This is a re-posting of an earlier story. I have re-edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability.
Tom sat on the edge of the stateroom bed, slowly undressing as he waited for Jenny to return from the head. He was unusually tense for a reason. He had made up his mind, and this was his moment of truth. It wasn't that he had any doubts, but he was entering uncharted waters, and he wasn't quite as sure of himself as he'd like to be.
Jenny opened the door and quietly closed it behind her. She saw the smiling face of Tom but immediately noticed an air of seriousness about him as well. She walked across and sat beside him and put her hand on his and looked at him.
"What?" she asked after a silent moment.
"Jenny ... I ... I've been wondering when ... I mean ... I wasn't sure until now ... no ... that's not right," he stammered, and then stopped cold.
"What are you trying to say, Tom?" she asked with the hint of a smile on her lips.
"Jenny, I ... I've been in love with you since the first day we met," he began. I don't know why or how, but I knew right away you were the girl for me. The last couple of months have just been fabulous, and they were just the proof that I was right," his voice trailed off.
"Jenny, I love you and I want to marry you," he said shakily.
"I'm absolutely sure I love you and I'm absolutely sure I want to marry you ... soon."
The entire time he had been speaking to her, his eyes had not left hers, and he had not blinked.
There was a quiet moment before Jenny spoke.
"What took you so long?" she giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the strength she could muster.
"Yes! ... Yes, Tom! ... Yes, I will marry you," she said in genuine happiness.
They fell back on the bed together and hugged and kissed and looked at each other and smiled and giggled and stroked and nibbled. Finally, Jenny broke their reverie:
"Where's my ring?" she said, poking Tom playfully in the chest.
"I'm a cautious man, Jen. Come with me Monday and you can pick out the one you like. That way you won't be cringing at my bad judgment," he chuckled.
"That could be a pretty expensive decision, you know," she smiled.
"I guess I'll have to trust in your good judgment then, won't I."
That's exactly what husbands are supposed to do, even future ones," she said with an arched eyebrow.
"Then I might as well start now, eh?"
They were quiet again for a while. They continued to look at each other and touch and explore gently their faces and necks and shoulders. It was intensely intimate in its silence.
"When did you know?" he asked quietly.
"Same as you ... that first night. That first magical, wild, reckless, special night," she said seriously.
"Love at first sight!" he smiled.
"It really does happen ... and it happened to us both ... at the same time. Magic," she said in wonder.
"Jenny ... I have a serious question for you," he said, looking intensely at her.
"What?" she searched his face.
"It's about children ... I mean ... more children. You know I love Nikki. The truth is I love kids, period. Would you consider ... having more?" he asked cautiously.
"Oh Tom." she said, tears forming in her eyes. "I would love to have your children. Just don't wait too long. I'm not getting any younger," she smiled through her tears.
"There's just one complication, Jen," he said. "I promised Nikki I would ask her permission if I wanted to marry you. I'll have to talk to her in the morning."
"Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're going to get a very loud, happy yes," she laughed. "But thank you for thinking of her. That moment on the deck tonight was something that I will never forget."
"She's my other special lady," he said.
"Tom ..."
"Hmmm ..."
"Shouldn't we get started on that next child?" she said coquettishly.
"I thought you'd never ask," he grinned, rolling her up completely on the bed and gently pulling the sash on her robe.
He had stripped to his jockey shorts awaiting her return, and she was naked under her robe. He slowly pulled the robe apart revealing her flawless body to the low amber light in the small cabin.
He bent to kiss her and then slowly his mouth moved down the side of her neck to her throat, then shoulders and finally to her breasts. His fingers traced the outline of her areolas while his lips plucked at her nipples, first one, then the other. Jenny's back arched, her eyes were mere slits, and a soft moan passed her lips.
Tom's hand softly stroked her abdomen and then gradually slipped further down to her soft, downy patch and began to slowly and gently rub her slit. Jenny's reaction was building as her hips began to move, first imperceptibly, then lifting and almost rotating rhythmically. His forefinger softly probed her labia and gradually entered her, passing the quickly moistening inner lips and then searching above her much lubricated opening for her clitoris. Jenny's response intensified and her moans became more audible.
"Now Tom ... I'm ready now ... please ... now," she moaned softly.
Tom removed his hand and rolled Jenny on top of him. Her eyes were unfocused and partially closed, and her breathing more irregular. He pushed the front of his jockey shorts down below his scrotum, freeing his stiffening cock and lifted Jenny's hips while she moved her knees forward.
She was poised awaiting his erection, and it was a now familiar act. She would slowly allow herself to be impaled on his rigid organ. It was no surprise to Tom that she chose a slow, erotically stimulating dance toward their mutual climax.
Jenny's entire consciousness was centered on her vagina as she concentrated on moving Tom's thick manhood further and further into her. Tom watched with detachment as Jenny surrendered herself to her erotic desires. He held her hips in his powerful hands and almost imperceptibly began to move his hips upward, increasing the penetration with each stroke and then withdrawing slightly each time. Jenny's head was beside Tom's and she lifted it slightly to kiss him, her fingers laced together across the top of Tom's head.
"Oh Tommy ... I love you ...I love you so much," she mumbled. "Make us a baby, Tommy ... please."
Tom smiled and kissed her cheek and stroked her butt cheeks with his hands as his erection was now almost completely enveloped by her. He began to increase his hip movement and was thrusting more quickly and forcefully into her. Jenny began to react, and her head was moving more erratically.
She was now making whooshing noises as pushed herself against Tom's thrusts. Tom could feel her butt muscles clenching in rhythm as he continued his powerful strokes. Her vaginal muscles were also contracting and heightening Tom's sensual enjoyment. Tom knew that Jenny was beginning to build toward an orgasm while he wasn't there yet.
Jenny began to writhe and Tom once again increased the tempo, then slowly slid a finger above his pulsing member and began to stroke her clit. There was an almost instantaneous reaction from Jenny as she crooned a strange tuneless song ending in another cry as she expressed her orgasm. She shook for a few moments and then her knees collapsed and she slumped under Tom, lying motionless for some time.
Tom stroked her body with his hands and kissed her forehead. Her nose, eyes and lips were buried in the crook of Tom's neck and her breathing had finally slowed to a more normal rate. Tom could feel her eyelashes flicker finally and he knew she was coming back from her "voyage."
After a few minutes, Jenny lifted her head and smiled at her husband-to-be.
"Hi," she said groggily.
