𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

☾ 𝕿𝖊𝖓 ☽

𝙁𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭

She huffs on top of me, her lower body pressing against mine, causing me to groan into her mouth as a particular thrust stimulates my crotch.

My hand slips underneath her sweats and panties, frantically rubbing her clit, earning a small breathy moan out of her. She rolls his head back, and I sit up to latch my mouth on her exposed neck. Her breaths stammer as my hand snakes toward her soaking entrance, pressing the pads of my fingers against her. They are almost in, all I have to do is make her relax in my arms, and then...

Three thunderous pounds cause us to snap our heads toward the front door, which is just a few feet away from us on the couch.

"Is it them?" Francine asks in a hushed tone as she covers herself with the blanket that was initially resting on the floor after we dropped it from the couch.

"I think so," I say in the same low octave as her while sitting up, guiding her off me, and obtaining our shirts from the carpet.

I quickly dress, make my way to the front door, and receive the two older individuals from the other side.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips as the cold air of the evening brushes against my damp skin.

. . .

As Francine's parents situate themselves at the dining table, more knocks erupt from the door. I open it and I am instantly pulled into my father's firm, bulky arms. His beard scratches my cheek as he speaks into my ear. "I missed you, son. I'm sorry we haven't been able to visit you often. We've been quite busy." He draws away from me, eyeing my mother in the process. She slaps his arm, receiving me into her arms next. Her arms are more delicate and welcoming.

"Don't listen to him, we haven't been busy at all," she pulls back to peck my cheek. "Regardless, we still missed you." She flashes me a warm smile, her hands on both sides of my face as she looks me in the eyes.

I motion them to the dining room, and they instantly wrap their arms around Francine when they see her peek out of the kitchen. My mother pinches her cheeks, planting several kisses around her face, and then, my father yields quite the opposite. He just renders her a hug with a brisk pat on the back.

Francine eyes me as I grin widely, shooting me a glare that I know will cost me something tonight—but it'll most likely result in her wholly submitting to me.

Once everyone was settled at the table, they began speaking on the subject of our engagement.

It prompts me to grab ahold of Francine's hand and stare at the diamond ring for the millionth time this month. Francine rolls her eyes, due to her growing tiredness of my fondness for the ring. But it isn't just the ring itself that attracts me to it. It's that fact that I am married to this woman.

Never in my younger years, would I have imagined getting married to my best friend—who I had an immense crush on. I believed it would remain that way for several years until I would encounter someone who would take those feelings and have them for themselves.

However, during that one night in particular, when Francine's curiosity got the best of her and resulted in my confession being brought out to the light, I received the opportunity to show her how much she means to me, and how badly I want to spend the rest of my life with her. And thankfully, Francine allowed me to have her heart and even her hand in marriage.

I owe it all to that one night.

☾ JOHN, PASS ME THE TISSUES RN 🤧 ☽