Marta followed Ezra down to the floor with ease. They have learned the movements of their bodies together so easily, it just felt natural. Amelia straddled his hips, her knees tucked up at his sides. Feeling him hike her skirt, she felt goosebumps form on her legs and wetness forming between them. It still amazed her how his touch made her weak and left her wanting so much more. She ran her hands along his chest, returning the kiss and taking a few playful nips at his neck as well.

When she heard those words, she looked deeply into his, "Don't ever doubt me wanting to be with you. I would have said yes the first day we met, had you asked me. And I would have said yes if you waited another ten years to ask."

It was true. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Ezra, and if that meant waiting for marriage, then so be it. If they were 50 years old and Ezra finally decided to propose, she would have said yes. Her love was eternal for him and nothing would ever stop it. Yes she was beyond thrilled to be marrying him, but she would have stayed by his side regardless. 

She felt her anticipation rising, ready to be close to Ezra, not caring they were in a more open, public area. They did their best to hide their sexual rendezvous, always waiting until they were alone in their bedroom, but at this moment, Marta didn't care. She ached with desire and could feel his desire pushing against her thigh. She reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt, when pulled back from her neck, where he had been leaving her love bites, ones that Atalia loved teasing her about.

Hearing his words, Marta's eyes widened and she let out another gasp. This man was full of surprises. She sat up more, bringing Ezra with her. She remained on his lap, her legs wrapping around his back, Indian style, and she pulled him into another passionate kiss. Pulling back, she had tooth-baring grin spread across her face. "You are simply wonderful. I am ready. I want to become part of your people. I want to become Jewish." And she meant it with all her heart. She couldn't believe everything was falling into place. She placed another kiss on his lips.

When he spoke of his father, Amelia ran her hand along his cheek, "I would be honored if he walked me down the aisle. You will find him Ezra, and you will bring him here and he will be safe. I know it."

She gave him another kiss, before she reached up and untied the front of her dress, letting the fabric pool around her waist. She pulled Ezra close, pushing against him, letting him feel how much she wanted him. She couldn't believe how amazing the man in her arm's was. She couldn't wait to marry him, properly as a Jewish woman, and spend the rest of her life with him.