65 Yes, I said that

A week went by and everything has been normal, work, home, life in general has been good. I'm the happiest I think I have ever been. I was content before, but now, I'm honestly happy. This is an amazing feeling, and I growing more attached to feeling this way.

I'm laying in Lance's bed ready to sleep for the night, when he comes walking in from the shower after working out.

"Hey there, my sexy man..." I wink and smile at him, playfully. "Come get in bed, so I use my favorite pillow." I hook a finger and motion him my way, throwing the covers back.

He sighs, smiling, "Well, when you say it like that.." He comes over and jumps on the bed, making me bounce up, laughing.

I snuggle up into the crook of his arm, resting my head on his chest. He kisses my forehead, and stares off into space, with something on his mind, his jaw tightening.

I kiss his chest, trying to draw his attention from his thoughts.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" I ask him.

He snaps to, glancing at me before shaking his head, "Nothing, Lirael."

I frown, my brows pinching at the obvious lie. I sit up and straddle his waist, running my hands up his chest, and through his hair, massaging his scalp and temples as I call him out on it.

"Now, we both know it's not nothing...." I rock my hips against him, seeing if I can get a rise out of him. "Please, if I can help, let me."

Lance smirks, "You are helping me right now, you're rubbing my headache away." He opens one eye up at me, and grips my hips to grind me against him.

"Oh, it's just a headache. I'm sorry." I earnestly begin to massage all over, making him moan.

"Should we go see my mother tomorrow?" Lance asks, and I shrug.

"Why not? You do know she's going to bug us both about that again." I remind him.

Ever since we've been officially dating, his mother has been hinting at us to get engaged. She's been responding well to the new treatments, but she's still not out of the woods yet. Every time we go visit though, she asks to see my hands and eyes my stomach like I should be pregnant. She doesn't touch the subject of grandchildren but I can tell she itching to.

Lance grumbles, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's more than obvious, but if she looks at your stomach for more than five seconds, I swear I'm going to tell her that I have too much fun practicing making babies, to be sharing your womb with one." He takes a nip at my breast through my sleep top, making me yelp.

"Hey," I giggle, "you wouldn't really say that to her, come on now." I wiggle my hips feeling him growing beneath me again.

"No, but I sure am tempted." He reaches for my neck bringing my face down to meet his lips for a sweet and sensuous kiss.

He holds me like that, and then flips me so I'm under him, looking up into his intense eyes. I smile up at him sweetly, encouraging him on with a roll of my hips.

He leans back down and his lips quiver as he kisses me. His hands seem shaky, timid almost. His hesitancy is making my heart beat faster and I can see by the way my breasts bob, he can tell too.

He grinds his hips against me, letting me moan at how hard he already is. He slips me out of my top, kissing each one of my breasts, gently, placing only the lightest of nips on my skin. He sits back and takes my shorts off, letting his eyes feast on my naked body.

He slips out of his shorts, before coming back to kiss me deeply. I go to give his ass a little smack, but his hand catches it and holds it up to his lips, kissing and sucking on the inside of my wrist. He moves his head down my body, licking my slit, parting my lips to suckle on my clit.

I moan, gasping at his skills on my clit that still amaze me. He gets me going, licking and sucking on me, making me lift my hips to meet his tongue, only to pull back and stop.

I look at him in confusion, but he comes up to hover over me, a smile on his lips before he brings them down on mine. He positions himself in between my legs and teases my wet slit with his cock sliding up against it.

"Lance.. I'm going to cum if you keep doing this." I say breathlessly, fighting back the urge to let go and cum before he's even gone inside of me.

He answers me by holding my face between his palms, making my mouth all his with the invasion and exploration of his tongue. He should have me extensively mapped out by now, but he always seems to find a undiscovered nook.

He pushes into me, making me stretch my legs out to accommodate him better. I'm breathing heavily around our kiss, enjoying this sweeter version of sex so far. We don't have sweet sex like this often, but every time we do, it leaves my heart and stomach with butterflies and joy.

He feels amazing moving slowly inside of me. I'm clutching at his back, lifting my hips to meet his thrust, crying out with each wave of pleasure it creates.

I'm getting lightheaded, my body is tensing up into tight knots from my core out, I can barely move.

This is getting overwhelmingly intense....

"Oh, Lirael..." Lance moans my name against my neck.

"Lance..." I can barely form words, but as my body can't reach any higher, my core feeling like I'm about to explode, the words just come out before I finally release.

"Lance,... I love you." I don't even register what I just said as I moan and cry out, Lance's cock thrusting into me like never before, as he presses my legs back by my knees, hammering into me with wide eyes. He gasps, dropping on top of me, his body spasming his release deep inside of me.

We're both catching our breaths, as Lance rolls to the side of me.

"Did you really just say what I think you said?" He asks, looking intensely at me.

I quirk an eyebrow up at him, "What do you mean?"

"You just said, 'Lance, I love you'." He informs me.

Puzzled, I recall the last few minutes and realize he's right.

"Yes, I said that."