Chapter 8

For several seconds I just stared at the ring and around the room the silence started giving way to whispers. I looked at David and he looked even more nervous than when he asked if I would accept him as his mate! Marriage wasn’t something I ever considered, and I was stunned that he would ask in front of so many people! However, after the surprise wore off I realized it made sense that marriage would be important to David, and him having the dedication to declare his love to me in front of a crowd was actually very sweet. Despite the initial shock I didn’t even have to think about my answer, as it was obvious from the moment I realized what he was doing. I lowered my hands from my face and smiled.

“Yes, David. I do wish to be your wife. I wish that very much,” David sprouted a wide grin and he stood up. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger. Surprising me yet again, he gently pulled my face to his and kissed me. Quite a few gasps and a couple of groans could be heard from around the restaurant, but neither one of us paid them any attention. A few seconds later we pulled away at the sound of clapping. Looking around there was an elderly interracial couple applauding with big smiles on their faces! After a minute another person started clapping, then another, until it seemed like around half the restaurant was applauding! The remaining patrons were wearing various looks of unease and disgust, though that wasn’t very surprising.

After a minute the applause died down and we once again took our seats. David was beaming at me from across the table, and after a few moments a worrisome thought came to my mind.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing my shift in mood.

“I’m just curious as to how my father is going to react.” David’s smile came back, somehow even wider!

“I talked to him when we went to go see him. He actually agreed to walk you down the aisle.” My mouth fell open in complete shock.

“How did you manage ... that?”

“I guess I made a pretty good impression, but it was probably more because he didn’t want to lose you again.” That was a bit of a sobering thought. “He said as much after you got in the truck.”

“I see.” He reached out and took my hand.

“And that’s ok. If he’s willing to put up with me because he loves you, then I’ll call that a win!” I let out a small giggle.

“I suppose that’s true.”

At that time our waitress brought our bill. As David was getting his wallet out she kept glancing between us incredulously, but said nothing. Shortly afterward our meal had been paid for and we were leaving. As we did so there were more whispers that were hushed as we walked by, but I honestly didn’t care much. I wasn’t going to let our evening be ruined by the opinions of people that we weren’t likely to see ever again.

On the way home I couldn’t stop looking at and fiddling with my ring. I’d never held a diamond before and couldn’t help marveling at how it sparkled in the light of the street lamps as they passed by. When I said ‘yes’ it was mostly for David, as I had considered being mated to be enough. However, the more I thought about the prospect of marriage, the more excited I became! David was to be my husband, and I was to be his wife! I presumed that we were even going to have a wedding! Once in a while I glanced at David, and on the occasions that our eyes met be both broke out into happy giggles. By the time we’d made it home I was positively giddy!

This kept up until we arrived at home, and as we exited the truck David took my arm in his. We made our way to the apartment arm-in-arm and all smiles the whole time, heedless of whomever might be watching.

When we got inside David took his hands in mine and we just stared into each other’s eyes. The love and joy that was written on his face made my heart swell, and after a minute he closed the distance. He reached out and caressed up my cheek and down my neck before guiding my face to his, where our mismatched lips met softly. Our tongues lightly teased one another in a lovely dance with neither trying to overpower the other. There was no urgency in our kiss, just a tender, intimate bliss that we were content to let linger for some time.

Several wonderful minutes passed before David pulled away with a big smile on his face.

“You really do look gorgeous,” he whispered and a happiness swelled in me.

“Thank you, darling.”

“Turn around for a second,” he said and I did so. I felt him tugging my dress as it was unzipped. He slid the shoulder straps to the sides and guided it down my body, pulling my panties down with it. For a moment I thought about our first night together and how I could barely stand I was so nervous! However, as David undressed me I didn’t feel any embarrassment or apprehension as I did then. I was excited for our imminent tryst for sure, but I took a moment marveling at the easy comfort we’d developed with each other. When David had gotten my clothes all the way down to the floor I stepped out of them and he carefully draped the dress over my armchair with that smile still plastered on his face.

He wordlessly guided me to the couch and had me sit down. I was pretty sure I knew what he was up to, and my suspicions were confirmed when he placed a pillow on the floor in front of me and knelt down. I slouched back and spread my knees, welcoming him to my most intimate place, and upon doing so he lowered his head between my legs without hesitation.

I let out a low moan of contentment as he slowly, but deliberately licked from the base of my slit to my clit. When his tongue finished its journey through my fold he started another one. Like our earlier kissing, there was no rush, no hurry. He was taking his time as if savoring me, which he probably was, and I delighted in every second of it. Gradually, he probed his tongue deeper inside of me with every swipe until it was dipping as far in as it went. I’d long since started squirming, and I’d began letting out a near constant whimper as the pleasure mounted. After several minutes of that rapture he stopped licking so deep, leaving me feeling slightly empty and disappointed for a second, but only moments later the probing of his tongue was replaced by something deeper.

He pressed two of his fingers inside of me, curling them upwards. He targeted my pleasure spots with a practiced ease as he focused his mouth and tongue on my clit. The new stimulation turned my light whimpers into loud moans as even more pleasure welled up in my core!

As incredible as David’s ministrations were, that wasn’t how I wanted to spend my first orgasm of the night, and with a truly Herculean effort I gently pushed his head away.