Ian's POV
She said it! Those three words that held so much weight and meaning. "I love you." The air seemed to still, time froze, and my heart soared with an indescribable joy. It was as if the universe had aligned, granting me that moment of pure bliss. The weight of my worries and insecurities melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of contentment and fulfillment.
In that moment, my happiness transcended mere words. It was a symphony of emotions, a kaleidoscope of feelings that danced within me. Elations surged through my veins, intertwining with a profound sense of gratitude. I was grateful for the journey that had led us here, for the obstacles we had overcome, and for the love that had blossomed against all odds. Every fiber of my being was alive, pulsating with an intoxicating mix of passion, tenderness, and devotion. I wanted to make her feel my love in more ways than one tonight. I let the other side of me out. I wanted to hear her beg for me. The ego inside me wanted to make her wait the way she made me wait to hear her say, 'I love you.'
I was happy, but it was more than that. It was a euphoria that transcended happiness, a profound sense of completeness and utter bliss. It was a love that made me feel invincible, as if together we could fight off the sadness of this world. She was my sunshine in the dark, one I was not willing to let go of.
"Ay, Ian, por favor," she whispered, already saying please.
A self-assured grin crept across my face, feeling my ego inflated at the sound of her begging. She was perfect, radiating beauty, as if her golden skin itself were shining. Her body called to me like a puzzle piece that had been missing my entire life. I couldn't help but toy with her a little longer, licking her deliciously soft skin. She tasted like salted caramel, just like her- salty yet sweet.
Finally, releasing her of my torment, I let my fingers pull at the hem of her underwear, undressing her fully. She glistened with her want, only causing my grin to widen, seeing the physical proof of her want. Giving her more than she thought she would get, I began to taste her. Hearing her moans come out stronger as she began to sway over my face.
I stopped short of her orgasm, seeing her frustration. However, I knew now was the perfect time to bury myself deep inside her. I stood, kicking my pants off, never taking my eyes off her. She seemed to squirm with need, ready for me, as she gripped the sheets beside her.
"Tell me about it again," I demanded of her as I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her further.
"Tell you what?" She asked, sounding breathless and full of desire.
"Tell me those three words."
"I love you, Ian." In less than a second, she responded without hesitation.
Her fear of it seemed a distant memory as she stared at me expectantly. Without hesitation, I pushed myself in, feeling her warmth wrap around my shaft. The way she felt could drive a man wild with a constant need to stay buried deep inside her. I waited a second before I began to thrust, hearing her release breathless moans. They built up until she was practically screaming.
"More, fuck. Give me more." She yelled with her fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks as she pushed me further inside her. I was lost inside her, consumed by her desire, willing to do anything she wanted.
I thrust hard and fast until I noticed her orgasm. She was so wet, letting me know she wasn't done. Wanting to at least get another orgasm from her, I tried not to revel in how great she felt. If I dwelled too long on the feeling, I would blow my load before I was ready.
Circling my hips over her, I ran my tongue across her stomach and over her torso. Her chest lifted as pleasure ran through her once more. Those beautiful brown eyes were closed as she focused on the ecstasy I was bringing her. She went stiff as she had yet another orgasm. Her back was highly arched, with sheets fisted in her hands as she let out a squeal. Satisfied with her pleasure, I began to thrust into her faster until I came in the condom I had placed over myself when I took my pants off.
I slid out of her, feeling myself start to grow flaccid already. She laid on the bed utterly exhausted, with her eyes shut and her arm over her forehead. The sight of her spent and glistening between her thighs was enough to almost have my little Stanley standing tall once more.
"Fuck, Hailey. You're too damn beautiful." She let a laugh out, not moving a muscle as I got stuff to clean us off with.
"You're secretly a devil in bed, aren't you?" She asked, getting up and heading for the bathroom. I followed suit, knowing we were about to shower.
"Possibly. You'll find out more and more as we go. I just hope you're accepting of me."
"Should I be worried?" She arched her thick eyebrow at me, making me wink at her as I teased her further.
"Who knows?" I shrugged, hopping into the shower before me.
"Ay, no. You're not getting away that easily."
She laughed as she came in after me, letting me catch her in my arms and pull her close beneath the water. Her eyes gleamed with adoration as she looked up at me. My head shielded her face from the water, allowing her to stare at me deeply. Her bare skin against mine, helped me to feel the beating of her heart- strong and fast. Her hand stretched out, resting over my own.
"I will take care of your heart as long as you take care of mine. You can be however you want to be in bed. Show me all of you if you want. Tell me your fantasies and your kinks. I won't judge you for them. With me no longer hiding from love, I am willing to accept your kinks and all now," she promised me, making this day even better if that were even possible.
"I love you, Hailey. Every inch of you, from your head to your toes, down to your very soul. You're everything to me now, and I don't plan on letting this chance escape me. I hope you're ready, Hailey, because I won't let you go without a fight." I held her face gently, lifting her up to kiss her.
"Are you ready? I've been told I can be a lot to handle. You're getting me as the first person I have fallen in love with. For all we know, I can be batshit crazy jealous any time some girl talks to you." She poked my chest, being her usual silly self.
"So what? Be batshit crazy. Be possessive over me. I will love every second of it."
"If you say so."
We spoke for a while until Hailey fell asleep on my chest, unable to stay up any longer. I always had the best sleep with her in my arms, waking up with a smile as she was still there. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. My mind continuously played Hailey, telling me she loved me over and over again. With every memory, my smile would grow wider until eventually I looked the way I felt- like the happiest man alive.
I stepped out of the bathroom to see Hailey waking up. Her hair looked like a lion's mane, causing me to smile even more at the sight of her. She was absolutely beautiful, even if she looked slightly comical in this moment.
"Don't you look cute?" I teased her, only to see her smile along with me.
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes, but the smile never faded.
"Come here, my little lion." I pulled her close, lifting her from the bed.
"Rawr," she said sarcastically, making me laugh.
"I love you, Hailey. Thank you for letting me be the man you fall in love with."
"Oh, please. It was inevitable. You are too damn perfect."
"Would you just put it in there already?" Hailey asked, causing me to grin playfully.
"That's what she said." The face she gave me was priceless as she slapped my arm a little hard.
"I swear you play too much." She rolled her eyes. "Stick the chicken in the oven already."
"You love me anyway," I sang as I placed the chicken in the oven. Her mom was going to come over today and it seemed Hailey really wanted to impress her. She was trying hard to cook everything, and I was helping her anyway she would let me.
"You're lucky I do." She pointed her knife at me as she spoke before she continued to chop some onions.
"I know I am." I kissed her forehead, grabbing a piece of carrot from her cutting board and popping it in my mouth.
"Come on. We need to stay focused. Everything has to be perfect." She seemed a bit panicked as she chopped a little too aggressively.
"It's going to go great, Hailey. Don't worry, okay?" I massaged her shoulders, trying to get them to at least not be by her ears. She was stressed, causing me to start to feel the same way. Should I be that worried about her mother? I thought her dad was the one I needed to be nervous about. By the way Hailey is acting, it seems I was wrong and her mother is the one to fear.
"I really hope so. She can be so insufferable sometimes." Hailey rolled her eyes, showing her annoyance at her mother. I don't quite understand their relationship, which will probably not help today.
"I will be right by your side," I assured her. Yet, suddenly, I felt myself needing some reassurance. What if her mom hates me? How would that affect Hailey? Does she value her mother's opinion?
"Will you peel the potatoes, please?" She asked, giving me another task to help her plight.
"But of course, my light."
It took a bit, but after about an hour or so, everything was cooked. Hailey was determined to make everything look presentable as she transferred things to beautiful serving dishes I don't think she ever used before. In the midst of transferring her mashed potatoes, the doorbell rang. Her eyes flashed to mine with worry.
"I'll get it. Keep going."
My hand was turning the knob when I heard his voice. Instantly, my body became rigid with anger. I swung the door open, ready to punch him right in the nose for daring to come here. Yet when the door opened, I was greeted by a shorter woman who much resembled Hailey. Her hair was light brown, but just as curly as Hailey's. Her thick brows furrowed over her light brown eyes as she stared at me with curiosity. She was trying to hide it, but not so successfully. Just as I was about to introduce myself, I caught sight of him leaning against the wall across from the door. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked at me as if I were the bane of his existence. Fucking, Juan.