Trust and Love
**Kael**
Coming home and finding Sarah was truly a special moment, something I deeply missed during the months we were apart. I was foolish and arrogant, and I prefer to forget about that time.
However, today the situation wasn't as pleasant due to Bianchi's inconvenient presence, who came from London to visit my wife. It bothered me quite a bit, although I knew I had no right to forbid this meeting. I love Sarah deeply, but I'm not her owner. She is free to receive whoever she desires, and it's not up to me to impose rules.
Nonetheless, I can't deny that I didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone with Bianchi, and I wonder what they were talking about downstairs. Where are my mom and Maira when I need them the most? They could be keeping this annoying pilot company instead of wandering around.
Initially, I thought about waiting for Sarah in her room, but I wanted to avoid putting any pressure on her. So, albeit reluctantly, I headed to my own room. After a long, hot shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and flopped onto the bed, consumed by jealousy gnawing at me from within.
I had considered that, given the circumstances and her current temporary wheelchair condition, Sarah would stay in a room by herself, where the nurses could take care of her without difficulty. Now, however, I questioned whether that decision was right. All I wanted at that moment was to have her by my side, in my bed, even if just to sleep together.
How can she adapt to her new condition and to me if we're sleeping apart? It seems like I've made another mistake, and now I feel even more desolate than before.
I didn't notice my bedroom door opening, and when I finally realized it, Sarah was already in the center of the room, fixing her eyes on me with an unfamiliar, mischievous smile.
"It seems like we have someone here who's a little grumpy and jealous," she observed, and I made an effort to maintain my serious expression.
"I'm not mad at you," I protested.
"But you're feeling jealous," she picked up on what I hadn't said and laughed.
"I can't deny that."
With skill, she brought her wheelchair to the side of the bed and looked at me intensely. I settled comfortably between the pillows and returned her gaze without hesitation.
"Why are we sleeping in separate rooms?" she asked the question I didn't expect.
"Because I thought you wanted more privacy," I confessed, aware that my explanation might sound naive.
"What if I say I'd rather be here, with you?"
"Is that what you want?"
My heart started beating erratically, a teenage nervousness took hold of me, as if I were facing my first girlfriend.
"I want to be wherever you are, Kael. Always."
I reached the edge of the bed and knelt on the mattress, helping Sarah to sit up. Before I could kiss her, she was already pressing her lips against mine eagerly.
We surrendered to the hungry kiss, like two thirsty souls, our tongues dancing in a delightfully sensual duel. I took advantage of her position on the bed to gently slide her body over the mattress, laying her down and covering her with my own.
“I missed having you like this.” I confessed, interrupting our lips to kiss her neck and lap.
“Ah!" She let out a moan when I lifted her blouse and dedicated myself to her naked breasts, sucking on the nipples with desire.
Soon our clothes were off, our bodies completely entwined. I kissed her more fervently than before, a hot, wet kiss, full of sensuality, threatening to make me lose control right then and there.
“Let's go slowly…” I begged, fighting the imminent explosion.
“I don't want to go slow. - Sarah said, her eyes shining with desire.” I want the same Kael as always...
After hearing those words, my ability to control myself completely vanished. Grasping her legs, I gently part them and feel the wetness between them, an indication that Sarah is ready to receive me, her soft, lubricated opening inviting me to explore every inch.
Sarah's moans increase in intensity as I begin to stimulate her most sensitive spot with my index finger, an act that seems to deepen her desire even more. I can't resist the excitement and, without hesitation, I penetrate her with a decisive and urgent movement, leaving aside any subtlety, and the immediate response is her orgasm, which makes her soak even more.
The act is passionate and intense, a battle to control my own pleasure as I bring Sarah to climax once again. Finally, I feel my own climax approaching and I pour all my desire into the soft warmth of her interior, my body trembling with the release of so many sensations accumulated over time.
"I love you," my words were sincere, the emotion overflowing from me. "Never doubt that."
"I love you too," she replied, filling my heart with happiness.
Our lips met again, and after some time lying together, just talking about trivialities and her progress in physical therapy, I realized I was exactly where I wanted to be: next to the woman I loved, in the best place in the world.
"How about we take a shower together?" I proposed, a mischievous smile dancing on my lips.
"I don't know why, but I have a feeling it's not just an innocent shower..." she responded, with a smile full of innuendo.
"You're right. It's not just a shower," I confirmed, maintaining a smile loaded with suggestions. "Shall we?"
"Alright!" She agreed, her smile also filled with mischief.
Carefully, I wrapped my arms around her and led her to the bathroom. Gently, I placed her in the large bathtub and, after turning on the water and adding some bath salts, I quickly returned to the bedroom. In the closet, I grabbed a small box and returned to the bathroom.
"What did you go to get in the room?" Sarah asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I knelt beside the bathtub, looking her in the eyes and conveying all the feelings I held in my heart.
"I'm starting to get nervous," she teased, with a hint of playfulness.
So, I allow her to see the velvet box, bearing the emblem of a renowned jewelry brand. I open the box, revealing a ring with a solitary pink diamond at its center, surrounded by smaller diamonds.
"Sarah, would you marry me?" I finally ask the question I've been yearning to ask since she came back into my life a week ago.
It's evident that Sarah didn't expect this proposal, and for a brief moment, a silent fear haunts me, the possibility of rejection leaving me disoriented. My heart seems to almost stop, awaiting her response.
"You won't accept?" I ask, already feeling a tightness in my chest.
"Of course, I'll accept, you fool!" she replies, smiling. "I was just very surprised."
We laugh together, and then we kiss tenderly, brimming with love. Soon, desire reignites between us. Up until that moment, there was no greater perfection than that moment.
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