Good Enough(39)

“What do you want?” He asked.

“More. I want more. I need more.” I panted.

His eyes blazed with fire. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripping the package open and rolling it on to his rock hard erection. I couldn’t help myself but stare at all of the glory in front of me. He grinned as he caught me staring. Lowering himself in to his elbows, I wrapped my legs around him and with one slow push he buried himself inside me. His hips started rocking, his strong hands everywhere, massaging my breasts, grabbing my ass, gripping my jaw to pull my mouth open to suck on a finger tasting myself where he had been just a few moments earlier. I could feel the fire starting to rise in me. Jameson was moving faster, his breathing following the same pattern. My breaths were coming fast and short. I knew my orgasm was approaching.

“God Hillary! You feel so good!”

“Yes, Jameson! Yes! Harder!”

His thrusting went harder and faster just like I pleaded. It took my breath away. I swear I saw stars. He cupped my ass and groaned like a lion with renewed vigor. It was like the Fourth of July, fireworks exploding high in to the sky. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. Jameson was holding on to me tight, gently biting down on my left shoulder coming down from his release.





WE SPENT MOST OF THE DAY SHOPPING at the Settler’s Green Outlet Village. I think we went in to almost every single store. They have so much to choose from. Nike, Claire’s, GAP, Tommy Hilfiger, Levi’s, PacSun, Yankee Candle, Wilson’s Leather and so many more I lost count. The weather couldn’t have been better if I planned it myself. There was a chill in the air but the sky was clear and the sun was shining bright. We were both sporting our new sunglasses that we had bought at the Sunglass Hut in the outlets too. I think we looked like a pretty awesome couple.

As we strolled around the outlets we talked about other places we might like to see and visit during our stay. I had mentioned possibly driving in to Portland, Maine to visit the small local shops. Jameson mentioned anything ski related but most of all we wanted to see the sites and enjoy the breathtaking views of the mountains. I think we’ll get a lot of that on the Kancamagus Highway.

After a perfect day of shopping, site seeing, fresh air, hand holding and stolen kisses we found ourselves back in our room getting ready for dinner. Jameson said he had the perfect choice for tonight.

While I was still in the bathroom fixing my hair and makeup Jameson poked his head in and said he was going downstairs to smoke a cigarette and would be back shortly. That was almost twenty minutes ago. Not only was I getting worried but I also wanted to go outside and smoke a cigarette too but I was afraid as I went down the elevator he would be coming up so I just waited, not so patiently.

Checking my purse while sitting on the bed to make sure I have my essentials Jameson finally returns.

“What the hell took you so long?”

“Sorry. I uh… got talking to another guy outside,” he stammers.

I eye him warily. He gives me a lopsided grin and motions with his head toward the window.

“Can you see the mountains? They’re gorgeous today.”

I take a couple steps toward the window.

“What are you talking about? I see the parking lot, you weirdo.”

“Look again. Are you sure?” he asks, while he’s on his hands and knees fumbling around in his clothes drawer.

“Jameson. All that we can see from this view is the parking lot. I don’t know what more you want.” I tell him while closing the curtains.

“Come here and sit down.” He demands back up on his feet.

“What’s wrong? You look serious.”

“Sit down please.”

He takes my hands in his. He looks as pale white as the sheets of the bed I am sitting on right now. I hope he doesn’t say having sex with me is awful. I couldn’t handle news like that. Shit. What could it be?

“Close your eyes.” He tells me.

“No way. You’re going to lick my face or something gross.”

“Hillary, I’m not going to lick your face. Please just close your eyes.”

“Okay, fine.” I comply.

“Now open them.” He says after about seventeen second count I made in my head. Jameson is on one knee in front of me with an open box in his hand with a diamond ring.

“Oh-my-god.” I say, barely audible.

“Hillary Nowal I have been in love with you since the first moment I saw you at Dawn’s Coffee Depot in your red work-smock. I was so amazed by your beauty I literally fell over a fence. You know what else I love about you? I love the way your blue eyes change to grey when you’re upset, so I know to watch what I say. I love how close you are with your grandmother and do everything for her. I love how you love to cook with your dad. I love your hard-ass work ethic. Even though you’ve had a rough time growing up in your teen years with a shitty role model for a mom, you’ve worked hard at becoming who you are and who you want to be. You’re a tough-ass chick who can certainly hold her own. I know you don’t need to be saved. You’ve survived a lot already. I found you and I want to spend the rest of my life appreciating you for exactly who you are. I want to build up your self-esteem that has been pushed down. I want to show you how much I value our relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”