The sun was setting beautifully across Kodiak Island. The clouds rested upon the horizon, the sun seemed to draw them across the water into a pink and orange seduced eternity. Light reflected off the water and stretched toward the shore, illuminating the countless pebbles amongst the sand.
Will leaned against a whitened, weather beaten log that rested only a stone throw away from the growing tide. Rayne was resting between his legs, her back against his chest, staring at the Island across from them and the brilliantly lit waters. However, Will was not looking at the scene before them, the majestic sunset or the shimmering waves; he was looking at something far more beautiful. Rayne.
It was Valentine's Day and their beach was empty. Will chose this spot because it was special to them. He didn't want to take her to an overcrowded and overpriced restaurant only have the perfect cookie-cutter Valentine's Day date.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, resting his chin on her right shoulder so their cheeks could be flush with one another and provide a respite against the nippy air. She took his hand in her own and brought the clutched union into the sleeve of her white college sweatshirt. Her cheek felt impossibly soft against his skin, as soft as it had four years ago when they had first made love, when both of their lives were changed forever.
...Or what Will hoped would be forever. He fingered the outline of a circle through his jean pocket. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked at her; he saw the determination in her eyes, the passion he saw years ago.
"You are so beautiful Rayne." He whispered in her ear, the warm breathe tingling her ear. She smiled and cocked her head so she could kiss him lightly on the lips. She was quiet, she usually was when they were intimate together. It seemed to Will she never got used to the idea of someone being fully and unconditionally in love with her. Words at times like this failed her, where Will was so eloquent, she had to show through loving touches. A simple look from him or even the quickest of touches would steal all of her communication, almost as if she was under a spell. But this powerful sorceress was love.
Will took her left hand in his own and with his free hand, he reached into his jean's pocket. He rested his head on her right shoulder, murmuring into her ear, "Rayne, I love you. You are it for me. You are who I want to be with and love forever, through thick and thin. From now until the end of time, when I wake up, I want you to be next to me. I want you to be by my side when life is as terrifying as it is when I am away from you, when it's so beautiful that the only thing I can compare it to is your smile. I want to be with you Rayne, it's simple." Will slipped the ring on, simple but elegant with a silver band and a little diamond, and kissed her hand, "Will you marry me?"
Rayne shuffled around until she was straddling his lap and threw herself around his chest, embracing him with surprising strength. Her hands clapped either of his cheeks and she kissed him. And then again.
And again.
"Yes! Of course Will, I love you." She ran her hands through his hair as she kissed him fiercely, only breaking off for air.
Will could only feel overwhelming joy. He felt like he cradled his soul mate in his arms and now there was nothing to stop their love, ever.
***
The newly engaged couple could only smile and giggle together on the ride home. They both peered at each other through the corners of there eyes, and then smiled like mischievous juveniles. This was only broken up by quick bouts of kissing, which ended when Will almost halved the car around a tree, which led Rayne into a laugh attack while her fiancé cursed and squeezed his fingers white around the steering wheel.
Rayne's assault began even before the car was turned off in front of their apartment. As Will set the emergency brake, she took his face between her hands and shoved her tongue down his throat, starting a fiery dance in their mouths. He quickly ran out of the car into the rain to the passenger door, flinging it open before swinging his fiancé into arms.
Rayne giggled as her love scooped her out of the car and kissed his neck before nuzzling her head into the pit of his shoulder. Will carried her into the foyer of their new apartment, closing the door behind him with his foot. He let her down gently on the tile, shrouded in the faded light of the rainy evening, caressing her cheeks with one hand while running the other up and down her leg with his lips never leaving her face. Rayne dug her finger nails into his back and began to pull at his clothing.
Will ended up in front of her, pressing Rayne against the wall as she removed his sweater and pulled off his shirt. She began to kiss at the top of his chest, letting the coarse hairs tickle her lip as her left a thin trail of her saliva down his abdomen. All the while, Rayne stared seductively into his eyes, making sure to catch his eyes after each peck and kiss. Her hands cupped his butt and then traced the outline of his waist until finally she reached his pelvis. Her touch then became more deliberate, slow, over the thick fabric of his jeans. She ran her fingers down his inner thighs, sending shockwaves through Will that seemed to run through to tip of his manhood. He wasn't holding still though, he couldn't have... he had to see her. All of her.
Between her ministrations on his body, he removed her sweater and blouse, leaving her only in a black bra that cupped her medium sized breasts. No matter how many times he had made love with her, he still felt an innocent tingle in his fingers every time he touched them. For some reason, he wasn't quite sure why, he felt almost naughty or even virginal as he caressed, rubbed or mauled her. Now, he felt the same tingle as he reached down and cupped her breasts through her lacy bra as her slender fingers undid his jeans and tempted him as she pulled down the zipper slowly.
"Oh Rayne... you can't do this to me..." he moaned and she smiled, knowing she had him just where she wanted him. She pulled down his jeans inch by inch, second by tantalizing second. The bulge in his boxers was undeniable and she took a second to kiss where the tip popped slightly out through the fly. He groaned and instinctively moved to pull her head down further, but her hand smoothly battered his away. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped out of them as she bit the bottom of his boxers. She ran her hand up and down his thigh as she pulled down his last garment with her mouth. Her chin grazed the hairs on his leg and in response he ran his fingers through her hair, down her cheek and turned his hand over so the back of his knuckles glided over the tops of her breasts.
As soon as the boxers were at his ankles, she kissed her way up his leg, but found she couldn't contain her lust anymore. She only kissed her way up to his knee when suddenly, near violently, swallowed the whole of his shaft, which wasn't hard to do.
A swift groan from Will reflected his surprise and the delayed pleasure at her touch. Her hands wrapped around his ass cheeks as he preformed one of her favorite tricks on him. Her soft fingers dug into flesh of his butt, sending a chilling pain up and down his back only remedied by the forcefulness of her swallowing all of him to the pelvic bone; it was the prefect mixture of pain and pleasure. It was all to much for Will as her tongue swathed the tip of his shaft in a lustful fury.
"Oh God Rayne... I'm sorry!" He apologized in an agonizing grunt as he lifted her up and put her back against the wall, lifting her right leg and holding her knee in the crook of his right arm. She laughed and grabbed his penis, rubbing the head for just one second before leading it to her drenched, precious petal-like lips.
He groaned, "You think it's funny? Torturing me like that?"
She smiled and enthusiastically nodded, "Mhm."
