His Marriage Demand

by Fiona Murphy

  “Don’t call her a bitch, I wanted to kiss her on the mouth when she sent it to me. I came in, sure I was nonchalant when I asked how things were going for both of you for the night, because she was alone at the desk. Her look told me that I wasn’t fooling anyone. She said you weren’t working, it was her and Reese. She asked me to confirm my cell phone number. When I got in the elevator she sent me the picture. The next day I had it blown up and put in the frame.”

  “Oh, Drake, Latisha isn’t the bitch I am. She caught me cutting the picture of you out of the paper at work two days before she took it. She set me up, made it seem like she was checking out her new phone.”

  “You have no idea how often I held that picture in my hand, wishing it was you instead.”

  “Ditto, you didn’t see it beside the bed because I knew you were coming over. I hid it before you got there. Drake, were we obvious or oblivious to how obvious we were?”

  “Good question. I think it’s oblivious, though.”

  I’m nodding, definitely oblivious.

  He nudges the bag at me, “Although I love how quickly you’ve grown easy at being naked, I’m dying to see you in one of these. Look in the bag, I may have gone a little overboard. You will eventually wear all of them, some of them for even more than five minutes at a time.”

  I’m blushing as I look down and realize I’m naked. I’m surprised by how comfortable I am being with Drake naked. I pull out beautiful silk and satin negligees and bra and panties sets. Excitement at how pretty and delicate everything is has me gasping at nearly everything. I can’t take it anymore and upend the bag. With a little thud, a box falls out. My eyes grow wide as I pick it up to look at it. Wet heat soaks my pussy in anticipation. My smile grows as wide as my eyes.

  “Perfect, so fucking perfect. I know it’s a little scary, that’s why I bought these. The smallest one will loosen you up, so you’ll be used to having something there. Then I’ll put the second larger one inside your sweet little ass and be inside your pussy and you’ll come so hard you’ll scream. Then I’ll be able fuck your ass and you’ll come, baby, I promise you.”

  “I know I will, as long as it’s your cock inside me, I’ll come.” I pull him down to me.

  “We’ll do negligees next time. Right now I need the taste of your pussy on my tongue.”

  Pressing me down on the bed with his body, his mouth is skimming down my body; his fingers are already there. Teasing me, pushing deep inside, then moving, and inside me again, and again. When he stops, I can’t breathe and my body shakes.

  “I know, sweetheart, just one minute.” I hear him opening the box and in anticipation of what’s coming, I’m trembling from need.

  Moving to the bedside table, he pulls out a little bottle. “Lube, sweetheart, finally being used on a living breathing wet dream instead of my cock as I jacked off to your picture.”

  He laughs as I blush at his words, “Really?”

  “Really, you might not have known what you were missing. I did, and damn it was hard. Two and half years without was longer than I went after my divorce. If I had known the woman I stopped seeing was going to be last before I met you, I might have kept her around a little longer.”

  The bed is huge, it has to be larger than a regular king. I go to my knees and crawl to his side as he coats the small, clear silicone toy. “How many women did you try having sex with?”

  For once he’s the one blushing, “Too damned many, fuck, you really want an answer?” I nod, smiling as I lick his chest. Loving the way he shudders. “Six, and all of them made me feel like a bastard. Especially the last one. While she was going down on me, she knew what she was doing. Even as I called myself an asshole, I closed my eyes and wanted her to be you. Except she kept saying my name and it wasn’t your sweet, husky voice and I couldn’t pretend anymore. I can’t even remember what I said. I left her place so fast she hadn’t even gotten off her knees.

  You called me arrogant, but I was fucking terrified you’d slip away again, maybe I had gotten it all wrong. I couldn’t take any chances with you. I bought the ring when I went out the next day. Even when I didn’t know Justin wasn’t yours, I wanted to do whatever it took for the both of you to know I was serious.”

  I’m tracing the scary looking tattoo of a dragon in black ink on his bicep. “I wanted to smack you when you pulled the ring out. When you told me I was marrying you, I was opening my mouth to say yes. Until you started talking about it being over. I just couldn’t believe you were saying what you really meant while you were telling me all the right things about Justin being important to the both of us, but no kids, no discussion. It tore me up, I could have you yet I couldn’t have you. For five seconds I hated you so much, I wanted to scream, and tear everything around us apart.” Annoyingly, tears fall, his fingers come up to wipe them away.

  “I know and I’m sorry, it wasn’t my proudest moment. I told myself I was being thoughtful in letting you go so you could have what you wanted, but I wasn’t. Taking it away from you as a real choice, I saw it wasn’t. I went home and I was sure I’d messed up so badly you would never let me near you again.

  That’s when I needed to go see Justin, I felt like I needed to know more about you. Needing to be close to you, even when I knew I shouldn’t be there. I realized just how badly I had fucked up when I met this amazing kid. He’s a good kid because of you. There you were, taking care of a kid while you were still one. You had done it all so right, I couldn’t believe it. Justin being a genius had nothing to do with you, but you nurtured him. You took him to all the places he could learn and expand his mind. A kid knows when he’s resented, he never felt that from you, not for a second.

  While you two don’t look very much alike, all I could think was he was yours. You didn’t do what had to be done, you did what he needed. I remember thinking, she is going to make our kids fucking awesome. Knowing everything, as easily as I changed my mind about marriage when I saw you the second time, I changed my mind about having kids if you wanted them.”

  I’m kissing him down his neck, loving the way he shivers. Then I see it on his back, a massive dragon covering his entire back in a solid black ink. “I had no idea I had a thing for tattoos, why the hell am I wet looking at this tattoo on your back? How did I miss this so far? When did you do this? How long did it take?”

  Drake pushes me back down into the bed, “When I was young and stupid, playing up the Dragon thing. It was in celebration of making my first million all on my own. If you think I’m arrogant now, you would have hated me ten years ago. I was an obnoxious prick, I promise I’ll tell you later. Right now, I’ve been hard for you for so long it’s starting to get painful.”

  His kiss is hungry and the feel of him hard against my stomach tells me how painful. Trying to pull him close, he pulls away almost immediately. “No, sweetheart, not yet. Remember what I told you last night? We’re going to do all the things I dreamed about and we’re going to do them very slowly.”

  Thick fingers find the gush of liquid anticipation at his words and he murmurs his approval as his tongue tastes me slowly. His fingers play in my juices and he slides a finger down to my ass. Gasping at the feeling, I moan for more and Drake pushes into me. The sensation has me greedy for more and I’m pleading. A shiver snakes up my spine as his tongue licks deep while he pushes his finger deeper inside me. It feels so good and my hands are frantically digging into the bed. Pushing my hips up for more, I feel the small, silky toy push inside.

  Hot breath is against my skin, “Any pain, sweetheart?”

  “No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop, Drake.”

  “Perfect.” He whispers, as pushes the toy deeper inside me. My entire focus is on the tingles I feel at the toy inside me. For a moment I forget his mouth until he begins paying attention to my throbbing clitoris. I’m shaking as he begins to work the toy in and out. My body feels like it’s on overload when he pushes it as deep as it will go, and I come with a scream.

  Warm arms are holding me
close as I come down. Pressing close against him, I feel the toy still inside me. “I’ve always heard it was painful and didn’t feel good. It didn’t hurt at all and felt amazing.”

  With a chuckle he holds me tighter, “Not trying to scare you, sweetheart, it’s called a starter kit for a reason. It’s only three inches deep and one inch around. I’m eight and a half inches and almost three inches thick. There’s also the problem many men don’t take care of their women first and make sure she’s ready. They think a little lube and they’re good. A common misconception for men is we’re always ready to go so we forget it takes more than few kisses for you to be ready.”

  “So, what woman taught you that?” I ask, as I slide a finger over his lips.

  “The third woman I was with. Like I mentioned before, I’ve always looked older and women came easily. I’m lying in bed happy and feeling pleased with myself, not realizing she was extremely unhappy. When she told me just unhappy, I apologized while admitting my age and lack of experience. After I calmed her down because she freaked out over committing statutory rape, she decided she would help the women in my future. It was a very long and informative night.”

  “I want to find her and kiss her with my thanks.” I murmur, as I press my lips against his.

  “What about me?” He asks as he presses me back into bed. Pulling out the toy, he takes out a bigger toy from the box.

  “I’m already kissing you with my thanks.” A devilish smile is his only answer as he pushes the larger toy inside me. Sucking in air at the feel of it inside me, my pussy is aching with emptiness. So good, it feels so damned good. “How big is this one? It feels bigger and better.”

  “Four inches deep and an inch and half around, and when you say things like that I don’t know how I don’t come all over you without being inside you.”

  A moan escapes me, “It’s all the way inside me now?” He nods, “Then come inside me now.”

  “So fucking perfect.” Is a whisper against my neck as he moves over me. He thrusts into me hard and deep and it’s everything I need and more.

  “Yes, just like that but harder.” I choke out.

  “Perfect.” The word is a growl in my ear. Neither of us can say anything for long agonizing minutes as he moves in and out of me with hard, pounding thrusts.

  My orgasm slams into me and I scream his name. His mouth covers mine to hold it in. Then he’s moaning into my mouth as he comes inside me. He falls on me heavily and I wrap my arms around him, to hold him close. We lay together for long minutes before he moves off me. I groan my disapproval at the loss of him.

  “I’m too heavy, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have lain on you for so long, I just couldn’t move.” Lips press into my temple while pulling me close.

  “Drake?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Can you be honest and not say what you think is reassuring?”

  “Of course.”

  “Do you think it’s weird, or I’m a slut, for liking sex so much? I mean, just last night I’d never done it before, and now it feels like I can’t get enough of it or you.”

  Drake rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. “I have a thousand smart remarks I could make right now. I want you to know you’re killing me by being so serious and I know I have to be, too.

  Number one, remember how last night I said you being wet was biology? It wasn’t a joke, to keep the world and a woman making babies easily and comfortably you get wet so you can take me deep. You being extremely wet just tells me, you want me as badly as I want you. For men, sex is holding hands and really, for a woman it used to be the same thing, but now you women have all these rules you hold onto, telling you bullshit things about how you should be and not what you want to be.

  Number two, we went way too slowly, then very fast, and there hasn’t been any hand holding or snuggling on the couch so you get the closeness you need to make you feel safe in our love. Now, you’re greedy for what has felt good and safe and that happens to be us making love.

  Number three, an orgasm just feels fucking good. The brain responds to an orgasm in the same way it responds to a shot of heroin. That’s why I am so addicted to the smell and taste of you already. Plain and simple, who wouldn’t want to feel good? Also, when it’s with someone you care about it, it feels even better.

  Number four, as much as it pains me to say this, eventually all this craving will wane. It won’t go away, but being away from each other for eight or nine hours a day won’t be torture. We’ll still make love with hungry need. Sometimes, we’ll just make love with slow thorough knowledge of all the things we both need. Then we’ll roll over and sleep until one of our screaming children wakes us. That’s why it’s called the honeymoon period. This binds us together. This way, when I see a beautiful woman walk by, I’ll recall all the ways you are better than she could ever be in our bed, and outside of it.”

  “You really are brilliant. I’m thinking I’m going to be the odd one out in this family, as I’m sure our children won’t dare be anything but brilliant too.” I muse, as I run my hand down his chest.

  “Never, you’ll be the glue holding us all together. I don’t like you selling yourself short. Charlie mentioned no one had ever moved up as fast as you did in just six years. You are very intelligent, you just haven’t had the freedom to exercise it. I was a spoiled rich boy who was given everything I wanted, when I wanted. For ten months I was fascinated with the inner workings of clocks. That was all it took for me and my mother to be sent off to Geneva to learn about the inner workings. I learned German there because of the bodyguard hired to run us around the city. I discovered computers, and off I went to Silicon Valley, this time with my father.

  Justin was lucky to have you, you tested him and you went to the library, what was it? I think he said every weekend for almost a year? Then you took him everywhere you thought would interest him.

  You didn’t have any time but to work and take care of Justin. That’s going to change, you know, right? I’m going to be an arrogant, demanding husband and I don’t want you working. If we’re going to have kids, we’re going to do it right. Most people don’t have the luxury of the mom not working. We do, I want you at home, for them and for me. I’ll cut back my hours and won’t be coming home close to midnight anymore.”

  I don’t bother to hide my smile, he isn’t saying anything I hadn’t already figured out about staying home. It doesn’t bother me, because I love how he knows his days of long nights are over without me asking. I’m moving down his body with wet tongue flicks and kisses, and he’s moaning my name. “Yes, Drake. Whatever you say, Drake. Are you ready to fuck my ass now?” I ask, the moment before I suck his thickening cock into my mouth. I’m shocked, I still think of the taste of us combined on him is sweet. I had wondered if it was the newness of it, but I’m hungry for more and lick greedily where I can’t take him deep moaning with dislike as he pulls me up and away from him.

  “Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. I love you on your hands and knees. I’ve watched your sweet little ass swaying as you walked in front of me for years, dying to touch you here. Thick and soft, here and at your beautiful breasts, and your waist is so small. I bought the lube because there would be nights when once or twice wasn’t enough as I pictured you here with me.”

  He slips his fingers inside me and circles my clitoris until I’m moaning. Pulling out the toy, my body feels lost without it. Until I feel him, thick and hard pushing into me. His other hand is guiding him into me and I feel the slick, lightly cold lube on him. Even though I’m a little scared, I press back into him, opening to him. A shaky breath escapes me. Drake was right, the toys are very different from the real, thick, and shocking burning heat of him.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Slow, you can take me.” Drake is playing with my clitoris again and I push against him for more. He’s pressing past the tight ring and I moan at the pain. Before I can take another breath it’s gone and only pressure is left. Heat is building, my body
is accepting him, easier than I thought possible.

  “Drake, oh my fucking god, more please, please more.” I’m pleading as I press back. Both his hands move to my hips, controlling his movement.

  “Slow, sweetheart, almost there. I know, I know.” His fingers are digging into my hips. I push my face into the pillow, fighting back the scream for more.

  He’s still going too slowly as he pushes in. Finally, he’s there. I feel his skin against mine and there’s no hint of pain. He isn’t moving, just letting me take in the feel of him. I feel thick and full, full of him, as if there isn’t anywhere I don’t feel him. It feels achingly right, as if the only place he belongs is inside me. I want to scream, I want to cry, a riot of emotion is overflowing inside me until I feel like I’m floating away, more; I want more. Talking isn’t something I can do, so I move, asking for what I can’t vocalize. Knowing exactly what I’m asking for he begins to move. So damned slow, he moves out just a few inches before thrusting back inside. I moan my need for more. My plea is ignored. He keeps up a slow and steady thrusting, just a little farther out each time, then slowly back inside me. Gradually, he’s beginning to move faster and I’m crying out for more. I’m begging, but he’s in control and driving me out of my mind. As he begins to pull out again, instinctively, my body clings and clenches to keep him inside me. His swear is a low growl, and need has me doing it again, and again.

  “Damn it, Ria, I am trying to take care of you.”

  “Then don’t make me beg.” I reply as I squeeze him again. His control is gone now.

  No longer gentle, he’s thrusting deeply and fiercely in and out of me. I lose all strength in my arms and push back against him as I cling to the mattress. Unlike before, there is no warning, one moment I’m moaning for more, the next my orgasm hits me as if it’s a half-ton train going eighty miles an hour. I scream his name again, and again.