Promises

Mariana

Ethan's hands were already under my shirt, and since I wasn't wearing anything underneath - I considered it a waste of time to put on panties - his hand touched my sex, his fingers taking advantage and touching me at the sensitive spot, something he is expert at doing.

Ethan was only in his boxer briefs and I didn't even notice when he took them off and felt them only when he placed his member at my entrance, just above, without penetrating, but already making me gasp with excitement.

"You know we didn't use anything yesterday, right? "Ethan spoke in my ear, his voice husky with desire.

What was he really talking about? I couldn't remember...

"I know," I confirmed between incessant moans.

Ethan continued to torture me, his member touching me only lightly, then pulling away, leaving me longing to have him inside me.

"Do you really want it that way? "Another incomprehensible question.

"I want you," I answered, so as not to commit myself, "inside me.

I was begging, and he finally granted my request, pushing me down on the bed and penetrating me in a single thrust that left me breathless, such was the pleasure that consumed me at that moment.

"I'm not wearing a condom, and I'm going to come inside your hot pussy," Ethan teased me, "and I'm going to come inside you every time, understand?

"Ah!

The strokes that before were slow and torturous became intense and deeper and deeper, leaving me breathless and with trembling legs, and Ethan held my legs, putting them on his shoulders, which almost made me faint from the pleasure of having him on top of me like that.

"Do you want to?" he asked with a smile full of evil intentions.

"I do," I answered without thinking.

"One baby?" Ethan was teasing me, but I was too overcome with sensation to notice.

"Three," I said, my eyes closed, as Ethan thrust hard.

The pleasure increased in intensity, and soon we were both climaxing together and panting, and Ethan didn't even pull out of me before he got hard again, to start all over again. How was that possible? I don't know, but it felt really good because my channel was extremely lubricated by his enjoyment and mine mixed together.

"Yummy! "Ethan practically hissed as he pumped himself inside me again.

Once again we cuddled after sex, and I was almost asleep when Ethan spoke softly in my ear, giving me goosebumps from the way his breath touched my neck in an arousing way.

"I'll have the three you promised me.

"Three?" I asked a little sleepily.

"Our three children, Mariana," Ethan clarified.

That made me immediately alert.

"Wasn't that the round of sex you were talking about?

"Of course not!" Ethan let out a loud laugh "I was talking about kids, baby.

I had promised you three children? How did that happen? I thought startled.

"And a promise is a debt!

Ethan

Murilo's wedding day was quite eventful, with everyone helping to make everything as perfect as possible. But when the scheduled time came for the bride to enter through the church's central aisle, something seemed to have gone out of control, and Virginia didn't show up.

"Where is she?" Murilo asked for the tenth time.

"Relax, cousin," Aquiles tried to calm him down. "It's normal for brides to be late for the wedding ceremony."

"She wouldn't give up now, would she?" Murilo tried to convince himself, constantly looking towards the church entrance.

"We hope not," Joshua tried to lighten the mood at the altar.

Seeing Murilo in that nervous state, waiting for Virginia to enter, made me worried and anxious as well. I couldn't help but look at Mariana all the time, wondering if she loved me enough to accept marrying me and come to her own ceremony.

But... I hadn't proposed to Mariana yet, and that made me even more nervous because she must be thinking that I didn't have serious intentions with her, which is completely absurd.

I looked at Murilo, now pacing back and forth, and decided I couldn't wait any longer to make my own proposal. So I walked over to where my girlfriend was, on the other side of the altar, with the other bridesmaids, and took her by the wrist, pulling her towards the church sacristy.

"Where are you taking me, Ethan?" Mariana asked, both scared and smiling. "The ceremony is about to start."

"We need to talk," I replied.

I continued walking, and Mariana followed, clearly confused about what I was doing.

"We can talk later, then," she suggested. "After the party..."

"I can't wait any longer."

We arrived in the room behind the altar, and although some people looked at us questioningly as we made our way there, no one stopped us, and the room was completely empty. Even though I didn't mind speaking in front of others, I figured Mariana would prefer privacy.

"What happened?" Mariana seemed a bit apprehensive now. "You're so nervous. I've never seen you like this, not even when I caught you with Bruna's snake."

"Don't remind me of that woman," I pleaded, trying to calm down. "Right now, all that matters is you and me."

"What's going on then?"

This was the moment to propose to her. No engagement ring.

"Do you love me?"

That wasn't what I had intended to ask, but only then did I realize that Mariana had never told me about her feelings, which made me truly anxious now.

Mariana's laughter upon hearing my question caught me completely off guard, and I felt deeply offended.

"No!?" she asked, horrified.

"Don't be silly, Ethan," she said, shattering my heart. "I love you very much. I would never be with someone I don't love, and I've never loved anyone before you."

It was Mariana's turn to hold me tightly in her embrace, and then, delicately holding my face in her hands, she kissed me. But it wasn't a kiss full of passion and lust, like ours usually were.

It was a kiss filled with tenderness and love, making me feel secure in her feelings.

"I... - a kiss - love... - another kiss - you."

I pulled her closer into my arms, too happy to do anything else.

"So, will you marry me?" I finally asked.

"Marry?"

"Yes, marry," I repeated, smiling at the surprise on Mariana's face. "And keep your promise. I want our three babies."

I had even thought that Mariana's answer would be a loud and resounding "NO," and my heart skipped a beat from the anxiety of waiting for her response, which came after a few agonizing seconds.

"I accept the marriage," she said playfully.

"The children, no?" I asked, feeling both happy and sad.

"The children, too."

She was teasing me, and we both laughed together as Mariana threw herself into my arms, making me the happiest man in the world.