2 comments/ 9004 views/ 5 favorites The Surprise of a Lifetime By: LoneGirl This one is short but it's a very special chapter to me. Again, if you're reading me for the first time, do check out my last few stories to get a better idea about things. Thank you for the love! ~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~ It must have been pretty late when I stirred in his arms as he carried me inside our holiday home. Work in LA had been done over a week ago, and we had taken out time for a short vacation to this little place called Julian and were staying in a rented house. The place was dark and quiet when we entered and everything seemed so calm and peaceful. He strode across the unlit living room towards our bedroom, before gently pushing open the unlocked door with his foot. I rubbed my eyes as he put me down on the bed, softly kissing my forehead as he did so. I was tired after the long night and had probably dozed off in the car while on our way back. And oh, what a night it had been. I looked up when he turned on one of the night lamps and smiled down at me. I straightened myself and smiled back. "I'm sorry if this was hurried," he leaned in and whispered against my lips, "I wanted to make it special for you." "You did." I pressed my lips against his, kissing him for the millionth time that evening. "But you didn't have to make it so elaborate," I smiled, without removing my lips, "I'd marry you anyway." "Oh, but I had to. I'm Mr Flamboyant, remember?" He laughed softly, before trailing his lips down my neck. I felt the moisture on his lips, flinching slightly every time his tongue made contact with my skin. I kicked off my peep-toes and pushed myself higher up in the bed, drawing him closer against me. "How long have you been planning this?" I said, once he was next to me in bed, leaning against the headboard. "Not long at all," he smiled, throwing an arm around me, "I knew I'd do it on this trip. It's hard to find time when we're home or on the road." As he shrugged off his jacket, I snuggled against his chest, taking in the erotic smell of his body. My heart warmed as I inhaled. That, to me, was the smell of love. "I was nervous, though," he said after a while, "I kept wondering if you're ready for this." "I'm not sure I am, I admit. But I trust you. I know you'll make it easy for me." I looked at him and smiled innocently. "Just plan everything and inform me. I'll turn up." At those words, he broke into peals of laughter, almost making the king size bed vibrate. I tried not to give in, but the expression on his face just made it impossible for me to not laugh. Soon, we had tumbled on the mattress, in stitches. "If I plan the whole thing," he said, still laughing, "It will be disaster movie. I'm not sure if you should trust me that much." "Fine." I softly kissed his forehead and nose. "I'll plan. You put in the money. Deal?" His hand snaked around my head and pulled me close, until our lips brushed. "For you, I can even put in my life." He ghosted his lips over mine, before capturing them in a slow kiss. My head dropped back as he rolled over me, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth, while his tongue curled into mine. "I had almost lost you," he pulled away for a little while and looked down into my eyes, "I don't know what I would've done had anything―" "Shhh," I put a hand over his mouth, "I'm here. I'm fine. Your love would never let me die." "Please..." His face registered sorrow for a moment. Holding me tight, he pressed a kiss on my forehead, trailing his lips all the way down to my neck. "Never say that word again," he murmured, "Is that clear?" "Don't spoil the night," I giggled in reply, as his hands explored my fully covered form, tenderly squeezing my small breasts and then tantalizingly running down my waist, feeling the narrow waistband of my panties underneath. Despite myself, I whimpered into the kiss, aware of the sweat beneath my long sleeve skater dress. He placed slow, unhurried kisses along my jaw bone, moving down to my throat and latching on to the skin long enough to leave a mark there. My whimpers came in quick succession as I closed my eyes and felt his mouth against my chest, licking the tip of my cleavage. He had straddled me and his erection pressed against my belly. The man had amazing control. He could make the foreplay last for hours without hurrying to be inside me or coming in his pants. "Undress..." I managed to murmur, my eyes rolling back behind my eyelids, "I'm soaked." He moved up to my face and smiled down at me. "And I thought you're sleepy?" he raised an eyebrow. I fisted his hair in my hands and brushed my nose against his. "You know I don't mind a little loving before sleep," I smiled. He dropped a kiss on my head and got down from bed, as I watched him take off his clothes while humming to himself. Taking a trip had been his idea, coming to this place was mine. But sometimes I still had difficulty believing what a hopeless romantic he was. The dance, the lights, the dinner... and the ring. My eyes travelled to my right hand and I saw the delicate diamond ring sparkling in the low light of the room. I had always thought I'm very progressive and proposals and marriage don't matter to me, but my eyes welled up the moment I saw him going down on his knees. And by the time he finished the speech (which he claimed he had not rehearsed) and popped the question, I had a huge lump in my throat and happy tears streaming down my cheeks. Not because he asked it but because of the way he asked it. He climbed back into bed and faced me. And then we were in each other's arms again, not entirely sure where one person ended and the other began. It wasn't just lips and skin and limbs and hair. It was two people who could never be parted. Because they were the two halves of the whole. Little images from the last six years ran through my head while he undressed me. We had never consciously talked of marriage. But I knew him and his values. Ever since we first got serious about the relationship all those years ago, somewhere deep inside I knew this is what it'd eventually roll into. It hadn't been too pretty in the beginning. I was fragile and he kept busy with the band always. And then he had had to keep our relationship under wraps because of obvious reasons and I never complained even if it broke my heart. Although we had become public years ago, our discretion amazed people. We had always kept our relationship low-key and the engagement too had been covert. But it was magical and I couldn't be happier. "Are you sure about this?" I blurted out, as he snaked an arm around my back and unhooked my bra. "About what?" he smiled imperceptibly, brushing his lips across my cheek. "This... marrying me... Spending your life with someone like me..." "Explain 'someone like me.'" I looked up at him through lowered lashes, and I was sure he could see the tinge of shame in my eyes. It was true that he and my brother were best friends and that's how I first heard about him. But it was through his father that we first met. Despite belonging to a business family, his father had studied to be a psychiatrist─ a profession he never pursued. But his knowledge and instinct made him come down to London to help me after I attempted suicide nine years ago, as a sixteen-year-old. Strangely, he was the first person who got to me. He was like the father I never had. And to aid me on my road to healing was his youngest son. From his father, he'd got his maturity, intuition, and understanding and from his business genes, his intelligence and level-headedness. Good-looking, excellent rider and gifted singer― he was the stuff that dreams are made of. And I, on the other hand, was a girl with a horrible past and a terrible life. What was he doing with me? "What?" he asked softly, pulling down my knickers, "Tell me what you're thinking?" "I'm not good enough for you. You're a celebrity. I'm―" "You're my life. The only woman I've ever loved." He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "I've been meaning to tell you from sometime..." he said sheepishly, "I'm sorry about all that I put you through in the early days of our relationship. I was only trying to shield you from unwanted attention." "I think I see that now. But you never cared to explain back then. You were only doing your manager's bidding." "I was, but not entirely. I know I lied that I didn't have a girlfriend, but come to think of it, you were barely out of your teens and you'd gone through terrible things. You were fragile and traumatised and didn't know how to handle attention. If I had gone ahead and made us public, you'd become fodder for gossip and public scrutiny. And it'd be detrimental to your mental and emotional well-being." "So you waited until I was strong enough, huh?" "Yes. Once you started working with the band, I saw you weren't the shy, nervous girl anymore. I figured that you could handle it then." "I could handle it anyway," I shrugged, "I know how to protect my privacy." He smiled tenderly, his shoulders drooping. He knew there was no point trying to make me see reason. "I was proud to be your girlfriend," I said sadly, crawling closer on to his lap, "But I thought you were hiding our relationship because you were ashamed of me." "You couldn't be more mistaken, love," he removed several strands of hair from my face and rested his forehead against mine, "I've always been so proud of you that I wanted to shout it out from the rooftops― that you're mine and I'm the luckiest bloke ever." I finally smiled, allowing myself to relax. He pulled me onto his lap and I held him tight, gently pushing myself onto his erection. I bit my lips and buried my face in his sweaty shoulder while he dropped his head back against the headboard, letting out a low gasp. "I love you, kitten," he breathed, licking up my neck all the way to my face. And then he captured my lips in a deep, seeking kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing down slow and hard, our breaths coming in short, quick pants. He held me tight against his chest, planting small but passionate kisses along my neck and shoulderblades. I moaned and sank my fingers into his flesh with every thrust, the growing fullness extending to my very soul, infusing me with new life. The rocking grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew me closer to him with every motion. I felt soft bites and sucks on my skin, my breasts rubbing against his chest. Big hands fondled my arse, pulling me that impossible bit onto him. My moans came continuously, reiterating my needs. It wasn't going to take long at all. The neat sheets were now rumpled all around our tangled bodies, moving quicker now. My breath was coming in gasps and soft mewls, interspersed with pleas. He was murmuring terms of endearments to me in a raspy voice, closer to a moan than actual speech, as my hands held him firmly. And then I gasped, my spine arching. "Oh!" Tears formed in my eyes as the pressure intensified, growing and gathering inside me like a huge storm cloud ready to explode and drench the whole city. The sharp pain of pleasure hurled me into sweet oblivion and I tried to bite back my tears, clinging to his wet body. But it was too late. I found warm tears running down my face as I moaned and whimpered and cried against his shoulder, my body slick and trembling. He was all I'd ever need. The numbness of the aftermath wore off while he lay us down so he was on top of me. He ground slowly at first but it wasn't enough. His strokes soon became more vigorous, and he repeatedly withdrew to the brim then ploughed back in with the force of his desire. Tension thickened and he thrust with reckless abandon. Laboured breathing, urgent whimpers and heartfelt pleas filled the silence of the room like a choir fills a cathedral. His body suddenly tensed and his head snapped back in preparation. A deep primitive growl, and I felt his seed eject into my womb. The coil of need tightened within me one more time and I sobbed and shuddered as I came once again. At once we were falling, or maybe we were flying. Who knew? Our voices mixed our names together in the still night, hanging in the air of the room. Our breath was one, as was our motion. Together, we were whole. He cooed and held me in his protective arms as we came down from our high, innocent pecks and nibbles of fulfilment marking the moment. His gentle, affectionate kiss to my forehead opened my eyes. We smiled at each other, once more awed by the healing power of love and lovemaking. He rolled over onto his back, his arm wrapping around me to draw me against his side. I snuggled closer and sprawled against his chest, my damp hair fallen across the bed. Gratified sighs and sweet kisses followed, sealing our sharing, then leading us into tranquillity. "I love you," I whispered, "There's no way tonight could've been more perfect." He exhaled deeply, tightening his arm around my sweat-slick body. "There's no way my life could've been more perfect than it already is with you," he murmured sleepily, "And I love you so much." He returned a listless kiss before allowing himself to plunge into the abyss of contentment. I wrapped my arm around him and hid my face in the crook of his neck. As sleep overpowered my eyes, a thought crossed my mind and I smiled to myself. The young lad I had met nine years ago was now my fiancé. My soon-to-be husband. I was the luckiest girl in the universe.