After spending an amazing night with Paul, the last chance I had to be a wild 29 year old, before I entered into the decade at full force, I woke up to discover he wasn't around. I thought he'd just popped over to the shops, so I logged onto myspace, and chatted with a few people. Realising I'd been online for an hour, and Paul hadn't been home, I thought I'd go downstairs and make myself a cup of coffee. As I reached the kitchen, there was a small red box on the kitchen surface with a ribbon on it. I opened it and discovered a golden key. It really confused me, until I spotted a white envelope next to it addressed to me. Inside the envelope was a letter from Paul which read: Happy birthday Izzy! I love you. Inside the box is the key to the rest of our lives On the back of this note, you will find instructions, Follow them and they'll lead you someplace special" Intrigued, I got showered and dressed, packed a small suitcase as Paul had instructed and followed the rest of the instructions Paul had left me, until I arrived at the tiny airport in Erinsborough. Paul and I never usually fly from this airport, as we tend to catch planes from the bigger airports in Australia, so this had me curious. In the airport, I was greeted by Dylan, who showed me to locker number 31, which was Paul's little joke about my age! Inside the locker was another envelope, this time, red. I opened it causiously and inside was a card, no bigger than a credit card. I looked at Dylan with a puzzled expression and he muttered something about a plane and lead me to the departure lounge, where I was greated by another one of the guys who works for Paul. He lead me outside to a beautiful red jet plane, which Paul had named Scarlet, which I later learnt he'd had customised especially for me. Boarding the plane, I was asking question after question, but nobody was giving anything away. I eventually came to believe that Paul was taking me away for the weekend to celebrate my birthday alone. On the plane I found mountains of gifts from Paul. I don't think I've ever seen a pile of gifts bigger, and I've seen Boyd and Summer's piles on Christmas day! There was everything from jewellery, to clothes, chocolates, lingerie, champagne and even a single perfect red rose which Paul had spent days searching for. I was on the plane for an hour, but it seemed like no time at all, and it took me that long to unwrap everything. The final thing I unwrapped was another red box, this one a little bigger than the previous. Inside was a house key, and an address, and a note from Paul telling me he loved me. As I got off the plane, I was lead to a gorgeous red limousine which Paul had filled with chocolates and champagne. The chauffer told me he knew where he was going, so I relaxed in the back of the limo, sinking into the black leather seats. I tried to ring Paul, but his mobile was switched off, so I rang Elle who told me she assumed he was taking me away for a weekend, and I should relax and enjoy it all. The driver began to pull up to a brick red mansion, which I thought Paul had rented for the weekend, as he usually likes to surprise me with such thing. I used the key and as I went inside I began to shout Paul, but received no reply. Most people would think this was odd, but Paul usually arrives at our holiday destinations later than me, due to business, so I thanked the limo driver who was bringing in my luggage, and walked into the living room. On the floor, I noticed a trail of red rose petals. I began following them, up the stairs, up to the third floor, and into a dark room. Switching on the light, I noticed on the floor, in white rose petals, were the words "MARRY ME, BIRTHDAY GIRL" and an arrow leading to another room. I walked into this room, which was considerably smaller than the previous, and on a pillar in the centre of the room, was a satin red cushion, on which, sat an open red box, which contained the most gorgeous ring I'd ever seen in my life! Platinum, with a princess cut ruby in the centre, surrounded by eight small 28 caret diamonds. I picked up the box, and followed yet another petal arrow into a room, in which was an amazing four poster bed, with red drapes and silk sheets. Show Me Heaven, my favourite love song, was playing on the stereo, and sat on the bed, was Paul. As I entered the room, with the ring in its box in my hand, Paul stood up, and walked over to me. "Are you serious?" I asked "Izzy, I've never been more serious of ANYTHING in my life. I love you so much I can't find the words to describe it. Time and time again, I've told you, but never have I been able to let you know just how much I love you". I smiled, and he picked the box up out of my hand, then, kneeling on the floor he added "Isabelle Hoyland, I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I wasn't alive until you were in my life, and I'll die if you leave it. Will you marry me?" I looked at him, kneeling on the floor, with the ring in his hand, and was so full of love I could have passed out. "Of course I will Paul! Yes, Yes, Yes a thousand times!!" Putting the ring on my finger, he stood up and kissed me. "Izzy, I love you!" he whispered, his voice full of love. "I love you too, Paul" I replied, falling into his arms. He kissed my forehead and together we admired how good my hand looked with the ring. "How did you manage this all?", I looked at him. "I had a little help, I hope you liked it" He kissed my forehead again, and a shiver went down my spine. "Paul, I loved it, but I'd have loved it even if you'd done it while we were having a picnic at home, or while we were watching TV" "Izzy, I wanted you to know how much I love you. Nothing is too good for you, you'll always have the best of everything. I love you" I laughed and kissed him. "I love you too". "Oh, I nearly forgot..." He said, and walked out of the door. Looking back, he said "wait here for me". I nodded, and walked over to the bed. Sitting down on it, it was the most comfortable bed I had ever been on. Deciding now was the perfect time to try on some of the lingerie Paul had bought me, I went to the ensuite bathroom. I heard him come into the bedroom and call my name. "I'm just freshening up" I called to him. He was sat on the bed, pouring two glasses of champagne, with his back to the bathroom door as I re-entered the bedroom. "Iz", he began, turning to face me, "I brought us some..." His mouth dropped. "Wow" he said quietly. I could tell he was turned on by seeing the lingerie finally on me. I walked over to him, and kissed him gently on the lips, sitting on his knee. "You look... wow..." he said, kissing me. I took one of the champagne glasses off him, and sipped it. "I love you", he told me, kissing me with such passion, I needed him! Taking both champagne glasses, I sat them on the table near our bed, and moved from Paul's knee to the floor. I took off his shoes and socks. While kissing him, I began unbuttoning his shirt, as he lay down on the bed. I kissed his chest and felt his heart beating with such emotion, it made me need him more. He began stroking the back of my neck, one of those little spots he knows turns me on, and I began unbuckling his belt, and he pulled me back down for a kiss so full of passion and love it seemed to last for eternity. Finally, his trousers were off, and he lay on the bed, in nothing but his boxers, me sat on him in the red lingerie he'd bought me. I leant down to kiss me, and he rolled us over so he was on top. "I love you" I looked up at him, so full of emotions. "Izzy" he began, "I.." "What?" I looked at him, longing for him. "You've made me the happiest man in the world. I need you, Iz" "I need you too" I pulled him down to kiss me, and fireworks exploded inside me. He ran his fingers from my lips, to my neck, which he caressed in a way he knew would make me want him more. Moving his fingers lower, he came to the top of the corset, I was wearing. Ripping it open he began caressing my breasts with his lips, as I played with the hair on the back of his neck. His hands found my suspenders and he pulled them off. His lips moved down my body, towards my navel where he kissed me and carried on. He reached my g-string and took it off, kissing me, as I took off his boxers. He brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me. I looked at him, full of anticipation and hope. "I love you". "I love you too, Princess" he kissed me, his hands finding my breasts. They were cold. I tensed. "What's wrong?" I smiled, and replied "Cold". He laughed and continued playing with my nipples, kissing me again. His lips moved to take the place of his hands on my nipples, and his hands moved lower. He was rhythmically licking my nipples, when his finger found my clit. He kept up the rhythm on my nipples, and applied it to my clit, as I wriggled beneath him, so full of pleasure I was sure I was in heaven. It got too much, and I grabbed the headboard with both my hands. I felt him go hard. He stopped suddenly, teasing, and looked at me with love, and lust, and passion all mixed together, his eyes hungry for me. I pushed him up and went down on him. As the tip of my tongue met the base of his dick, he whispered "I love you Izzy". Slowly, I ran my tongue in a sprial up to the tip of his dick, he gasped in pleasure and began playing with my hair. "Mrs Robinson" he said, full of love, as I rose to kiss him. I smiled and kissed him again. He pulled me into him, and we lay in an embrace for, what felt like, hours. I listened to his heartbeat, and with every beat, I loved him more. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, his arms wrapped around me, as if he was afraid to lose me. "Isabelle..." he began. I tried to look at him, but he held me so tightly, I could do nothing but lie on him, "I love you so much, I never want to lose you". I relaxed in his arms, and replied "Paul, you're never going to lose me. I promise you that", and kissed his chest. I felt him relax, and I rolled off him. He propped his head up on his hand, and looked at me. I kissed him passionately and pulled him on top of me. We looked into each others eyes, and suddenly, his lips met my neck. He kissed it and my head sunk into the pillow. As his lips met mine, I felt him enter me. I gasped a little, for the sheer feeling of pleasure it gave me, being connected to him in such a way, and he kissed me again. He began playing with my hair as he thrust, my breathing became unpredictable, and I kissed him. "I love you," he whispered in my ear, and he thrust harder and harder, I began breathing heavily and a small "Oh" escaped my lips. He kissed my neck as he hit my g-spot, a feat no other man has ever managed, and I moaned louder. He kissed me on the lips, gently, but so full of passion. I screamed with pleasure as he hit it harder and harder, giving me multiple orgasms of complete pleasure and love.I felt him come inside me as he kissed me, the feeling of his tongue caressing mine, added to the pleasure. He rolled off me, and we both panted and waited for our breathing to get back to normal. He looked at me and said "That...was... a..amazing... I love... you... Izzy". "I....love...you...too" I replied as I caught my breath. He pulled me in for another embrace and I let him take complete control of my body. He took my hand in his, and began playing with my fingers. "I love these fingers", he whispered in my ear, and slowly put one in his mouth, the hand with the ring on rested on his hands, which were rested on my stomach. He kissed the top of my head. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds he was making. His breathing had slowed down, but his heart was still racing. I rolled off him, and he lay on his back. I took the glasses of champagne off the table and gave one to him. "To Us" I said, finishing off what was left in my glass. He did the same, and I kissed him, the taste of freshly drunk champagne on his breath. I needed him again, and I could tell he wanted the same. I placed the glasses back and straddled him. He looked up at me, and put his hand on my cheek. "You're amazing" he pulled me down to kiss him. While he played with my nipples with his fingers, I kissed him so passionately, to show him how much I loved him, more than life, the universe and everything, and I felt him go hard again. I mounted his dick, and he grabbed my hips. I moved up and down. "Oh IZZY!" he panted, and began moving me by my hips. As we moved together, passion shot up and down my spine, and I moaned loudly, which made him move me faster. As I orgasmed, he panted harder. Sparks of love flew between us, and the heat of the room intensified, along with the pleasure. I dug my nails into his chest as he moved my hips. We came together and I collapsed on top of him incomplete orgasmic pleasure. He held me in his arms, as I shuddered. We sat in each others arms, for half an hour, telling each other how much we loved each other. I began to fall asleep, as he held my body, and kissed my cheek. We drifted off into the perfect world, side by side against life. Paul and Izzy, in love forever.