At last, my hands on her vulva, my fingers stimulating her, were not enough, and she whispered to me “Harry… please, you know what I like…” and her hands urged me downwards, kissing her in a trail from between her lovely little clothed breasts, down over her midriff and stomach, to her vulva. The smell of her was rich and warm and fresh, her excitement an additional tangy note, sharp and enticing, and I moved between her legs to kiss and nibble at her exposed secret place, eager to taste her again.
Sai began to murmur and sigh, head shaking from side to side as her body arched and spasmed in time to my licking and nibbling, her sighs in counterpoint to my stabbing tongue as I feasted on her womanly flesh, her musk dazzling and exciting me. I probed and licked, lapped and sucked for what seemed hours, taking Sai Fong to the brink over and over again, each time I could sense her pulling back, prolonging the sensations, until she pulled her legs right up against her chest, exposing her little pink pucker, and groaned “Please Harry, in there, now, shove your tongue in my arse, please darling….!” I obliged, stiffening my tongue and pushing it into her anus as hard as I could,. Sai screamed as her orgasm rolled over her, her vulva spasming and her anus contracting, tightening around my tongue-tip and forcing it out. I slid my finger into her damp and seeping anus, and she groaned as a fresh wave of orgasm rolled through her, making her body shudder with the intensity of it.
I moved back over her, and she opened her eyes to look and me, smiling as she blew me a kiss, and pulled me down into her, guiding my cock into her, making her groan as I filled her, then began sliding my cock in and out, making Sai clench and sigh as orgasms continued to break through her, the convulsions in her pussy sucking and rippling at my cock, the sensation delightful and impossible to resist. I came with a loud groaning sigh, pulsing jets of spunk into her hot pussy, coating her vaginal walls with me, meeting Sai Fong as she orgasmed with me, both of us giving the ultimate pleasure to each other.
As w lay, hearts hammering and breath in short supply, we smiled and laced our fingers together, sure of at least one thing in the entire world; I knew I was in love with this beautiful girl, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
Finally, heart-rate back to normal, we lay together, still languid in the afterglow of passion, talking softly about how we would live and love in the days to come.
“Harry, you do love me, don’t you?”
“Princess, I love you more than I can say. I don’t know how to fully express how I adore each and everything about you, all I can say is that I love and want you so badly it hurts!”
“And the future, will we have one?” she asked, “because I can’t see anything for me without you there. Harry, I love you so much, have done for so very long, all I can see in my future is you, and my family with you, and our life together. Am I wrong to be so definite about what I want out of this life?”
There were tears in her beautiful eyes, and I realised that she was waiting for me to ask her the one question that would seal us together forever.
“Sai Fong, I want nothing in this life but you and the happiness you bring me. Will you be my wife, marry me, have our children and stay with me forever?”
Sai looked deeply into my eyes, looking for the hesitation, the deceit or the reluctance, finding none of these things. I was sincere; I love Sai Fong, always have, and always will. She smiled, tears standing in her eyes, and kissed me tenderly, “Yes Harry” she whispered, “I will marry you, one day soon, and make beautiful little Harry’s of my own!”
I thought of something, and slid off the bed, padded over to the dressing table and rummaged in the drawer until I found what I was looking for. I went back to the bed, and pulled Sai up to her knees, took her left hand and slid my maternal grandmother’s engagement ring onto her finger. “Sai, this was my grandmother’s, she left it for me to give to the girl I married, and now I’m giving it to you as a symbol of my troth, of my intent to marry you. Will you accept it from me?”
Sai smiled tremulously and two big tears rolled down her soft cheeks, but she looked me in my eyes and replied “I accept this from you with all my heart, as a symbol of our love and intent to marry. Thank you Harry darling!” She suddenly giggled, louder and louder, until she was laughing and holding her sides. I waited until she’d finished, and gave her a quizzical look.
“I’m sorry darling” she said, “I just realised that when your grandmother gave you this ring, she probably envisioned your intended wouldn’t have been quite so rudely naked when you proposed!”
I burst out laughing as I got Sai’s point; I think Grandmother probably would have had difficulty visualising what I was looking at right now!
I just had one more thing to make clear, though, just in case the romance of the situation had clouded a couple of issues that we needed to keep in clear sight.
“Just a little caveat though, you sexy piece, you! Dad is still going to be a tough nut to crack, so, unless you want to start World War 3 with extreme prejudice, I’d keep the ring out of his sight until we really can’t anymore. At some point we are going to tell him, and I’d rather we did it our way than he put it together himself and come gunning for us. OK?”
Sai nodded her agreement “While I’m with you, Harry, I’m wearing this sparkler, OK? I want the world and his wife to know we’re officially engaged!”
I gathered her into me, and helped her disrobe completely, counting and kissing her nipples. I had to do it many times, I kept getting the number wrong, and Sai giggling and jiggling wasn’t helping one little bit!
Eventually, I managed to decoy her into the shower, where the hot water had recovered somewhat, and we managed to get in a surprisingly satisfying shower (although I defy any straight man on the planet to get into a shower with a nubile naked girl and claim the shower was anything but satisfying!)
Sai had said before that she wanted to go to Regents Park and visit London Zoo, so once we were ready, we headed off there.
We took a bus to Regent’s Park, and strolled along The Broadwalk, down Chester Road, and over to the Garden Cafe, for a breakfast of croissants, coffee cake and espresso.
It’s a long walk from there to London Zoo, but we took our time, walking hand in hand, stopping frequently to, in Sai’s words, ‘friendly-up’ which consisted mainly of her hugging and kissing me enthusiastically, me returning the favour with gusto. I was gratified to see nearly every man we passed, and quite a few women, check Sai out, staring at her as we passed. In the morning sunlight she looked absolutely flawless, skin glowing with health, pink and fresh, that special ‘peaches and cream’ complexion some Chinese girls have, her hair like dark burnished copper in the sun, highlights glinting and sparkling, her willowy figure, coral pink, rosebud lips and sexy almond eyes stopping people in their tracks. Sai is tall, and very pretty, not beauty-queen beautiful, but fresh, girlish and adorable, and she’s no cover-girl, but then, I’m no movie star, so we balance out, and the combination of her exotic looks and slim figure was truly arresting. When we arrived at the zoo, she walked around enthralled, the animal enclosures fascinating her. I was intrigued, seeing as we have several zoos and a safari park within fairly easy reach of the house in Cosford, and I was fairly sure one elephant looks pretty much like another, wherever you see it.
She explained.
“Dudley Zoo is dire, Chester Zoo is depressing, all that concrete and pickpockets, and West Midland’s Safari Park is boring; half the animals hide in the deep woods, all you ever see are gigantic turds, moth-eaten camels ambling across the road and spitting on the cars, and geriatric rhino’s slumped over in the sun; are they asleep, paralysed, comatose, dead? Not riveting. Then, as if that weren’t enough, the bloody monkeys climb on the cars and masturbate like they’ve just discovered it, or piss all over the windscreen. There’s nothing more certain to put a damper on the day than watching a baboon with a hard-on sitting on the bonnet and grinning at you, pulling his pudding as he yanks off the windscreen-wipers, then driving home in a car sans wipers, reeking of monkey-piss and covered in baboon-spunk!”
I laughed in delight, she was obviously recovered, her sense of humour back in gear. “You are the most foul-mouthed, vulgar girl I’ve ever met!” I chuckled, Sai Fong grinning back at me. “That’s nothing, some of the stuff written on the Upper 6th Form toilet wall would make a dockworker blush!” Now I was really intrigued.
“Go on, please, how bad can it be?”
I soon found out.
Sai smiled wickedly. “My favourite goes like this:
Here’s to the cut that never heals,
The harder you stroke it, the softer it feels,
You can wash it in soap; you can wash it in soda,
But nothing gets rid of the fish-bucket odour!”
I laughed out loud, Sai grinning alongside me. “I knew you’d like it, Harry; that was a mild one, some of the others are too disgusting for words!”