by Penny Wylder
“Fuck subtle,” I say, not being too careful with my volume. “I want everyone to know that I just made you come so hard you had to bit your lip to keep from screaming.”
Her eyes widen and she looks around. “Chris, quiet.”
“You’re adorable when you’re embarrassed,” I say, which only makes her blush harder. I lean over and kiss her. It’s a soft kiss, a reminder that I love her. “And I’m sorry that I embarrass you.”
She glares at me, rolling her eyes. “No you’re not.”
“Maybe a little,” I say. “But not so much that I won’t try to get you to fuck me again on this plane.”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and finally gives me a smirk. Leaning forward towards me, she says. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“I’m listening.”
“Keep it in your pants on this plane, and when we get to the hotel,” she lowers her voice, “I’ll give you a blow job so good you won’t see anything but stars for a week.”
My cock goes instantly rock hard, and I swallow. “Deal.”
Scarlett chuckles. She knows me well enough by now to know that I’ll never turn her down when she offers me a blow job, because there’s nothing on this earth that compares to her mouth.
She settles back against the seat, closing her eyes. I take her hand, weaving our fingers together. “I love you, you know.”
Her eyes stay closed, but she smiles. “I love you, too.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous in my life. Scarlett is in the bathroom at our favorite Italian restaurant in the city, and after she stepped away, I pulled a little black box out of my pocket and put it on the table. Scarlett is an observant person. When she comes back from the bathroom she’s going to see the box and she’s going to know right then what’s happening. I can’t imagine her saying no, but I also can’t imagine I deserve to hear her say yes.
The first time I did the engagement thing, I wasn’t nervous. Now I wonder if it’s because I didn’t care about Shelly the way I do Scarlett. She takes my breath away. There’s no part of my life anymore that I can picture without her, and I’m tired of not knowing what her answer will be when I ask. So here it is.
I feel like I’m going to throw up, and we haven’t even gotten our appetizer yet.
Across the restaurant, I see Scarlett emerge from the ladies’ room, and I’ve still never seen anything that is as beautiful as her. She’s wearing her hair in soft waves—down, just the way I like it. Her dress is black, off the shoulders with a plunging neckline that highlights her pale skin and makes her look positively edible. She’s walking across the room to me now, and she’s smiling at me. When she smiles at me like that, I feel like I can conquer the world. As she nears the table, I stand up. Not because I’m going to pull out her chair, but because I’m going to get down on one knee. She comes to a stop in front of me, a confused look on her face. “Chris, are you okay?”
Before I can wonder any further, before I can doubt myself, I sweep the box off the table and drop to one knee. I open the box and show her the ring.
But when I open my mouth to ask her the question, she’s already answered it.
“Yes!”
Our two smiles could light up the entire world.
THE END
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