By the time we went to sleep that night, I felt drained to the point that I thought I might need a day or two off from sex, even with the greatest partner imaginable, my cousin and fiancΓ©, Cheryl. Smart, beautiful, sexy, sensual and loving. And that small list didn't come close to describing how wonderful she was (and still is to this day). I was madly in love with her, which kind of brought us to the morning after. You know, after we'd engaged in a foursome with our roommates, a German married couple named Gabi and Heinrich who shared the apartment we were in during this semester in Paris, where I was going to school as part of my BS/Masters program through Princeton. The night before we had sex with them, and then they suggested we come with them tonight to a sex club nearby, a kind of anything goes atmosphere. We told them we needed to talk it over, but might not even have an answer for them for this week.
So we were lying in bed this Saturday morning, kind of talking about talking about it. More like talking around it, really. We had gone where we never thought we would, having sex with another couple, not just once, but twice now. Did we really want to kick things up another level? What would it mean for our relationship? We weren't due to get married for a year and a half yet. We had only done the barest preparations so far for that day, the Saturday after I graduated with my combined degree in physics.
We talked back and forth, pros and cons, for almost an hour. We knew we didn't have to have an answer today, but we felt like we wanted this decided.
"Robbie", Cheryl said, sitting up in bed and facing me, beautifully bare breasted, "I feel like I want to give you the final answer. While I never did anything like this, I do have a lot more experience sexually than you do. Although, we've kind of caught up together" she said with a shy smile. "I want to make you happy, with whatever will please you. No tricks. If you want to do this, I promise, there will be no anger or bitterness on my part."
I looked back at my love. She was right, she did have a lot more experience than I did, since she was nine years older than I was. I was an 18 year old virgin when we started being much more than cousins. We had shared so much, and I learned so many things about pleasing my partner and myself. But aside from the two nights we had sex with Gabi and Heinrich, Cheryl had been the only woman I ever slept with. And now she was giving me the opportunity to possibly do anything in my wildest fantasies, no jealousy. It was such a great opportunity. How could I say no?
"Honey," I replied "thank you for saying that. I'd love to try this...if I wasn't with the woman of my dreams. But I am with that woman, whom I love more than my own life. So if you really want to leave it up to me, I'm going to say no. We did what we did with Gabi and Heinrich, and I have no regrets, but that's as far as I want to take this. I don't even think we should engage with them again. I want you, my love, and only you. No other women for me, ever again. Unless you feel you need to keep exploring."
Cheryl looked at me with love just printed on her face. "Robbie, I'm so glad you feel that way. I would have done it for you, but honestly, I don't want anyone else ever again either. You're all the man I will ever need in my life. I love you so much, it hurts when we're apart. Even for a few hours."
"Same here, honey. I hate being apart from you." I crawled across the bed to her and took Cheryl in my arms for one of the biggest kisses we ever shared. Her body felt like heaven next to mine, the way her breasts rubbed on my chest and the hairs on my chest tickled us both. "I'm so happy with you, and no one else could even come close."
"Robbie" she whispered in between countless smaller kisses, "make love to me right now."
"We haven't even brushed our teeth yet."
"I don't care, baby. I just want you here and now. I don't want anything to break this perfect moment."
So I gently rolled Cheryl onto her back, the sheets of the bed tangled with our bodies as we took our time. Our bodies slid against and caressed each other. My hand went to the underside of her thigh as she pulled that leg back, something that always set her on fire. Her fingernails trailed down my spine from my neck to my tailbone, something that always got me just as hot. Our moans and movements became passionate and then desperate. We needed each other in the best and worst way imaginable.
Cheryl's legs went wide apart, creating an inviting space for me. Her knees pulled back and I pressed the head of my cock right to the soft entrance to her soul. "Don't tease me, Robbie" she moaned under me. "Just get inside me, baby. I want to be one with you."
I kissed her lips softly before I entered. "Baby, we are one. We'll always be one. Even if we're a thousand miles apart for some reason, we'll always, always be one together." And I slid into her, slow, sweet, loving. Cheryl gasped softly and I felt this wonderful, overwhelming warmth come over me. Not like a suffocating warmth, but a cozy warmth, like being near a fire on a cold night. Her arms went around my neck and her legs encircled my back, while I let my hands rest softly on the cheeks of her butt. I stretched out with my legs apart so I could move with complete control. "Robbie, my love, you are my soul. We should get married. Here, in Paris. The most romantic city in the world."
I held still inside my love. My penis was surrounded inside Cheryl and she gently squeezed me. I stared down into those big brown eyes. "Are you sure, honey? I thought you wanted to wait until I graduated."
"We can do it then, too, a real Jewish big wedding. But I don't want to wait another year and a half to be your wife. I want to do it as soon as possible. We have our passports and our birth certificates. We can do this, this week. Say yes. Say you want to be my husband."
We were very still, breathing a little fast, but otherwise very relaxed, and joined as only two people in love could be. "I want to be your husband, and I want you to be my wife. I've wanted that more than almost anything since we became lovers. I can't think of a more romantic place than here. Maybe in the Luxembourg Gardens? Might take a little longer, there might be a waiting list."
"As long as it's not too long a wait. I want to do this. More than anything. Now kiss me, you big, lovely, wonderful dope, and lets cum together."
I kissed her, those tender lips so warm and sweet, and we moved now, slowly, her pussy wrapped around my cock like a sleeve. My buttocks rose and fell, and each stroke was its own bliss. Cheryl's hips were moving in time with my own. This was as tender as we'd ever made love, and I had tears in my eyes.
"What's wrong, baby?" she whispered.
"Not a thing. Everything is perfect. You're perfect."
"Stop, I am not perfect" Cheryl protested.
"You are for me. That's all that matters."
She caressed my cheek and I kissed her palm. We built up our passion, both gasping as we approached a wonderful climax. Finally I buried my cock inside her and I twitched as I let loose a small flood of my love into Cheryl's sweet home, and she climaxed as well, not a screaming orgasm, but a gentle, clinging mutual orgasm. It was perfect. The small kisses we shared then were also perfect. It was that kind of moment in time.
After we took our time coming back to earth, we just held each other. We realized, however, we both still really needed a shower from last night. We were a bit rank. We showered together (Gabi and Heinrich were out and about) and then made some breakfast. We were ravenous from our exertions and the now late hour, past noon.
Now that we were alone and not embraced in passion, I said to Cheryl "Honey, were you really serious before, that we should get married as soon as possible?"
"Very. This long engagement, almost 2 years already, is insane. I know, we're together regardless, here or back in Jersey. We're crazy in love. But...I want to be your wife, Robbie. I wasn't kidding; I want it more than anything." She sat next to me and held my hand. "I want to be married to you, baby. For the rest of our lives. To have and to hold and all that stuff. As I said, I want the big Jewish wedding, or the moderate Jewish wedding, since this is my second. I want the Rabbi and the chuppah (A canopy under which Jewish weddings are performed). So either we go as planned with that wedding at home, but we move it up to as soon as we can, or we get married here, and we can wait to do the fancy wedding. But I want this, Robbie. It's important to me."
Cheryl looked at me with those eyes, eyes that told me this was something she really did need. "Cheryl, my love, I would love to get married to you here, in the Luxembourg Gardens if possible. I want what you want. But do you mind if I ask why the change? It was your idea to wait until graduation."