Jesus. I’m barely hanging on. “Thank you.”
She turns my hand over. Laying her tiny fingers against my huge ones. Reminding me of the physical differences between us as well as emotional.
Only inches from my twitching cock. Please god I almost fucking cry like a pansy ass when she moves back up my arm and strokes over my stomach. Lower and lower. Grazing the edge of my pants with her pinky, where the head of my dick bobs from her nearness. Painfully restrained by my boxer briefs. She meets my gaze again. “Is it okay?”
Fuck yes. I can barely speak through gritted teeth I’m wound up so tight. “If you want.”
All it takes is for her fingertips to breach my waistband and my hips jerk up. Searching for the ecstasy her proximity drives us to seek. A pink tipped finger gingerly rubs the crown and my fist instantly balls. Craving to touch her, touching me, touching my cock. Awkward with my two layers of clothes, she slides her hand back. Timid to go too far. Fuck that. I fight to keep my voice calm and level. “I’ll take them off, if that’s okay.”
“Yes.”
A whisper so soft I barely hear the approval. But she definitely agrees. As slow and cautious as she is, I sit up and then stand. No sudden movements or rush. I refuse to scare her again. Mesmerized, she razor focuses on my hands sliding down the fabric. And my feet kicking off my clothes. And my cock bouncing against my stomach.
My mind fills with visions of her losing the sheet, crawling to me on all fours, and letting me fuck that luscious mouth while I twist her hair around my fist. I can’t think of anything else. I almost can’t fucking stand the temptation.
But I do. For her. Because I fucking love her and won’t fuck this up. Instead, I keep my mouth fucking shut while she clutches the cover tighter to her body. A defense mechanism I totally hate but completely understand. I watch while her trembling hand reaches for me. Slower than I thought humanly possible until she drags her finger through the cum already pooling on the tip. Jesus Christ. I can’t hold back the hiss between my teeth when she strokes the head. I win the battle to keep from moaning until she wraps her fingers around my shaft and tugs down over the taut skin.
Fuck me hard. A growl rips through my chest from sheer pleasure. “Damn angel. That feels so good.”
She startles and cowers a little from my voice. Which I need to fix in a fucking hurry. “It’s okay to talk. We don’t have to be quiet in bed.”
No words come, but I almost do when she pumps me again. My thighs ram into the side of the mattress in an effort to get as close to her as possible. Over and over she works me. Tentative but still fucking glorious. “I jacked off like this almost every day since I met you. Imagining it was you touching me instead. But this is so much better than I ever dreamed.”
Surprise flickers in her eyes before the flames burst into an inferno that I think is fucking lust. Pleased that I was thinking of her. Wishing that it was her pleasuring me. Desire bolts through my pulsing body like lightening when she clutches me harder, and I’m so close. So fucking close. No turning back. I have to get off. I fucking have to.
I coil around her grasp on me and mimic her motion, adding a bit more force and pressure. She doesn’t seem to mind my guidance from what I can tell. Just a fierce concentration lining her exquisite face until I can’t watch her anymore. My eyes clench shut when my balls seize up, and I jerk taut as I explode onto my chest. Thick, hot torrents gurgling up only to stream back down over my fist. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
I entwine her fingers when she starts to pull away and force my eyes open. “That was amazing princess.”
A rapid flush pinks her cheeks before she glances at our coupled hands. Too shy to hold my gaze despite holding my cock.
“I wanted you to like it.”
“I did. I loved it.” She lights up from my praise. A genuine smile crossing her face. Never faltering even as I bend down to kiss her. Both of us still clutching my sated dick when I meet her lips. “Thank you angel.”
Once she relaxes against the pillows, I nod toward the bathroom. “I’m going to clean up real quick and then I’ll be right back.”
I grab my clothes off the floor and hustle to the sink. If I was by myself, I’d just swipe off the stickiness with a towel and toss the mess into the hamper. But for her, I want to be clean and respectful. Damn, I really am a pussy. I scrub myself with hot water before I pull on my joggers again. Ready to love her however she wants me to.
The contentedness she instilled in me vanishes the second I return to the bedroom. She curls onto her side, a drowsy smile gracing her relaxed face. Untroubled as she watches me.
Except that she lies on the god damn fucking floor.
“Good night. Sweet dreams.”
I almost ask but I don’t have to. That god damn fucking motherfucker. Instead, I stride to her and force a smile, holding out my hand. “Up here princess. You’re in the bed with me.”
Uncertainty knits her eyebrows. “But I take up too much room. I’ll disturb you while you sleep.”
Fuck the everliving fuck. That bastard would fuck her and then shove her onto the floor with those stupid bullshit reasons. “Nope, I can’t sleep without you.”
“Okay.”
She complies from my authoritative tone, yet doesn’t seem to trust the sincerity behind my words.
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m more than sure.” I lift up the bedspread and point to the mattress, making her blush again as she climbs in and scoots over. “Good girl.” I follow behind her and drag her to me once my ass hits the sheets. Fuck that hanging off the edge shit to appease that fucking lying bastard’s excuses. She’s mine now, and my princess cuddles with me.
My arm and leg drape over hers to prove I mean what I say. She’s not going anywhere unless she wants to. Never leaving because she thinks she has to. I guess she agrees. Her lips press against my shoulder, and I’m instantly rock hard again. Despite my best efforts my cock throbs sheathed between our tangled bodies. Fucking shit if she doesn’t reach down and cup my dick through my pants. Confirming my desire for her.
“You…still want me?”
My mind fucking blows that she would have any doubt. That she could still question my desire for her. “Fuck yes, I want you.” I grind myself into her hand, substantiating my claim. A man’s dick never lies. “Remember what I told you before. I always want you.”
Long hair rustles against the pillow from her confused head shake. “But after what happened…I thought…I was afraid…”
I cup the back of her head and rest my forehead to hers. I can’t be any more clear with my intentions. “I don’t want to frighten you angel. I want to fuck you.”
A shuddering breath blows between her swollen lips, and she nods. “I want you too.”
With her permission, she’s on her back again in a heartbeat. I slowly lift the hem of her tank and she allows me to slide the top off of her. No trembling or uncertainty this time with her naked in my bed. Bare ivory skin underneath my hands. Her glorious body following my strokes. Lifting her amazing tits closer to my mouth as I drag my lips down the vee they create. “Do what feels right. Don’t hold back because of what anyone told you. Take what you need from me.”
Her head bobs when I look up at her, yet she stays motionless. Scared to let go. To feel. To trust. Me or herself. That’s fine. We’ve got all night to show her what she’s been missing. “Touch yourself.”
I lift her fingers to her gorgeous tits, brushing the tips across the taut skin. She giggles, twisting her head side to side, trying to pull her hands away. Her cheeks as gloriously pink as her erect nipples.
“I can’t. It’s…”
Fucking stunning. “It’s what?”
“Embarrassing.”
“You watched me come all over myself like a damn teenager. I think you can let me watch you pleasure yourself. I know you can do it.”
Determination flashes in her wide eyes. Accepting my challenge. Answering my dare. There’s my princess. She wants
to please, but by god she’s going to please herself too.
Timid at first she brushes our coupled fingers softly in small circles. Fucking magnificent her gaze never drops from mine. Demonstrating once again how fucking brave and resilient I know she is. Can’t survive what she’s lived through and not be tough. Soon she cups her plump breasts. Messaging deeper and deeper into the thick flesh. Fuck she’s sexy. I’m fucking done when she tugs at the hardened nubs. My hand falls away from hers, and I start working my own dick. Keeping time with each pull. “Fuck angel. You’re fucking beautiful.”
The first hint of uncertainty lines her forehead as she watches me stroke my cock. As if I’m doing her job. Which I’ll let her get back to whenever she wants. But first I need to do my work for her. “How does it feel?”
“Good but not as good as when you do it.”
It’s on. “Then let me take over.”
Fuck me if she keeps going. Her hips lifting. Her slender thigh rubbing against my leg. Directing me where she needs me. I’m going to give her exactly what she wants. I release my dick and tease her clit instead. Flicking the rosebud with my thumb. A shocked cry echoes in the quiet air. “You like that?”
“Y-yes. Please yes.”
Fuck she’s panting now. “Yeah, I thought so.” I stroke lower and curl a finger inside. Just the tip. Coating the edge with her wetness and slowly glide inside. I guess she really does like my touch more than her own. Her hands fly from her tits to my forearm guiding me as I probe farther into her dripping pussy.
Her back arches up and she starts to thrash with the pressure building. Her body begging for more. “Roman please…”
No woman has ever called me by my real name when I was fucking them. I’ve never cared about one enough to tell them. I can’t hold back. My fingers aren’t enough. I have to be inside her. I spread her essence on my dick, gliding the head between her folds. Already drenched with her desire. I cup her face, forcing her eyes to meet mine. Heavy with desire, they glow with anticipation. “Let me make love to you, Viviana.”
As amazing as all of this feels, I need to catch a breath and slow the fuck down. I can’t lose us in this frenzy. Can’t pressure her or give her anything to regret. I must have her consent. Please fucking god let her consent. Her cheek nuzzles my palm, answering before her lips part.
“Yes.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I drop to my forearm and guide myself inside her while her arms coil around my neck. Meeting resistance from her small body, I pause and press my lips to her delicate ear. Needing to assure myself I’m not breaking my promise regarding her fearful question earlier. “Am I hurting you angel?”
“No. I just feel…” Her minty breath blows on my neck. “…full.”
“Tell me if I do and everything stops. We’ll go as slow as you need but you’ve got to talk to me.”
Despite her nod to my commanding tone, I wait. Letting her stretch and accommodate me. Giving her any chance to hesitate or protest. She places gentle kisses of approval on my shoulder as I push deeper inside. Inch by inch in her heaven until I’m fully and finally home. Fucking shaking from the battle to restrain my urge to thrust, I find her mouth again. Kissing hard and deep. Angling to take all of her. Fuck me if she doesn’t answer. Her tongue exploring me as thoroughly. Moaning and chasing mine. Panting as I pull away, her breathes singe my skin. I finally take charge now that she’s given herself to me. I tangle her hair and palm her cute ass, curling her head into my neck and engulfing her pussy with my cock. Completely controlling her.
She fucking loves my restrained dominance. Her lips draw across my throat. Sucking me. Marking me. Owning me. Which she already did a long time ago. “I’m yours, princess. Just like you’re fucking mine.”
I’m pounding into her. A fucking crazy man, getting off on her clutching my back. Her mews of pleasure. Her muscles flexing to meet my thrusts. I’m not going to last much longer with this angel accepting my tender affection. Trusting me with her heart and her body. Crying for me as an orgasm rips through her clenching pussy. “I love you Viviana.”
“I love you too.”
That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I explode harder than I ever have before. My cock shooting long and deep into her as her walls milk me for all I have to give. Which is exactly what I wanted. I guess she feels the same when her grip on me only tightens when I soften inside her. Like I’m fucking going anywhere.
I smile against her forehead and give her a firm kiss, before rolling us to our sides. Right back to where we started. Only different. Better. Because now we both know the truth.
“I didn’t know it could be like that.”
She speaks. I stroke over her damp hair. Twisting a long strand around my finger. Both of us glistening from the exertion. “That’s what it should always feel like.”
“When you’re in love.”
My pussy heart doubles a beat from her gratified expression. “Yeah, because we’re in love.”
And, I couldn’t ask for more.
She slumps against me. Exhausted and spent from my third time taking her tonight. I lift my head from her shoulder and check the clock. Well, technically morning I guess. Luckily a couple of more hours until dawn. Because she needs her rest. We’re going to the jewelry store later today. Time to make us official.
I stroke down her tangled hair. The braid falling apart pretty quickly once I got ahold of her last night. She doesn’t seem to mind. Just snuggles in deeper. Nuzzling my palm on her cheek. Sighing against my throat while we float. Drunk on our own cocktail of sex and sweat and satisfaction. Fucking paradise. I think I could stay like this forever.
Until I hear the hint of a snore. I try to keep from chuckling so I don’t wake her up. Who would have thought my tiny princess would be so unladylike. Good, something to tease her about later.
As gentle as I can with her straddling me, I lay her onto the mattress, and she instantly reaches for me. Pink tipped fingers dragging down my chest and stomach. Stirring up my insatiable cock who isn’t ready for the fun to end now that he knows what he’s been missing.
“Roman?”
Damn, if I don’t love her calling me that again. “I’m here angel.” Like I’d ever fucking leave her. I take one last long look at her gorgeous body splayed out for me, and slide down next to her. She coils around me holding on with all her might. A simple act that means so much. “Go back to sleep.”
“Aren’t we going to box?”
Now I really do laugh. My girl’s resilient and persistent. “How about we let the sun come up first before we decide how we spend the day?”
Even with her eyes closed, she smiles a gorgeous smile. Her bliss is contagious, and I can’t hold back my secret. “I’m buying you a ring.”
That wakes her up in a hurry, and she struggles to sit up. “A boxing ring?”
Only Viviana. I pull her back to me. Holding her tighter than I should but can’t seem to stop myself. “No angel an engagement ring. I want to make things between us official.”
It seems impossible with her already huge grin, but I swear she’s never looked happier. “You really mean it?”
“I mean everything I tell you, especially about being my wife.” Fuck me if that word doesn’t make me fully hard. “I want you to pick out what you like since you’ll be wearing it for the rest of your life.”
Almost as if hypnotized, she remains silent. Absorbing everything I tell her.
“We’re going to move all of your stuff in here too. I’m going to call my parents later and invite them over so I can introduce them to my fiancée.”
Finally her lips part and she lets out a knowing giggle. “I guess we do already know what we’re doing today.”
I love her like this. Calm yet playful. Comfortable in my bed and with me. Now that she’s fully awake, we need to celebrate. I nuzzle the side of her throat, sucking on the sweet skin. Welcoming her body arching into mine. “Always right.”
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Distracted and breathless, her voice wobbles while her hands find me. Stroking my cock that’s as deliriously happy as I am. Confirming I can take her again. I sit up, dragging her up with me, and flip her over onto her knees. Moving quickly to curl over her back to keep from frightening her with this new position. “I’m going to take you from behind angel so I can play with that sweet clit of yours while I fuck you.”
“O-okay.”
I guide her small hands to the headboard and curl them around the iron rails. Well aware how weak she is after our long night. “Don’t worry if you can’t hold on. I’ll never let you fall. I will always be here to catch you.”
A sharp gasp blows between her lips from my words in her ear and my hand between her thighs. Already wet as I stroke her. Cupping her pussy so the heel of my palm works her clit while my fingers dip between her folds. Rubbing a spot deep inside that makes her body jolt with the force of a shockwave and a mewl purr in her slender throat. My forearm slides under her bouncing tits, and I position her narrow hips for me to slide in. “Open your legs wider for me princess.”
Immediate compliance from my command. My own voice raspy and thick with need. I can only rub the head of my cock in her essence a few times before I have to push inside. Slow and decadent as her body accepts me and her ass pushes back to my thighs. Seeking all of me. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her. Once I’m fully seated, I thrust deliberate yet unhurried. No need to rush. Not with my future wife who I’m going to fuck every day from now on. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
“Because you love me?”
A sharp stab to my heart from her question. Always needing to confirm since she’s never been loved before and doesn’t quite have the emotion figured out. “Yes, because I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Every. Damn. Time. My resolve crumbles when she utters those words, and I plunge into her. Over and over. Answering her breathless cries of pleasure with my dick buried as far as I can. The force overwhelms her, and she crumples. Unable to keep up with me.
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