her ponytail. I tugged on her golden strands of hair and pulled her head back as I buried my cock deeper into her. Tia nibbled on a piece of bacon and watched intensively as I fucked Amanda, rough and raw. I felt my climax approaching so I slid out from between Amanda’s legs, pulled her ponytail and sat her in the chair next to us before straddling her waist. I stroked myself to climax while maintaining a tight grip on her ponytail. I grunted loudly enough to echo through the house as my seed spilled across her face. To Amanda’s credit, her eyes never blinked, never looked away, never left my eyes as I emptied the contents of my balls onto her young pretty face. With her face covered in my climax, I used my cock to smear my cum across her cheeks, lips, and chin, before making her clean my cock with her mouth.
I knelt down between her legs, eye level with her, “That was your punishment for making me fuck Tia without my permission. If you want to be a good girl and make it up to me, you won’t clean your face off until after you finished your plate.”
Tia looked at me from across the table, an amused smile and a look of respect on her face, “Very good, you are learning quickly.”
After breakfast was done, Amanda went and cleaned off her face. We dressed for the outdoors and Tia took us down a long winding trail. The smell of the woods was relaxing, and the canopy of the trees kept things relatively cool in the stifling Georgia heat. About the four miles mark up the trail, the path got a little more treacherous, loose rocks, jutting roots reaching out into the path. Tia called for a break, and we pulled out our water bottles and drank greedily from them. Amanda poured part of her water bottle on her face, which spilled onto her chest, and made the white cotton shirt reveal and cling to her breasts, pink nipples clearly visible through the fabric. I chose that moment to pounce Amanda again. As she was on her knees placing the empty water bottle back into her backpack, I came up behind her and reach around her waist, unbuttoning her crotch high hiking shorts. A flick of my wrist and her zipper was released. I pushed her over and bent her over her backpack before sliding her shorts down to her knees. Her hands dutifully reached behind and spread her ass cheeks with her hands, offering up either of her holes to me. I released my cock from my pants and slipped inside of her pussy. I slid in and out of her, slowly and sensually, taking time to relish her tight, wet insides. Tia knelt between us and played with herself as she watched my Amanda-soaked cock slide in and out of my girl slowly, her labias stretching around my girth as I did so. After several moments of sliding in and out of her pussy nice and slow, I felt my climax begin to peak, and I grabbed Amanda’s hips and sank myself deep into her. She gasped and moaned as I released myself inside of her, hot seed splashing up against her cervix. The rest of my cum filled her pink crevices deep inside her. I slowly slipped out of her, her pinkness collapsing on itself to recover the space inside of her that I had just filled moments ago. I pulled her shorts up around her waist, zipped and buttoned her back up, and grabbed our bags and we continued down the trail. I snickered to myself, as I watch Amanda’s body, twitch and squirm, knowing my hot seed in her was tickling her insides as it slowly creeped out. The growing wet spot at the bottom of her shorts told me she was enjoying the feeling as much as I was watching her squirm. Another two miles up the trail, I head the sound of running water. Tia took us down a steeper trail, and we found ourselves on the edge of a small stream. A small waterfall, maybe 9ft up, had a generous amount of water spilling over it, creating a small mist with a small rainbow as the sun peeked out from between the trees. It was beautiful.
“And this, is why I refuse to move somewhere more convenient.”, Tia said as she admired the view, “Now if you excuse me, I need to pee, so I’ll be right back.”
Amanda was entranced on the small waterfall and soaking up the view. I was soaking up the view of her, sunlight hitting her face and making her blue eyes shine brightly. She really did glow, not just with beauty, but with joy and life. I was entranced with her, soaking up my girl in her entirety, the mother of my soon to be children. I came up behind her and placed my hands under her shirt. My hands felt around her hips and both rubbed her belly as I kissed her neck. Her hands held mine as I pulled her against me and massaged her belly.
“I love you.” I whispered in her ear.
She tilted her head and rested it against mine, “I love you too babe.”
“No, I mean I love you, *love you*”, she turned to look at me, perplexed, “Amanda, I want to be more than your boyfriend, more than just the father of your children. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, everything about us feels right. I feel it in my heart, my soul, and every fiber of my body. I want you to be more than my girlfriend and mother of my children. I want to ask you the question so bad it hurts, but at the same time, I want to have more to offer than just a shitty one bed, one-bathroom apartment. I don’t want to start our family with a cheap ring and a cheap apartment. I want to do it right; I want you to look back and smile at the moment when I finally ask you what I want to ask you. I…. ugh… I…. I am…” my voice trailed off as I lost the words to express myself.
Amanda turned in my arms and put a finger over my mouth and shushed me. She stood up on her tip toes and kissed me gently on my lips and melted my insides were her soft blue eyes. “Dalus, do you love me?”
“Yes.”, I say.
“Do you want us to be a family?”, she asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me, to have and to hold, until death do us part?”, she asked.
“Y…Yes”, I mumbled.
“Do you want to be my husband, and do you want me to be your wife?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Well, I can’t imagine my life without you. So,” Amanda said as she poked my chest with her finger, ”when you are finally ready, and you have the house, and the ring and everything you want for me to make this feel right for you, and when you finally find the balls and man up enough to ask me what you really want to ask me, you already have your answer, so at least the hard part is done for you.”
I open my mouth to reply but she shushed me with a kiss.
She parted her lips from mine and bored into my soul with her blue eyes, “Ask me when you’re ready to ask me. When you are ready, I’ll be ready. I am not going anywhere babe, we have plenty of time.”
*To Be Continued in Part 9*
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