Tripping

Chapter 4: Mia's POV

Mia

"Mia Evans, it's always been you, from the moment I saw you I knew you owned my heart, would you make me the happiest guy ever and marry me?"

Doesn't he know I'm a sensitive bitch and I'm about to cry a pool of tears? Even though we are already in a pool it's about to be filled with my tears.

I see Nate's expression change. Shit. It's my turn to say something and I'm just sitting here, no swimming here, no floating, I'm floating. With Nate I'm always floating, that's what it feels like, he always makes me feel like I'm floating because when I'm with him there's really nowhere else I would rather be.

"Yes," I finally croak out between tears.

Nate gives me his bright perfect toothy smile, grabs the ring from the box and I bring out my left hand expecting him to set it on my finger. But just before he does I catch sight of the little engraving inside the band of the beautiful ring, the band has little diamonds all around it and a huge cushion-cut diamond on top. Only you. That's when the pool of tears begin. I sob and sob and he doesn't even question me because he knows, he just holds me and lets me cry, whispering how much he loves me.

He does quick work of putting the ring on my finger and kissing me hard and I just slump into him turning into complete puddy. Until I hear the first crack of fireworks behind me. I pull away from our kiss to turn around and look at the fireworks. I can't even speak yet there's so much I want to say to him and I know he has so much more to say to me. But I just swim to the ledge of our pool and look out to the fireworks that are going off continuously. Perfect. Everything is so perfect.

Nate swims over to me and wraps his big forearms around my shoulders and I place my hands on them making them look so tiny around his arms. But this time when I look down I don't look down to look at his tattoos like I usually do when he does this to me, I look down to get a good look at the ring. And of course, I tear up again, I don't even know if I stopped crying, to be honest. The proposal, the ring, the fireworks, it's all too much. He could have wrapped a dandelion around my finger and asked me to marry him and I would be content, but this is nice too. He always knows what I love.

"So, chocolate-covered strawberry time?" Nate breaks our silence as we watch the fireworks.

He just always knows.

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"Don't stop Mia," Nate groans out.

After our first round in the pool. Yes, the pool. I am so sorry, pool cleaners of Iremía Villas. But how could we stop ourselves? When Nate caught me staring at my ring for a little too long he basically pounced on me. I can't complain, I mean if you are complaining about your fiancé giving you multiple orgasms he must not be doing it right. I also think he was trying to stake some claim since I was topless before and he said something about perverts watching us through binoculars. He said if they are going to watch they may as well see I'm taken. One look at his fully hardened cock straining his sexy swim trunks I got him and I couldn't even object.

Now here we are at 3 am, 4 am, I don't even know. I couldn't tell you, but I'm reaching the point where I might object to the next orgasm, I seriously think my body cannot handle another one after this. But the look on Nate's face currently as I'm riding him makes me keep going. Eyes shut, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted. He opens his eyes probably feeling my stare on him and makes eye contact with me. That's when I let out a loud moan to mix with his groans.

"Nate, I'm going to come," I tell him.

"You feel so good Mia, I can't wait to do this with you forever," he says as he tightens his grip on my hips and starts moving upwards at a new, harsher pace, which sends me right over the cliff I was practically already falling over.