A Moment to Celebrate

It had been two days since I last saw Shawn. Though he still sent me brief texts, his work and patients kept him occupied. Missing his presence but understanding his responsibilities, I decided to take a day off from the café to clear my mind.

When Tyler invited me over, I accepted without hesitation. He sent me his address, and I picked up a basket of fresh fruits on the way.

The rain started halfway through my drive, quickly turning into a heavy downpour. By the time I arrived at Tyler's house, I was drenched. I stared in awe at the luxurious exterior—modern architecture framed by sprawling gardens that glistened under the rain.

I rang the doorbell, shivering slightly as I waited. The door opened, and there he was, dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, his eyes lighting up as he saw me.

"Could you get me a towel, Ty?" I asked, water dripping from my hair onto the pristine porch.

He disappeared for a moment and returned with a soft, oversized towel, wrapping it around me with a gentle smile. "It's time to get you warmed up," he said.

"Someone's excited," I teased with a laugh, grateful for his hospitality.

Inside, the opulence of his home was even more apparent. Tyler led me through the sleek hallways to the bathroom, and I felt like I'd stepped into a five-star spa. Pristine marble countertops gleamed under soft, ambient lighting, and the scent of lavender lingered in the air. The walk-in shower was spacious, surrounded by frosted glass and adorned with elegant brass fixtures.

"This feels surreal," I murmured, admiring the serene design.

"You deserve a bit of luxury," Tyler replied, his tone warm and inviting. He guided me toward the shower, his touch gentle yet confident.

As the warm water cascaded over my skin, I sighed in relief, letting the tension of the day melt away. My shivers subsided, replaced by the soothing heat of the water.

Tyler's presence lingered behind me, and I felt the soft press of his lips against my shoulder. His steady gaze met mine, filled with warmth and unspoken understanding.

"Feeling better, baby?" he asked softly, his voice low and intimate, barely audible over the sound of the water.

I turned to him, a small smile breaking through. "Yes, much better," I replied, the tension in my shoulders easing with each passing moment. I leaned in and gave Tyler a kiss. 

Tyler, who could no longer restrain himself, kissed me and carried me to the bed. The feeling of the cold wind blowing over my wet naked body made me feel even aroused. 

While his mouth was busy on my neck, he moved his hand down between my thighs. He used his fingertips to trace the inner thigh area. He was moving so slow that the anticipation made me crazy. I felt as though he was purposefully making me beg. Finally, he inserted his fingers inside my folds. My legs jerked with the sudden pleasure.

I could feel him smile in between the kisses. His other hand was still busy with my breasts and his fingers started to move faster inside me. My breathing was becoming heavier with every passing second. Then he used his thumb to tease my clit.

I knew it would be over soon, I was on the verge of orgasm. Before I could climax, Tyler suddenly stopped. I was confused. I wanted to cum, but at the same time, I also wanted him to keep going. 

Tyler slide his dick in me slowly and moved his hips gently. I let out a soft moan. His face turned red while he grabbed my hips and began thrusting harder and faster. I felt his dick deep inside me, stretching me.

I was so close and after a few more thrusts, I came. Tyler kept thrusting harder and faster. My screams encouraged him to go even rougher on me.

Soon, Tyler too was on the verge. His cock began to throb inside me. When he came, he pulled out. "Are you tired already sweetheart? Tyler asked with a smirk.

I made eye contact with him and looked down at his cock, it's still hard even after cumming. I feel even more aroused and let my arousal take over me. I shaked my head in response and he grabbed my legs and pulled me close to him.

"It seems someone's been studying dark romance," I said. He smirked and grabbed his dick and rubbed it against my clit.

I moaned loudly. I'm not done recovering from our last session but the stimulation is making me horny again. He slowly inserted his cock into me, causing me to moan in pleasure. I was surprised that it fit and that it was getting bigger.

Tyler then thrusted into me quickly, I could feel his cock going all the way in, touching my womb. I'm amazed he can go that deep, my pussy must be loose. His thrusts are quick, hard, and deep. It felt amazing.

He leaned towards me and grabbed my breast with one hand and kissed my lips. Our tongues wrestled for dominance and he won, exploring my mouth.

I moaned into the kiss, the feeling of him being inside me and his lips on mine, it was euphoric. He pulled away from the kiss and we were both breathing heavily.

"You're really tight, baby girl." Tyler commented as he continued to pound into me.

I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me. The stimulation was becoming too much and I couldn't take it anymore.

My mind went blank and I could only moan.

"Mmm, you're making it even harder!" Tyler said while he planted a kiss on my eye.

I can feel his dick getting even bigger inside of me and so I pushed Tyler and got on top of him.

Tyler was lying on his back and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head as I bounced up and down on his thick shaft.

His hands were on my hips and he was moving me back and forth on his shaft.

He had an evil grin on his face as he was staring at my boobs.

My tits were bouncing up and down in front of his face and he watched them as I rode him.

I leaned forward a little bit and grabbed his hands and put them on my boobs and that made him even more excited and I felt his shaft grow even bigger.

Then I felt his body shivered and he slowly moved me aside. He removed the condom and it was nearly full.

Tyler too laid beside me. We were both exhausted. After a while, Tyler spoke.

"So... Are you okay? Did I go too hard?"

I was not sure how to answer. Was it too much? Maybe. But I did not mind.

"It was amazing." I replied and snuggled next to him.

"Really? Then we will definitely do this again."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Tyler and I spent the rest of the night cuddling. We did not need any words, our actions told us everything. I could not ask for anything better.

Today marked the fifth anniversary of my café, Sweet Indulgence. The milestone filled me with excitement as I woke up early, ready to embrace the day. But as I stretched out in bed, I noticed something—or rather, someone—was missing. Tyler's side of the bed was empty.

Puzzled, I quickly freshened up, slipping into a casual dress that fit the celebratory mood. As I made my way downstairs, the faint aroma of coffee and something sweet wafted through the air.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, I froze. There he was—Tyler—standing amidst a cozy setup, holding a beautifully decorated cake. The soft morning light filtered through the windows, adding a warm glow to the scene. His eyes sparkled with affection as he met my gaze.

"Happy fifth anniversary, Sweet Indulgence," he said with a grin, lifting the cake slightly as if in a toast. Then his voice softened, carrying a tenderness that melted my heart. "And I'm grateful your café gave me the chance to meet my future wife."

I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with emotion. "Ty…" I started, but the words caught in my throat.

He stepped closer, placing the cake carefully on the counter before taking my hands in his. "You've built something amazing, Ann. Sweet Indulgence isn't just a café—it's a place filled with love, joy, and everything that makes you so special. I'm so proud of you."

We had the cake and talked about our agenda for the day before I made my way to the café. To my surprise, Sam, Heather, and Sarah were already inside, waiting for me.

"You guys beat me here?" I teased with a laugh, feeling a warm sense of gratitude.

"Well, it is your fifth anniversary, and we wouldn't miss it for the world," Heather said, pulling me into a comforting embrace. Her hug felt like a balm, soothing the morning's anticipation.

As we shared a few laughs and exchanged congratulations, the soft chime of the bell above the café door caught our attention. Elise stepped in, her face lighting up when she saw me.

"What are you doing here?" Elise asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

I frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean? It's the café's anniversary."

Elise glanced at the others, then back at me, her expression shifting between confusion and realization. "Isn't Shawn's awarding ceremony today? John told me that doctors and nurses from several hospitals and clinics are being recognized. I planned to be here for your anniversary and then head there afterward."

Her words hit me like a jolt. "I… He didn't tell me anything about it," I murmured, a pang of unease settling in my chest.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Maybe he didn't want to distract you from today's celebration," Elise said gently. "But go to him—he needs you there, I'm sure of it."

Without another thought, I quickly gathered my things and dialed Tyler's number while rushing out the door. He picked up after the first ring, his voice calm but concerned.

"What's wrong, my love? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Ty. But… did you know about Shawn's awarding ceremony today?"

"No, baby, this is the first I'm hearing about it. Is it happening now?" he asked, his tone curious.

"Yes, and I'm on my way to the hospital. Do you think you could meet me there?" I asked, my voice betraying my urgency.

"Of course, princess. I'll be there as soon as I can. Wait for me at the entrance," he assured me.

Relief washed over me as I ended the call, but the knot in my stomach only tightened. What else had Shawn kept from me, and why?

I arrived at the hospital lobby an hour later, my nerves frayed with anticipation. As I waited for Tyler, I couldn't shake the thought of Shawn standing alone, unaware that someone cared enough to show up. When Tyler finally arrived, his reassuring smile eased some of my anxiety.

"Hi, could you tell us where the awarding ceremony is being held?" Tyler asked at the admission counter.

"It's in the event hall on the 21st floor. It hasn't started yet. Are you here for someone?" the receptionist asked with a polite smile.

"Yes, we're here for Dr. Shawn," I replied, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest.

"Oh, you can take that lift over there. Congratulations to Dr. Shawn!" she said warmly.

We thanked her and stepped into the lift, the silence between us heavy with anticipation. When the doors opened on the 21st floor, we were greeted by a sea of people. The room buzzed with chatter and excitement as a waiter escorted us to our table.

Fifteen minutes later, the ceremony began. Awards were presented to doctors from various hospitals and clinics, each greeted with applause and cheers. When it was Shawn's turn, I saw him walk onto the stage, his posture straight but his eyes clouded with sadness.

It was a look I recognized—a man bracing himself against the sting of loneliness. My heart clenched. Without thinking, Tyler and I stood up, our voices ringing out above the applause.

"We're so proud of you, Dr. Shawn!"

Shawn froze mid-step, his eyes scanning the crowd until they found mine. The sadness melted away, replaced by shock, then pure joy. Tears welled up in his eyes as his lips curved into a smile so genuine it lit up the entire hall. The audience glanced in our direction and, one by one, joined in with louder applause.

Shawn steadied himself at the podium, his voice trembling as he began his speech. "Thank you to everyone who attended today's ceremony," he said, pausing to compose himself. His gaze shifted back to me. "There's someone very special I'd like to dedicate this award to. Two people, actually."

A hushed silence fell over the room.

"I want to dedicate this award to my fiancée and my best friend," he said, his voice steady now, filled with emotion. "I didn't come from a happy family, but meeting them was the best thing that ever happened to me. They taught me what love, friendship, and belonging truly mean. This award is as much theirs as it is mine."

The room erupted in applause, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely on Shawn, my heart full as his words washed over me.

After the ceremony, we gathered in the lobby. Shawn approached me, his expression a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. Without a word, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry for disappearing," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I needed time to sort things out, but thank you for coming. It means the world to me."

I leaned back to look at him, tears prickling my eyes. "You should've told me, Shawn. I wouldn't have missed this for anything," I said, my voice soft but firm.

Tyler stepped forward, clapping Shawn on the back. "Congratulations, man. You deserve every bit of this."

Shawn nodded, his gratitude spilling over. "Thanks, Tyler. And thank you, Ann, for always being there for me."

The rest of the afternoon was a celebration filled with laughter, warmth, and pride. Surrounded by friends and colleagues, I felt a renewed sense of hope for the future—one filled with milestones, anniversaries, and the unwavering support of those I loved. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew we'd face them together, crafting a life rich with love, resilience, and joy.