The proposal

[Ramona's POV]

"Uncle....ummm," I stopped for a minute before speaking. He looked at me, startled. I was usually the first to pursue something like this, but he's been quite supportive of my job and the events that have occurred in the meanwhile. I felt like I owed him an explanation... "You're kind of right." He scowled and paused to contemplate my words before nodding in accord. He didn't say anything for a while, but we sat there in silence, our eyes locked on something across the room that wasn't there anymore.




When I finally looked at him, I could tell he was concerned. His eyes were big and shining. He's always been sensitive in situations like these, so it wasn't hard to figure out what uncle was thinking at the moment. "I...uhm...." my words became stuck in my throat as I fought to find the right way to start this conversation. I wasn't used to having to do this without someone understanding my concerns and what I was expressing."You okay, Mona?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," I gulped at him, putting my hand on his shoulder to reassure him while also showing how serious I was. This was an important conversation, and I needed to be very clear about my own opinions. "uncle I know this will probably change your thinking a little, but I've known for a time now...that I...might...fall in love with you."

I blurted it all in a one breath. My face burned with humiliation as the words escaped my mouth since I had never said them before. My heart raced in my chest as the words sank in. He smirked and narrowed his gaze at me. That same smile made me feel safe, but yet more vulnerable than ever before. The smile conveyed everything I needed to know. That smile made me feel significant and cherished, especially because I'd spoken my feelings. That smile reassured him that no matter what occurred, he was my best friend, and nothing could separate us.

"What are you going on about?" I grinned at his usual reaction. "You're smart and you don't need to be told what I'm referring to, but...I'm afraid..." I trailed off, unsure whether to proceed. After all, what if he doesn't understand your feelings? What if he believes I'm crazy? But he didn't believe that; instead, he took my hand and pulled me closer to him.

I looked at him and blushed. As I peered deeply into his eyes, all of my heat rose to my cheeks. I am not sure when I noticed his lips on mine. When he did, I felt my body melt against him and tasted the minty flavour of his chapstick. And I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back with the same intensity.

The kiss immediately turned passionate, and I placed my arms around his neck, running my hands through his short hair and feeling it beneath my fingers while pressing against him. I moaned into his mouth as I moved my hips closer to his groin and rubbed against him. I heard him gasp and felt his hardness pressing against me. I gasped as he grabbed and squeezed my ass. I shivered slightly, and he smirked against my lips.

It's precisely how I imagined. His touch was irresistible, and I couldn't help but feel my body react as his thumb brushed over my cheek, teasing my ear. He broke away and smirked again, peering down to see that I was still on top of him. I giggled at his reaction. His face was redder than usual, but he appeared to be in better control of himself. "So tell me, Miss Ramona, what made you fall in love with me?"

My blush became darker and hotter, and I thought it was about to combust. I looked down at his crotch, which was firm and demanded my attention.

"I'll make it worth your while, Princess," uncle murmured quietly as he moved me closer to him, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he leaned forward and kissed me hard again, his fingers continuing to wander across my back, sending sparks coursing through every part of my body. My knees buckled, and I fell back into his embrace, his lips pressing on my neck and collarbone.

His tongue traced the contour of my mark, and he moaned against my skin as his lips travelled downward, leaving little hickeys and kisses everywhere they touched. Then he began licking my skin again. I groaned as I entwined my fingers in his hair again, feeling it between them. His tongue slid back into my mouth as his fingers went up my body, prompting me to moan again. When he got to my breast, he paused and sucked hard on my nipple. I arched my back and hoped he would continue. And he did it.

He sucked my breasts harder than normal till I could barely breathe, then laughed into my neck at my reaction. I whimpered as I tightened my grip on his shoulders, and his hands crept further south. He licked another stripe along my jawline before withdrawing and looking at me. His eyes were almost black with passion and need, and I could feel my own desire growing inside of me.

"Tell me, Mona," he said, his voice heavy with want. I could feel my body getting hot and heavy as I struggled to keep it together. I couldn't tell him how he affected me yet, so I tried to communicate. I swallowed the knot that had developed in my throat. He leaned down again, giving my nipples a quick lick while listening. "Was that enough?"

I shook my head and pointed his hand down at my crotch, "It wants your attention." I moaned while speaking. I felt myself tightening, wanting to feel what had happened the previous time, but I wanted him inside me. His fingertips had already touched my dampness. His finger went effortlessly inside of me, causing me to arch up against him. I could feel my swelling. As he increased the speed of his thrusts, I let out a tiny cry, "Oh god...yes!" He responded in kind, and I could feel his finger beating harder. Faster than before.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, trying not to fall. I scream his name louder than usual, and he glides his fingers more quickly, touching every angle of my insatiable pussy. "Yeah...yeah. Just like that. Yes! More, please!" I yelled as I held him, wrapping my legs around his. I could feel him getting bigger and thicker. I felt his finger pulsating inside of me, and I began to shake violently. "Please!" He groaned and stroked his fingers faster, and I couldn't take it any longer.

Every time he moved forward, I wiggled and yelled his name. Each hit took me flying higher and higher, and just as I thought I was about to explode into a million pieces, my orgasm crashed down on me like a massive wave. My whole body spasmed as I fell undone. His finger emerged from me, and I, too, shouted in response to the sudden loss of pleasure. I fell forward on top of him as he hugged me closely, kissing my forehead and gently massaging my back.

We both remained silent for several minutes, and when my breathing had calmed, I drew back and stared into his black eyes. I realised I couldn't make him cum. I took his dick and cautiously sat between his legs. My gaze never left him. I gently stroked his dick, and he began breathing heavily. My cheeks burned, and I bit my lip uncomfortably.

"I..uhm...this might sound weird and inappropriate but I kinda want to suck your cock?" I whispered and immediately regretted speaking at all. But he laughed softly and looked me right in the eyes before responding. "Suck me harder."

He groaned loudly, and his cock jumped beneath my hand. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I opened my mouth to take in his whole length. The sensation was wonderful, and I soon lost myself. I couldn't help it. I had fallen in love with him again right then. He felt wonderful in my mouth. So nice, and it felt amazing. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back and forth, moaning loudly, while I moved my head up and down his shaft, seeking to swallow him. He made little grunts and gasps, and I could smell his sweat mixed with mine, giving me such an exciting and passionate sensation that I couldn't believe I was doing this.

He pressed his fists into my hair, his eyes tightly shut, and began grinding his hips against me. His body stiffened, and I felt him harden. Soon, he let go of my head, and I could hear him grunting and groaning, which drove me insane. I knew I loved it. He gave a final grunt and then relaxed beneath me. When I gazed up at him, I couldn't resist smiling. There were no words to describe how happy I was. Or how thankful I felt. He did not have to say anything.

I merely needed his touch and presence. My gaze was riveted on uncle's as our breathing became laboured. A big grin spread across my face. He looked at me, his eyes filled with admiration. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. "You look...so beautiful." He spoke to me after a few moments of silence. I couldn't help but smile at his remarks. I rolled off of him and landed flat on the mattress next to him. He smiled while continuing to stare at me. "Thank you," I said, smiling shyly. "It feels great having you inside of me again." His grin widened after my remark, and I grinned back hesitantly.

He kissed me softly on my cheek and sighed contentedly, pulling me towards him. "I am very pleased to be inside of you once again." We kissed one more time and cuddled close to each other, enjoying each other's presence. The warm sun rays shining down on us warmed our skin, and we laid quietly on the bed, holding each other close. I lay there for a moment just looking at him, admiring the fact that I was in his bed, touching him and being so close to him. He had become a vital part of my life, and I knew now that he would never leave me, not even in death. No matter what happens or what lies ahead, I would always have him by my side. Even if he never remembers or thinks of me, I will carry that piece of him with me forever. Just like his ring.