My lips hover above hers, my fingers caressing her side; her hands slide down my back, nails grazing my skin through the thin shirt, coming to rest on my hips. I lean in to close the gap, but she beats me to it. Her soft lips press firmly against mine, egging me on, and I follow through with the request. My tongue slips past her lips to run along the roof of her mouth, eliciting groans of need and excitement; parts of my lower body clench at the sounds and I feel a pool of wetness gathering between my thighs. I break the kiss to the sound of a disappointed whimper; meeting her gaze, I smile and kiss her softly before scooting off the bed.

Pouting, Emily sits up and tilts her head to the side, "What are you doing?"

"This…" I grab the bottom of my shirt and tug it over my head, tossing it over towards the corner of the room.

"Wait"

"What?"

A nervous smile spreads over her face, as a tiny blush creeps up her neck, "Let me do it…"

My brain shut down, and my heart stops. Emily moves to kneel on the bed and wraps a finger through the loop of my jeans, tugging me closer. Her fingers skate across the skin of my stomach leaving goose bumps in their wake. I breathe in deep when she moves to undo the fastenings of my pants and slide the offending material off my legs. "Beautiful…" she whispers as her nails trail gently up my thighs to rest on my hips. I thread my fingers through her hair, and then move to slide my hands down her chest and stomach, to grip the hem of her shirt and swiftly pull it over her head and throw it in the general direction of mine. Leaning forward, I gently force her to lie back; kissing and nipping a line down her neck, across her breasts, over her stomach to the top of her pants. I sweep my tongue beneath, teasingly and her muscles jump and twitch with each small stroke. Continuing the assault, I slip my fingers under the material and in one swift motion pull it off along with her panties. She gasps as my knee rubs against her heated center; her hips buck, begging for more attention.

I keep my knee pressed firmly against; my hands trail up her back, unfastening her bra and discarding it. Pulling back, I look at the woman lying beneath me. Every bit of her exposed, at the mercy of my gaze and touch; vulnerable…yet so powerful. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips and those toned muscles rippling with each subtle movement beneath tanned skin. So perfect… Her eyes meet mine and I know that every ounce of love and desire I have for her is clearly seen, she sucks in a breath in anticipation and we meet in a passionate kiss. My lips move across her jaw, down to her neck; my teeth nip at her pulse and a small groan escapes her lips. Moving to her breasts, I slip one of the sensitive buds into my most, my tongue swirling as I suckle. I repeat the action to the other side before continuing on to my main goal; her muscles twitch with each kiss along her stomach, then I'm at her center.

My hands slide up her thighs, gently parting them to expose her swollen folds. Emily lets out a throaty groan as I teasingly lick around her sensitive clit; growing bolder with each stroke, I slowly move in smaller circles driving her into a fever pitch. Every sound she makes is music to my ears, fueling my own arousal. Her backs arcs, pushing her hips into me and begging for more. I latch onto her clit, sucking and grazing my teeth across it; she gasps at the roughness and digs her nails into my shoulders. I repeat the action, her nails dig harder into me and I growl as a bolt of desire races to my lower region causing it to clench. Her hips begin to buck in an erratic rhythm as I continue my exploration.

"Ooohh…harder..." Emily pants

I suck on the nub harder, alternating between licks and nips. Her body tenses and with a final nip, she cries out. I continue licking, guiding her down from her orgasm until the tremors cease, then slide up her body to place a loving kiss on her lips. I lean back and look at her. She smiles and pulls me down to whisper seductively, "Now it's my turn."

Flipping me onto my back, quickly removes my bra and panties, and then slides down my body. Her lips brush against my skin in feather-light kisses, up my legs, over my stomach, and across my breasts. I bite my lip as she flicks her tongue over my nipple and then sigh when she wraps her mouth around it. She trails her hand down my side, then over my hip, coming to a stop as her fingertips reach my folds, to caress them lightly. I groan, spreading my legs, as her fingers move in agonizingly slow circles around my clit, teasing me before she moves them down to finger my channel. Gently she starts thrusting at a steady rhythm; each brush of her knuckles against my G-spot causes me to moan louder. I loop my arms behind her head and wrap my legs around her waist, closing my eyes as she thrusts faster and harder. My hips match her thrust for thrust, the tension building in my lower body, and my channel gripping her fingers tighter. She brushes her thumb over my clit repeatedly, her fingers continuing to thrust at an unrelenting pace, until I feel the tension break in a burst of pleasure. I bury my face in her shoulder, muffling a scream as my orgasm rips through me.

Emily carefully removes her hand from between my thighs and we curl up facing one another. I pull the down comforter over our bodies, then pulling her close, our legs intertwining and my arm draped over her waist. After a few moments, our breathing has returned to normal and I lean in to kiss her, pulling back just enough to whisper, "I love you."

"I love you too, Samara"

I smile, resting my forehead against hers, "Did I do a good job? I wanted this night to be perfect for you."

"Better than I ever imagined…" she smiles, lovingly

"I'm glad. But I have one more thing for you…"

She pulls back, her eyebrow raised in a questioning look, "What else could you possibly have planned? You've done more for me than I deserve, this night has been amazing."

I sit up, pulling her into my lap. "Well, it's just something that I've been thinking about lately and after you said that you wanted me to be the first and last woman you make love with, I finally decided that now is as good a time as any, so…Emily, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

She stares at me; mouth slightly agape, her face a mask of shock and disbelief.

I quickly stutter, "I-It's okay if you say no, I mean I don't even have a ring yet and it's probably too soon anyways. You just graduated and you're about to go off to college, and I'm about to start my inter-"

Emily cuts me off abruptly saying, "Yes"

"Wait…sorry, what did you just say?"

"I said 'Yes' "

"Really?" I perk up, smiling like a little kid on Christmas

"Yes, really. I'd be honored to call you my wife." She smiles, giggling a little at my reaction

"You've just made me the happiest woman in the world!"

We fall back against the sheets, our bodies fused in a passionate embrace. The next few hours fly by in a flurry of passion, lust and love until exhaustion claims us. Emily rests her head on my chest, my fingers playing along her back as she drifts off to sleep; my eyes close and I quickly follow suit, finally feeling like I'm complete.

I found my soul mate and she's perfect…