couldn’t be any happier. It was the best proposal I had ever heard and I was suffocating him with kisses.
We got out of the bathroom, heading towards the bed, as we wanted to make love again… The feeling of his skin next to mine felt more addictive than any drug.
He felt down on his knees in front of me, looking at me like I was his last frontier, his last hope, his first and last love and he gave me moments of pure pleasure. Standing there, in that position, just so I could tell how much he loved me.
After he was over, I lifted him up and I kneeled in front of him, doing the same thing. We were the same, ready to do whatever it took to prove our feelings, to prove that we were equal, that we loved each other in the same, crazy way.
He lifted me up and sat me to the bed… His bear-side was revealed, as he bent me in front of him, letting my fully opened hips in the limelight.
He was possessing me with a wild wish, getting in and out with a firmness that almost hurt. He was enjoying it as much as I was understanding and accepting his werebear side….
He finished slowly whispering to my year that he wanted to make love to me, then make love to me and then make love to me again… We spent so little time together, but love wasn’t about how many days, months or years we had been together…love was about how much love he showed me in those two days.
Life is a beautiful struggle. We all have struggles in life, but what makes us different is the way we face them.
If I didn’t know how to face it, I wouldn’t be here, with this perfect man. I’ve learned from all my struggles and I chose to move forward. I was fortunate.
Every love story is beautiful, but ours was, by far, my favorite. He is still the first and the last thing in my mind each and every day, and we are still making love just like when we were young and curious, exploring all of each other’s bodies…