/Samantha/
I attempted to get up off of his bed when it appeared as though he had finally finished packing everything, but he shook his head and put his hand on my shoulder. He then said, "No." "No way, Samantha bear. "If this is the last time I'm in this room then I'm so making the most of the bed before we depart," he declared with a sneer as he moved closer to me, his face coming within inches of mine. "I'm so making the most of the bed before we go."
When I thought about his body, my saliva began to flow, but I couldn't talk about it just yet since I needed to make sure that he was entirely okay first. He planted a powerful kiss on my lips before drawing closer to me, leaving me no choice but to roll over onto my back on the bed. As he slid down on top of me and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth, he flashed a smirk against my lips. The kiss was so wonderful that it gave the impression that my toes were turning in toward each other.
I moaned into his mouth as his hand slid down my body and gripped my thigh. He then moved my leg so that it wrapped around his body, and I continued to moan into his mouth. I had an instantaneous fear that I might damage him and swiftly backed away from the situation.
H let out a groan before burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Samantha," he whimpered after her.
I apologized to him while stroking the back of his head. I just…..Henry, it's just……" I murmured.
He heaved a sigh and gave me a light kiss on the neck before saying, "Yeah, I know."
I buried my palm in the nape of his neck and clenched my teeth. "I just need some time to think about it," she said. For the sake of safety. Sincerely, I apologised for my mistake. I sincerely apologized; the entire predicament was entirely my own, and it was possible that rather than assisting him, I was making things worse for him. It's possible that I ought to just give him what he wants since, to tell the truth, I wanted it too.
"There is no need for you to apologize, Samantha bear. He leaned in closer to kiss me once more and said, "I know what you're thinking about, and it's okay." After he had slid off of me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him. I immediately transferred my weight onto my hands and knees in order to avoid hurting him.
He laughed as he ran his hands down my back and grabbed hold of my behind before bringing me down onto him. "I am aware that you are concerned about injuring me, but I believe that taking this position would be very beneficial. He teased me by moving his eyebrows up and down while making the statement "I could just lie back and let you do all the work."
I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly as I said, "Henry......just a little longer. Please?” I pleaded with him, I needed him to stop doing this to me because every time he did it, my will to refuse him weakened a little bit more. I needed him to stop.
He flashed that adorable grin of his that I couldn't get enough of, and then he nodded. As a means of shifting the conversation's focus, he asked, "Know what I truly dreamt about last night?"
I got closer to him by lowering myself down on him even farther, but I was still being careful. "What child is this?"
He gave me a friendly smile and tucked some of my hair behind my ear before running his fingertips lightly across my cheek. This caused the areas of my skin that he touched to tingle. "We were in Vegas like I mentioned, but we'd just been married again."
I gave a grin and asked, "Did we?" I inquired as the pounding of my heart began all over again in my chest. Henry always seemed to change the subject whenever I brought up the possibility of us getting married again, so I didn't think he had any interest in doing so. Perhaps he felt as though time was running out, or perhaps he was secretly relieved that we did not get married at such a young age.
He smiled, leaned in, and planted a peck on the bridge of my nose. "Yes, and the white outfit you were wearing made you appear really stunning."
I took a deep breath and then asked, "Is he ready to talk about it now?" "When I asked you to marry me again, I didn't expect you'd say yes..."
He scowled and looked at me as if I were completely insane. "Samantha are you kidding me? Because you are the one and only love of my life, it goes without saying that I want to remarry you. I simply wanted to make sure that you were comfortable being bound to someone like me before we started talking about it, so I wanted to wait a little bit before we started talking about it.
Someone like him? He imagined that he was doing this for me once more, didn't he? Did he truly not realize how much I loved him even after all this time? "Why on earth wouldn't I want to get married to the most wonderful boy in the entire universe?" I inquired while leaving a path of tiny kisses along the line of his jaw, which caused his hands to tighten their grip on my hips.
I could feel how eager he was, and it made me feel horrible all over again. He muttered breathlessly and pulled on my ass again, so I pressed harder against his crotch. He continued to tug on my ass. Given that he was a male and that he had gone eight weeks without receiving any form of physical attention, this was very likely killing him.
"I was wondering, Samantha bear...," the question begins. He eventually stopped talking as I delicately nibbled his chin.
"What are you wondering, Henry?" I hushed while licking the edge of the rim of his ear.
He moaned, "Samantha, I can't concentrate while you're doing that!" He was having trouble focusing because of what she was doing. I gave him a knowing look, laughed, and then moved slightly away from him while maintaining eye contact and nodding for him to continue.
As he took my left hand and wrapped my engagement ring around my finger, he took a deep breath and appeared to be experiencing some anxiety. Because, legally speaking, we weren't married, I wasn't wearing my wedding ring anymore; in fact, I'd removed it and was now wearing it as a pendant on one of my necklaces. However, Henry was adamant about not removing it.
Samantha, I know I've already asked you once before, and you said yes, but things have changed a little since then...." "Samantha, I know I've already asked you once before, and you said yes." I gulped loudly as I contemplated whether or not he was going to say what I believed he was going to say. "...But there is nothing in this entire world that can compare to how much I love you. I promise that my love for you will never end, and I was wondering if you would be willing to do me the honor of getting married to me......again.
I felt as though a hundred butterflies were taking wing in my stomach, and I found it difficult to breathe. At the same time, a smile spread across my lips. Henry Williams wants to marry me again and I couldn’t be happier about it. The only thing he did was gaze at me with concern, and all of a sudden I realized that I hadn't actually answered his question.
I leaned my head back and gave him a gentle kiss, taking pleasure in the sensation of his lips against mine. It just seemed like kissing Henry would fix everything that was wrong with the world. Because the most incredible boy loved me and desired me, I felt like the luckiest and most special girl in the world when his lips were against mine. I also felt like I was the most special girl in the world. Almost instantly, he kissed me back, entwining his fingers in the back of my hair and drawing me closer to him as if it were physically impossible.
We were both a touch out of breath by the time I pulled away from the scene. I made direct eye contact with him, smiled, and said, "Of course I'll marry you again, Henry." Even though he was completely unaware of the depth of my affection for him and the fact that I would go to any lengths for him, he was still concerned that I may change my mind. It's possible that he'd lost his mind or something.
He laughed and smiled as he ran his hand down my back while doing so. "Thank you Samantha bear. You won't be sorry that you married me because I'm going to be a wonderful husband.
I whispered into his ear, "I know what kind of a husband you'll be, baby," as I delicately touched my nose against his. I knew from my own experience that he would make the most wonderful husband in the history of the world.
Henry's POV
I couldn't be happier if I tried; not only was the girl of my dreams sitting on top of me, but she had just given her consent for us to get married once more. There is absolutely nothing that could make this moment any better. I made my way down her back with my hand until I reached the waistband of her jeans and stopped. Scratch that, we might as well be na**d because that would make the most of this occasion!
She gently stroked my face and asked, "Baby, are you ready to go?" as she asked me the question.
I gave a slight nod and expressed that I couldn't wait to move away from this location. It had been six weeks since I'd been here, and despite the fact that it was a wonderful place, I just needed to get out, be with my girl in places we were both familiar with, and begin the process of moving on from this and looking to the future.
I resisted the urge to pull her back down on top of me again, as I had missed her like crazy the night before, just as I had done every night since she first left when I was in the hospital. She smiled and pushed herself off of me. She had missed me terribly since she had left me when I was in the hospital. For some reason, being around Samantha made me feel at ease, and I couldn't get enough of her time or attention.
She extended her hand to me, and I grabbed it, allowing her to assist me in rising from the bed and standing on my own two feet. I detested the fact that I was in a position where I required assistance with things, but I suppose there was nothing I could do about it. I had no choice but to come to terms with the fact that, until everything was back to normal, there would be some little details that would need to be adjusted. Every day, my body was becoming stronger, and if I kept up the same level of training that I had been, then everything would be back to normal in a few months.