The second weekend in October started out normal. Friday night was pizza and movie night. It was Keely's turn to pick the movie this week and she decided on The Heat, which Andrew noted was decidedly better than her last pick, The Hot Chick. Saturday morning, I was woken with breakfast in bed, Keely entering the bedroom carrying a tray of waffles, bacon, eggs and a fruit parfait. Andrew was following closely behind with a mug of tea, which he set on a coaster on the nightstand before taking a seat beside me on the edge of the bed.
"What is all this for?" I asked, sitting up against the headboard as Keely placed the tray beside me.
"Your birthday." Keely said, handing over an envelope I hadn't noticed. "Open it." Inside was gift certificate for a spa downtown. "I figured you could use a day of pampering. They have pregnancy packages if you want to use it before the baby comes, or you can save it for after."
"Keely, that's so thoughtful. Thank you!"
"You're welcome." She said, but suddenly turned as the doorbell rang. "Oh, that's Natalie." Keely quickly drop a kiss on Andrew's and my cheeks. "See ya, dad! Happy Birthday, Emily!" Parting farewell, she ran out of the room.
"Oh, uh bye!" I called out after her before turning to Andrew, confused. "Where is she going?"
"She's spending the weekend at Natalie's because we're going to be gone." Andrew replies casually, plucking a piece of bacon off the tray and taking a bite.
"We are? Where are we going?" I wasn't aware of any plans.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, birthday girl." He grinned, leaning in for a quick peck before standing from the bed. "I'm going to go clean up in the kitchen, you enjoy your breakfast, my love."
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Andrew's surprise turns out to be a weekend away at the house Rossi bought in Breckenridge. We spend the afternoon lounging around, enjoying each other's uninterrupted company. Andrew grills steaks and an array of veggies for dinner, then draws me a bath to soak while he cleans up.
Climbing out of the tub feeling thoroughly relaxed, I grab a black silk robe from my weekender bag and make my way back downstairs. Andrew is standing at the kitchen island, pouring two flutes of sparkling cider when I approach behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Turning in my arms, he leans down for a kiss. He keeps it short and sweet, pulling away after a moment no doubt to propose whatever he has planned next, but I have other ideas.
Bringing one arm up to wrap around his neck, I palm the back of his head, pulling him back in. I run my lips across his jaw, down his neck and back up, nipping at his earlobe. "Emily." His voice is gravelly, thick with desire, making me grin. I pull back then, just enough to meet his eyes.
"You've spoiled me today. I think it's time I return the favor." I whisper in a low, sultry tone before capturing his lips in a heated kiss. I slide my hands underneath his tee, dragging it up. "Off." I order. Andrew obeys eagerly, pulling off his shirt in one fell swoop. Palming him over his jeans, I can feel him growing hard already. Quickly undoing the button and zipper, I pull both his pants and boxer briefs down.
Kneeling in front of him, I grasp his length, starting slow strokes up and down, enjoying his soft intake of breath when I squeeze gently. Taking the tip of him in my mouth, I swirl my tongue around him, continuing to stroke the base of him with my hand. He moans when I run my tongue along the length of him, a hand coming to my head, fingers carding through my hair. "God, Em, baby. Feels so good."
I take him deeper into my mouth, licking and sucking, keeping one hand wrapped around the base as I bring the other up to cup his balls. "Oh, fuck." He rasps on a particularly hard suck. "Gotta stop baby, so close."
"It's ok." I say, releasing him only long enough to reply before licking around his tip again.
"No, I… oh, shit. Want to make you come. Want to come inside you." He manages in between a series of gasps and moans. And, well, who am I to deny that. I kiss my way up his chest before meeting his lips in a deep kiss. It's wet and hot and wonderful. When we separate for air, Andrew steps out of his pants, taking my hand and leading me upstairs to the bedroom we've chosen to stay in.
The moment we enter the room, Andrew is pushing me up against the wall, seeking out my mouth again, our tongues meeting instantaneously. His fingers find the tie on my robe, deftly undoing the knot and sliding the robe off my shoulders. He pulls me over to the bed then, setting me on the edge and kneeling on the plush carpet. He drapes my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around my thighs.
Leaning on my elbows, my head falls back as I feel his tongue run from my opening up to my clit. Andrew moans, the vibrations heightening the sensations of pleasure. "You're so wet, babe." He remarks before diving back in, nibbling and sucking and making me squirm.
"For you. Always for you. Oh, yes!" I shout when he thrusts a finger inside, quickly adding a second and curling both upwards, finding that sweet spot. He continues his ministrations, building me up and I reach that blessed peak in no time, back arching, hands balling up in the duvet. Andrew places gentle kisses on each thigh before setting my legs down, then drops sweet kisses to my belly before finding my lips.
I sit up, hands grasping his face as our mouths mold together, tongues dueling. He reaches his hand down, lines himself up and sinks slowly inside. He pulls out almost entirely before sinking back in again, harder this time, and it has both of us moaning. I kiss him once more before resting our foreheads together, whispering into the space between our lips. "Faster." He picks up the pace then and it doesn't take long before we're both panting, falling over the precipice together.
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We spend the remainder of Saturday evening in bed, a fair amount of Sunday morning, too. Sunday afternoon, we're sitting on the patio loveseat. I'm curled into Andrew's side, his arm around my shoulder, holding me to him with a blanket thrown over our laps. It's quiet and the view of the mountains and trees is beautiful.
"Thank you for this weekend." I say quietly, not wanting to break the peacefulness of the moment. "It was really nice to just have some us time."
"You're welcome, my love." He says, kissing the top of my head. It's quiet again for a few minutes, until I hear Andrew speak up again. "Em?"
"Hmm?" I hum, my eyes are closed, his fingers caressing my shoulder lulling me into a restful state.
"Will you marry me?" He asks.
I open my eyes at that, sitting up to look at him. Taking note of the sincerity on his face, no hesitance or fear, I smile. "Yes." I whisper.
"Yeah?" He grins lightly.
"Yeah." I nod my head, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on his lips before curling back into his side. "No shotgun wedding though." I say half teasingly, half serious.
He chuckles lightly at that. "No. We don't have to rush. I wasn't even planning to ask yet, hadn't figured out a plan. You're ring is sitting at home, buried in the closet, but this felt right."
"This was perfect." I say, entwining his free hand with one of mine on my lap. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He says, dropping a kiss to the top of my head.