His Soft Spot

{Forty Four}

"I want to marry you so bad that if you want... we can get married right now."

It felt different this time. I was sideways, a arm draped over his bare torso, my head on his chest, which was rising and falling from his shallow breaths. I had a leg bent over his leg, gluing me to his body.

His fingers carefully brushed my hair away from my face, that had slipped out of my sloppy low pull through bun. I opened my eyes, blinking slowly a few times, a smile spreading across my face.

His lips pressed against my forehead, I then tilted my head back a little more and this time he kissed me on my lips. When pulling back, our lips lingered a little.

His arms tightened around my waist, pushing me closer to his warm body. I began to trace over his abs with the tip of my finger, going over every crease and dip. It's very calming and therapeutic really. I think he also liked it too.

I turned my body over to lay on my stomach, sitting myself up on my forearms, he kissed my lips again as this time I pushed his bed hair out of his eyes so I could see in them.

My hand slid down to cup the side of his face. My gaze shifted to my ring ringer where the most perfect price of jewelry sat. My wedding ring.

It didn't feel different this morning. It was different.

Because this morning I'm waking up in my husbands arms.

"What?" I whispered, locking my eyes back with Dante's. His were roaming over my face just seconds before. "Do I have drool on me?"

"You make me the happiest I've ever been." He whispered. He laid his head back onto the pillow and took a deep breath. My smile only grew. He said it to relaxed it's even better

"Of course I do. I'm a delight." I joked and he chuckled. I pushed off my forearms and sat up, moving over to his body again and straddling his bare torso, my naked body back against his again. His hands rubbed up and down on my waist. I reached forward, grabbing the black buttoned up long sleeved shirt and put it on, only doing up a few buttons.

He cursed under his breath, sitting up just a little but I still stayed on top of him. "You're so beautiful." He said in awe. I leaned forward, kissing him sweetly, putting my arms around his shoulders. "So beautiful." He murmured in between kisses. His hands squeezed onto my ass, I giggled and pulled my head back from him.

"You are very very very pretty too. Very." I said with a smile. I shuffled off him and sprawled out in my back, tiredly moaning even though it was already 12.

Dante pushed the blankets off of him, he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on,  then went over to my bag and pulled out some clothes for me to wear. He grabbed onto my legs and pulled me to the side of the bed. I love when he does that.

"Does that hurt baby?" He asked, pressing down on my inner thighs, I shook my head no while looking up at him. My thighs were covered in hickeys. Like they were everywhere. He rubbing his thumb against my skin as he reached for my bra, I closed my eyes and pushed my head back into the mattress and moaned. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and pulled on my bra. "It would help if you work with me instead of just laying limp."

"I like this." I whispered and put my arms up, he put on my white shirt, then reached for my panties and slid them up my legs. He then slid on my sweatpants. "Much easier."