by Amanda Cowen
Honestly, it doesn’t take much. No matter how many years pass, his smile will always melt my panties off.
I stop, admiring my painting of the Golden Gate Bridge I promised him our freshman year that’s now hanging on the wall behind him, and then look down to toy with him. “Oh, I’m sorry, I won’t wake you up that way ever again. Is that what you’d prefer?” A thrill runs from my chest, down my belly, and between my legs when my mind flashes to the sweet memory of climbing on top of him this morning. I couldn’t resist. He just looked so… perfect.
“So what you’re saying then is that you’d rather be woken up by a beeping alarm instead of my mouth?”
“Maybe,” he teases.
My eyebrows go up, and a smile forms on my mouth. I take a step closer to him. His eyes travel the entire length of my body. “Or that you’d rather shower all alone?”
“Obviously. Who wouldn’t?” he smirks, lying through his teeth.
“Or that you’d rather catch a few extra Zs instead of asking me to do that thing you like?”
He runs a hand along his chin in false contemplation. “Yeah, if it meant making it to the office on time.”
He closes his eyes as I lean in, my lips just grazing his jaw. “So you’d never want me to wake you up to do those very, very dirty things to you ever again?”
He sharply sucks in a breath. “God, I love you so fucking much, Ella.” Mental images of this morning pull me deep into the hungry, achy place I practically live in whenever I am with Ryan. I remember his rough hands, his commanding voice telling me exactly what he wanted me to do. I remember my hands tugging at his hair, my body moving over his for hours, his voice low and begging for my kisses, and harder and faster and more.
“I suppose I could enjoy a few more late mornings,” he admits. “Actually, I may have been more productive than usual today because of your magical mouth.” He kisses me then returns to his computer, smiling as he finishes typing up an email. “Did you bring your costume?”
“It’s in the car.”
“When do you plan on getting changed?” he asks, confused. “I’ve got mine hanging behind the door so I can change before we go.”
“I wasn’t planning on letting you see my costume until we get there.” I strut around the front of his desk just to tease him a little bit more with my backside. “You have to wait.”
“Whatever. Just be prepared to wait in a long bathroom lineup.”
He stands up and gives my butt a playful smack before unhooking his costume bag.
“I’m so excited,” I murmur, leaning into his shoulder. I nod at the costume bag now draped over his arm. “Seeing you dressed up in a black vest and tight pants with riding boots is sooooo sexy.”
“How nerdy of you to be so into costume play.”
“I’m serious. Seeing you transform into a fictional man from a galaxy far, far away may just cause my ovaries to burst.”
“Don’t get too excited just yet.” He kisses my nose and whispers, “My receptionist is here and I am not sending her home early just to bend you over my desk unless you’re in full costume, too.”
“You’re like a Jedi in the streets and a Sith in the sheets, huh?”
He laughs. “Exactly. Are you ready to go?”
I hum, kissing him again. “Yes, let’s go.”
I stare up at him — at the familiar dark lashes and dark brown eyes, at his five o’clock shadow, and at the goofy smile he’s been wearing since I woke him up five hours ago with my mouth on his cock.
“You do realize your costume really isn’t a surprise, right? I know what you’re wearing and who you are dressing up as. You may as well just get changed here,” he suggests.
“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure my costume will blow your socks off.”
He shrugs, clearing a bit of the love-struck gleam in his eyes. “Of course, I’d prefer that we walk into Comic-Con already dressed as Solo and Leia, but I get that you may not want to drive all the way to San Diego in a white robe and with two big-ass buns on either side of your head. I’m just excited we’re finally able to do this, and that you were so willing to get geeky with me.”
“Who said I was wearing a white robe?” I whisper seductively.
He leans in eagerly. “Don’t even tease me with the idea of you dressed as slave Leia unless you mean it.”
“Oh, I mean it. Golden bra and all.”
“Jesus Christ, Ella. If this is your way of celebrating our four-year anniversary—” he murmurs.
“Eight,” I correct, always insisting I was his from that very first day in my dorm room.
“Fine, eight. Then I need you to get changed into that naughty outfit right now so I can have my way with you before we drive anywhere. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I won’t make it.”
My smile straightens, and my eyes move over his face. I kiss him once, and then again. “Your wish is my command,” I pause and bite down on my bottom lip before whispering, “Master.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Fuck. I love you so much. Not only are you the best girlfriend, you’re the best damn friend I’ve ever had. I may just have to marry you.”
I stare up at him, my chest suddenly so tight it’s hard to breathe.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He kisses me. “Probably sooner than later. I just hope you’re ready for it. Four years, I mean eight,” he winks. “I think it’s about time I made you my wife.”
I lean forward and press my nose against his, wrapping my shaking hands around his neck. “I think that would be a pretty good idea.”
THE END