Andrew and Elsa: The Proposal

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Andrew & Elsa: The Proposal

Andrew

It all began whilst we were in bed.

Elsa was still in the land of dreams, and looking every bit the angel she does whilst awake. I think she looks even more heavenly whilst she sleeps if I'm honest, but I digress.

That particular morning I had woken earlier than usual, but with nothing to get out of bed for, I simply spent the next few minutes lying next to Elsa and watching her, admiring the way she slowly inhaled and exhaled and the subtle ways it altered her face. I smiled to myself as my eyes took in her beauty; the way her mouth was slightly open, making it look so kissable, those plump pink lips parted invitingly, but as much as I wanted to, I just couldn't bring myself to wake her. I decided to leave her my Sleeping Beauty for now.

It's amazing the things you think about when you're watching someone you love sleep so soundly. All that filled my head was how lucky I was to have Elsa in my life, and I started to relive the past experiences that had led me to meet her in the first place. There had been some good times, but some truly heartbreaking ones too, and yet as much as it had hurt at the time, now I was glad for all of them as they had led me to be here at this moment.

As if she knew what I was thinking at that moment Elsa shifted in her sleep and for a second I thought she would wake, but after a moment she settled once more. Now she had her arm draped over my chest and she pulled me closer, snuggling up tight, resting her head against my shoulder.

I sighed at the comfortable closeness; the feel of her soft breasts pressed against me was especially enjoyable. I kissed the top of Elsa's head, whispering how much I loved her, and then I lay back and looked up at the ceiling, losing myself in my thoughts again as Elsa's breathing became steady and consistent once more. I had something very important to think over, something I'd been contemplating for a while, and it was during quiet moments like this I couldn't help but return to the subject.

We had an anniversary coming up soon, it would be a year to the day since we first said "I love you" a week on Saturday and for the longest time I'd been wrestling with a dilemma - namely what should I do to treat Elsa on our special day? I knew what her dream was of course; she'd always wanted to go to Paris and experience the City of Love first hand. Growing up in the USA it had always seemed so distant and romantic. She would often tell me as much as we looked at pictures of landmarks the city had to offer.

I had another very good reason to take Elsa to France other than for a special anniversary trip. For the last few months, as our relationship had matured and grown, as had my love for the woman of my dreams, I had been working on the perfect way to ask Elsa to marry me. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and I was sure Elsa thought the same way - indeed I strongly suspected she would be happy even if I asked her to marry me in a barn - but I wanted my proposal to be special.

Paris offered that. The choices of location where I could get down on one knee and offer her both a ring and my heart were incredible, it wasn't the number one choice of men thinking about popping the question for no reason after all. The lights, the atmosphere... everything just screamed romance.

So why didn't I just take her there you may be thinking? Well trust me I would have long ago if it was that simple, but the main issue for me...was getting there. I suffer terribly with motion sickness and I won't lie, just the thought of traveling to France often made me queasy. Any way we went, train, plane, ship, they all sounded like torture. If we did go, and I suffered through the horrible effects a journey had on me, my greatest concern was I'd feel so bad that I'd ruin Elsa's enjoyment of her once in a lifetime experience of exploring Paris and its culture for the first time, and that I didn't want at all. After a few minutes of weighing up pros and cons and still not coming to a decision, I sighed to myself heavily, and whether she heard that or it was just a coincidence, Elsa woke up at that moment.

"Morning," she said in a fuzzy early morning tone, her eyes still heavy with sleep, but even so as she looked up at me I couldn't help but get lost in those big, bright blue pools once more before they closed again as she stretched.

"Good morning," I smiled back at her, forgetting my internal debate for the moment and just focusing on the happiness of being awake with my gorgeous girlfriend once more.

"You look like you're thinking hard about something," Elsa remarked, yawning and rubbing her eyes with her hand, then looking back at me again.

"Just how gorgeous you are when you wake up," I replied with a wink and a grin, flattery is always a good way to start the day I find. But I really did mean it; even first thing in the morning Elsa looks amazing.

"Charmer!" Elsa giggled and much to my enjoyment craned her neck and planted her soft plump lips on mine, kissing me as she squeezed herself tighter against my body.

I moaned softly as the feel of both her kiss and the softness of her breasts, when she also casually draped a leg over my thigh, well I can't lie things were starting to stir both in my mind and in my boxer shorts.

"Really though, what were you thinking about?" Elsa asked as she broke the kiss and rested her head on my chest once more, her golden blonde hair fanning out over my skin.

"Paris," I said knowing Elsa would understand perfectly well just from that single word reply. We'd talked many times about it, and each time my aversion to travel had always been the deciding factor on why we didn't go. I'd expected Elsa to say something right away, but she just lay there, half draped over me with her head on my chest, in silence for what felt like an eternity before finally she spoke.

"Don't worry about it, I know you'd take me if you could. I'll get there someday," Elsa reassured me as she always did, but I knew deep down she was at least a little disappointed, early in the morning like it was and without her usual mental acuity to cover it up, I could hear the slightest edge in her voice and that broke my heart. It also made up my mind.

"Really? So I can save myself the cost of a trip then? Because I was thinking we could go there next weekend for our anniversary," I said casually, but inside my heart was pounding nervously.

The words didn't register in Elsa's head for a second, and then she suddenly realized what I had said. Her head flew up off my chest, her expression comically shocked, eyes wide and mouth hanging open like she couldn't quite believe what I'd just said.

"Are you serious?" she demanded, her eyes scanning my face for any hint that I was joking.

"Yes I'm serious," I laughed, finding her reaction hilarious. "I love you, and I want our anniversary to be special, and well, what better place to celebrate it than the most romantic city on Earth?"

Elsa suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me towards herself with a strength that caught me off guard. She brought her lips to my own once more, but this time her kiss was much deeper and filled with passion.

"I love you so much, Andrew Bennett!" she exclaimed eagerly between kisses, breaking away just to say the words, then planting her lips on my mouth again. "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

I didn't have a chance to reply as she kissed me over and over, and it was no time before I felt Elsa slide her leg over my body fully and straddle me, wiggling herself into a comfortable position as she did so.

"Hmm" I moaned into her mouth as I wrapped my arms around Elsa, holding her tighter against myself as I felt her tongue playfully lick my lips and slip between them. I was really enjoying the attention she was giving me, and if I hadn't been feeling aroused before I certainly was now, my cock bulging and throbbing under the covers.

"Wow if I'd known you'd react like this I would have taken you to France as soon as we met," I joked when Elsa finally let up her kisses, now sat atop me looking down with shining bright eyes and a huge smile radiating from her beautiful lips after she'd broken the kiss and straightened up.

Elsa giggled and wiggled her hips at the same time, rubbing her knicker covered center against the bulge that was my cock concealed within, but straining against, my boxer shorts. It felt so good that I couldn't help but groan my approval and place my hands on her thighs either side of me, caressing them under the covers.

"If you'd taken me to Paris when we first met we'd not have left the hotel room to see the sights!" Elsa laughed and winked at me playfully. "Not that I think we'll be leaving this room much today after you sprang this surprise on me mister!"

It was my turn to laugh, but that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as Elsa started to slide herself down the bed, disappearing under the sheets so I couldn't see what she was doing until she was able to hook her fingers into my boxers and peel them off, releasing my throbbing shaft.

"Oh God yes, Elsa," I let out a long low groan of approval as she wrapped her hand around me and started to show me just how excited she was for our upcoming trip and how pleased she was that I was to finally be making her dream come true.

I felt the warmth of her breath on me, and her soft lips kissed the tip of my cock slowly and tenderly as her hand lightly stroked the base. It felt so good, first thing in the morning.

"Oh that feels nice!" I groaned as Elsa kissed again and then closed her lips around the head, sucking it a little.

The feeling was exquisite and a ripple of pleasure coursed through my body as Elsa playfully squeezed my shaft and rubbed the lower half as she let her mouth slide down the upper, enveloping me in the warmth as her breath tickled my sensitive skin.

I heard her moan under the covers as she slowly and tenderly took me into her mouth, and I couldn't help but groan in response. I let my head fall back onto the pillow and closed my eyes as the sensations grew stronger with every inch Elsa slid her perfect lips down my throbbing shaft.

When she had as much of me in her mouth as she could comfortably take without gagging, Elsa stopped and just let my cock sit there, her lips tight around me, teasing out the pleasure. Her tongue rippled under my shaft to keep the motion constant around me.

"Oh God, you're so good to me," I said lovingly, my mind reeling from the feeling as she slid her head back up, letting my shaft slip from her mouth but keeping the tip inside before she flicked it with her tongue and giggled when I shuddered at the sensation.

"Shush, you'll distract me," Elsa said playfully and ran her hand the length of my shaft, stroking it slowly with a firm grip, before I felt her lips enclose me again and the warmth of her mouth all the way down my cock, making me gasp.

Slowly, Elsa began to bob her head up and down and I couldn't help but place my hand in her soft hair, pushing my fingers into her tresses as she sucked me lovingly. Her pace increased as my shaft throbbed ever more.

"Oh yes!" I groaned as I felt her hand cup my balls, her palm soft and warm. It felt perfect in that moment as her lips slid along my cock, both actions together making me gasp and grit my teeth in response.

I heard a muffled moan from under the sheet as Elsa took me fully into her mouth and played with my balls before she slid her lips back up my shaft and let my cock out of her mouth with a satisfying wet 'pop'.

"Am I doing okay?" Elsa asked playfully as she wrapped her hand around me again and stroked.

"Baby, you're doing perfectly!" I replied with a huge smile and closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure began to rush through my whole body as Elsa giggled again and resumed showing me just how happy and grateful she truly was...

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Over the next few days, as we planned our much anticipated trip to France, I couldn't help but notice Elsa was extra affectionate.

We had always had a good and active sex life, but things really picked up in the days after I had sprung the surprise that I was going to whisk her off for a romantic getaway to celebrate our very special anniversary. It seemed that every time we were in a room alone together I could expect her arms around my neck and lips on mine, and if we had any free time I was getting pulled into the bedroom. Not that I was complaining!

During the times when we weren't in bed, I was booking our tickets and trying to organise our trip. I knew there were things in Paris that Elsa had always wanted to experience, so we spoke about them often, trying to put our sightseeing in a coherent schedule that would suit both of us. That, it would turn out, was easier said than done.

I was all for giving Elsa the best trip possible, and letting her experience all the sights and sounds she had always dreamed of over the special weekend, but secretly I had another agenda, one that was consuming all my thoughts in regard to this trip.

Every time Elsa mentioned a different landmark she wanted to visit my plan for how I would propose would change. At first I had thought I would get on one knee at the home of Claude Monet in Giverny which is about an hour outside of Paris. Since she was a little girl Elsa had been enamoured by that place, and it seemed like getting down on one knee on Monet's Japanese bridge was the perfect location, but she was eager to see that as soon as we landed and I couldn't talk her out of it.

I knew all too well that the trip to France was going to be horrible on me, and I'd likely take most of the first day of our trip just to recover from the sickness it brought on. And even with as much luxury as the Hotel du Louvre offered, and trust me just looking at the website made me swoon, I couldn't bring myself to keep Elsa inside with me when this whole trip was meant to be for her to experience the City of Lights properly for the first time.

So it was decided that I would check in and recover in our room that first day and Elsa would go see Monet's house alone. That had put a huge spanner in my plans. I had the perfect engagement ring, but not the place in which to offer it, and my heart, to the woman I loved. There were other options of course. Elsa was eager to visit more places, and all of them offered their own unique opportunity for me to ask her to marry me, but the more I thought about them, the more I dismissed each for one reason or another.

In truth there was really only one place that I thought was truly worthy of the moment. Unbeknownst to Elsa I had been asking around my friends in regard to the must see things on a trip to France, and they all agreed that there was one place in all of Paris that was the most romantic of all, and only one time of day when it was at its most spectacular.

"What about the Eiffel Tower?" I asked three days before we were due to fly out. "Have you fit that into the schedule?"

"The Eiffel Tower?" Elsa said a little dubiously. She'd not been too keen on my suggestion the first time I'd made it right at the beginning of the planning stage of our Paris adventure.

"I know it's going to be packed with tourists, but I thought I'd give it another try to convince you," I smiled, placing my arms around Elsa's waist and holding her tight as I stood behind her.

"That is the thing, it is going to be packed, and there is so much else I want to see that we can enjoy without all the hassle of hundreds of other people," Elsa said placing her hands on mine as I kissed her neck and rested my chin on her shoulder, looking down at the clothes she had laid out on the bed to choose from for her suitcase.

"I just think you'll regret it if we don't go," I asserted, trying to plant the idea in her head.

"I'd regret standing in a line for hours to get to the top and miss my opportunity to see Musee Yves Saint Laurent or the Palais Galliera more!" Elsa retorted as quickly as a whip. I sometimes hated that I had fallen for someone so smart as well as gorgeous, but I always quickly got over that.

In the past two days I had been giving the same argument, but so had Elsa. As much as I tried to argue I knew she was right of course, but I was equally sure that the Eiffel Tower was the place I wanted to ask her the most nerve-wracking question of my life.

There had to be a solution, and I had just a few days to figure it out.

"Okay, I give in, you win," I laughed and kissed her neck again, squeezing her lovingly as I did so and enjoying the feel of her beautiful body against mine.

"Glad you are seeing sense," Elsa giggled and turned around in my arms, placing her own around my neck and bringing her lips to mine and kissing me deeply.

I kissed Elsa back, loving the feeling of her body against mine and the softness of her lips. I had never felt more comfortable than in her presence, or her embrace. In that moment I also felt something else.

"Oh somebody is excited," Elsa cooed as she felt the sudden bulge in my pants press against her whilst I held her close to me.

"Yes, you tend to have that effect on me," I teased and held her closer, my arms squeezing her to me, pressing her breasts against myself and enjoying the softness as I throbbed in my pants.

"Naughty boy," Elsa remarked playfully. "Can't you see I'm busy packing for our trip?"

I laughed and pushed her backwards, letting Elsa fall onto the clothes she had laid out on the bed, then climbed on top of her, pinning her down with my body and kissing her neck as my hands rose up her stomach and onto her chest, slowly and sensually caressing them before my fingers rubbed over her nipples, confined but hardening fast, beneath the thin fabric of her top.

"That can wait, this can't," I said with a grin as I kissed Elsa and slipped my hands down once again, running my palms onto her thighs and pushing them gently apart before I started to slide myself down her body, planting soft little kisses on her chest and stomach and finally her inner thighs as I pulled her leggings down, exposing her flesh and the intoxicating sight of her knickers covering my ultimate source of arousal between her legs.

Elsa moaned softly as my hands caressed her naked thighs and I planted kisses from her knee towards her center, my lips lightly touching her skin as I moved upwards, the scent of her filling my nostrils and causing my desires to grow stronger, there is nothing in the world I enjoy more than the smell of Elsa aroused.

"Relax, let me take care of you" I said in a low sensual voice as I brought my lips to her knickers, kissing the soft fabric right over where her clit was located, applying a little pressure but more focusing in my breathing than anything else, allowing my warm breath to heat the area as Elsa's fingers pushed into my hair in response.

"Oh, Andrew," she gasped quietly as I kissed her pussy through the garment covering it. I could feel the heat, and smell the scent growing stronger, as the wetness within intensified.

It was so arousing, and my cock throbbed in my pants as I lavished attention on Elsa's crotch, kissing her knickers and rubbing my face up and down them, pressing my nose and mouth on the soft lips and folds beneath, both of us enjoying the sensations for very different reasons. I had wanted to do this for hours, and now I had my head between Elsa's thighs. I wasn't going to waste my opportunity by going too fast.

"Oh yes," Elsa groaned as I slid my hands under her arse and lifted her lips, giving myself more access to her pussy, although right now it was still hidden behind her ever more damp knickers, that wetness a combination of my saliva from my slow licks and kisses, and Elsa's own juices as her arousal grew more urgent.