by Mia Madison
Despite what he said, I made a little show of slowly reaching behind me and undoing the clasp, keeping my arms tight against my sides to keep the cups in place. Charles growled as I held it up, stepping forward to impatiently tug it off my body.
“That’s better. Are you sore today?” he asked with concern, caressing the undersides and making my nipples tighten with need.
“Just a little.”
“I’ll be gentle then.”
Charles lifted me by the hips and stepped back until his knees hit the edge of the mattress, sitting down and bringing me onto his lap. It was the perfect angle for him to bring a nipple to his lips and he licked all around it before finally sucking the tight bud into his mouth.
“Charles,” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Charles—your glasses.”
He popped off and removed the thick black frames, tossing them behind him before resuming his ministrations. I moaned and ground my hips against him, shuddering when I felt how stiff he already was for me.
Even after months together, I was still often surprised by both his stamina and his desire for me. Part of me couldn’t believe my good fortune—though Charles often said the same thing in regard to me.
It really warmed my heart that he felt the same way. Regardless of how my parents were going to react—he was the one. Nothing would tear us apart.
“Up, up,” he ground out, shifting until he had somehow gotten my back to the mattress and started pushing me up so he could crawl between my legs. “Spread wide for me.”
I opened my legs as far as they could go, gasping when he immediately dove down and licked all the way up my slit. He hummed in approval of how wet I already was and I screamed when he flicked his tongue against my clit and pressed down hard.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, twisting my fingers in his hair. “Please, Charles.”
He licked my pussy the same way he fucked me—like he was dying of starvation and I was the only thing that could possibly sustain him. He sucked my clit and thrust a single finger inside, pushing back and forth in time with the flicks of his tongue.
Charles often took pleasure in edging me, but today he seemed to be content with making me come as quickly as possible. He didn’t let up either—even as I screamed his name to the ceiling and writhed around on the bed, he kept his finger moving and slid in a second and third to keep pumping.
When my cries quieted down and the only sound in the room was my labored breaths and the wet noise his fingers made while moving in and out, he returned his tongue to my sensitive bundle of nerves.
Going for the gold, I thought as my whole body jolted with pleasure.
Ever since Charles learned that every orgasm after the first came easier than the last for me, he’d made it a mission to give me at least two orgasms every time we had sex. Work sometimes tired us out to the point where we just couldn’t manage it—not to mention my occasional morning sickness—but he always tried.
His devotion to ensuring my pleasure was another thing I could hardly believe even though it went both ways. It certainly wasn’t a hardship to please him.
I came a second time with a startled grunt and a long moan—slightly less intense than the first, but still enough to make my whole body shake. As I shakily tried to steady my breathing, Charles climbed up the bed and kneeled between my legs, panting heavily as he undid his slacks and took his cock in hand.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want your cock, Charles. Fuck me. Please.”
He put one hand under my thigh to raise my hips slightly off the bed as I reached up and tugged at the buttons on his shirt. He reluctantly let go of his cock to assist me, his hot shaft rubbing tortuously against my oversensitive clitoris as he shifted around while taking his shirt off.
“You should never wear a shirt,” I whispered as I ran my fingers down his pecs and to his six pack. “At least not at home. No one but me can see this.”
“I take it there won’t be any beach vacations in our future?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I suppose that’d be okay. I’ve got this adorable little string bikini that I—”
He cut me off my leaning down to seal our lips together, his tongue pushing into my mouth and possessively dominating my own.
He broke for air and gave me a thunderous look as he breathed, “Screw the beach. But feel free to walk around the house in your tiny bikini. Just don’t expect to not get fucked if you do.”
As if he were trying to illustrate his point, he pulled his hips back just the right amount to line himself up and pushed his massive length deep into my walls, bottoming out with a low groan and a full-body shudder.
“You’re mine. Bikinis are only for me.”
I hid my smile against his shoulder and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
His reaction was instantaneous. He grunted and pulled back, fucking me in earnest while I clung to him and held on for dear life. While he loved it when I got smart with him, I knew how much it drove him wild to see me submissive.
And in my experience—nothing made me come harder than when he fucked me hard with a possessiveness I’d never experienced. It was like he was purposely trying to ruin me for other men.
Mission definitely accomplished.
When I let out a particularly high-pitched mewl, signaling yet another orgasm right on the horizon, Charles pulled his head back just enough to look me in the eye.
“You love this. You love being taken like you’re my own personal sex toy.”
“Yes! God, I fucking love it,” I deliriously cried, feeling tears welling behind my eyes as the heat spread.
“And you love it when I talk like this. When I tell you how you’ve got the hottest, tightest little pussy I’ve even felt. How every time I look at you, all I can see is that sexy face you make when I bury my cock deep inside you and unload. That’s what I’m always so fucking hard around you.”
Ever since our fight, Charles had made a great attempt to be totally and completely honest with me. Every day he seemed to share more and more. Some days, what he told me made my heart open further to him.
On days like today, it made my legs open wider.
“Keep… talking,” I forced out, so close to the edge that I could barely speak.
“I—Fuck, I can’t,” he groaned, his head falling forward and his eyes sliding shut. “God, Finley. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“YES!” I cried as it finally hit. And holy fuck, it hit hard.
Charles let out a surprised, but ecstatic groan as I quite literally flooded both him and the bed beneath me.
“You squirted again. Fuck yes. Baby, I—” he broke off with a strangled groan, his hips jerking once more before he buried himself so deep I could feel the head hit my cervix. A long, low groan rose from his throat as he spilled inside of me, his body jerking with every spurt.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, a short laugh of disbelief following his words. “I think we’re going to need to change the sheets.”
“Again,” I mumbled.
“I’m not complaining,” Charles said with a sleepy smile, turning his head up and kissing me softly. “I really can’t describe how good it feels when you do that. For both my ego and my cock.”
“Happy to oblige,” I said, laughing lightly before an unstoppable yawn cut me off. “I’m sleepy.”
“We can take a nap. I’ll set the alarm.”
“That sounds fantastic, but I think we should probably shower instead. Maybe put on a pot of coffee.”
He nodded and hopped off the bed, narrowly managing to save his glasses before I rolled on top of them. I gave him a sheepish smile before I strolled to the bathroom to start the shower while he stripped the sheets off the bed and took them down to the laundry room.
I was already under the spray when he joined me a few minutes later, his cock twitching with interest as he watched me lathering up my hair. He stepped into the shower behind me in silence, reaching for my favorite body wash
and my poof ball, happily washing my body while his stiffening cock pressed tantalizingly against my lower back.
“Again? You’ll make us late.”
“Can’t help it,” he whispered, his lips lowering to my neck. “You make me hard all the time. This doesn’t help.”
His hands slid to my slightly protruding stomach, cradling me and his unborn child tenderly as he continued to kiss my neck.
“I love you, baby.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
After he helped to finish clean me, he allowed me to assist him with a lazy smile fixed on his lips. He insisted on cleaning his cock himself and I found myself transfixed by the sight of his strong hand soaping up the hard length with slow, thorough pumps.
“This turn you on, too?”
“Oh yeah. But—”
“We’ll be late. I know. Something to consider later, though.”
“I still have my vibrator.”
Charles groaned and squeezed the head of his cock so hard that even I winced. He took a long, slow breath before releasing himself, patting me on the ass before he said, “Get out of here, baby. The water’s about to get very cold.”
I laughed as I hopped out and grabbed one of the large fluffy towels to dry off. I heard him yelp as the water got cold and stifled a snort. By the time he was done, his erection had gone down and I was completely dry.
“No,” he groaned, covering his eyes with one hand and shooing me away with the other. “I just got this thing under control. I can’t see you naked again.”
“I’m going!” I called out as I skipped out of the room and headed over to where my sweater had landed after I took it off.
“Thank you!”
I dressed my upper body first and frowned when I located my panties and lifted them off the floor. There was no way I was putting that pair back on.
I walked into the closet to grab another pair when something I hadn’t noticed before grabbed my attention.
Charles had come into the closet last to finish grabbing a set of clothes for our overnight trip to my parent’s house. Apparently, when he had grabbed his suitcase from the upper part of the closet, the rest of the items had toppled over in a domino effect.
Had it not been for the light blue bag balancing precariously on the edge of the shelf, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed. But Tiffany blue was a color that made a girl do a double-take.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, unable to stop myself from dashing over to the shelf and standing up on my tiptoes to grab it. I peeked into the bag and my heart sank when I saw that it was empty. “What the hell?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing!” I shouted, spinning around and trying to hide the bag behind my back. But the unamused expression on his face told me I’d been busted. “I’m sorry, all right? I saw the bag and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“There’s nothing in it,” he said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
“I see that,” I muttered, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “I shouldn’t have looked anyways. God knows how long this has been up there—you could have bought something for your mom or an ex-girlfriend or—”
“Or the item that was in the bag could be in my pocket right now.”
I paused mid-ramble, blinking at him numerous times. “Is… Is it?”
“It is.”
“Is it a ring?”
Charles smile was tight, but he tipped his head forward in confirmation. “Yes.”
“OH MY GOD!” I screamed, running to him and hopping into his arms. “Oh my God. You bought me a ring? When are you going to propose? Is it a secret? Why didn’t you—”
Charles pressed a finger to my lips and shot me a look that could only be described as exhausted. When I realized how intrusive I was being about something he had obviously wanted to be a surprise, guilt began to dampen my mood.
“Oh, don’t do that, baby. Don’t frown. Yes—I bought a ring to propose,” he said, smiling at me when my own smile returned. “I just need to ask for your father’s permission first.”
And just like that, the smile dropped.
“We’re never going to get married if that’s the case,” I said dryly as I attempted to break free from his grip.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he chided, holding me firmly against him. “I said ask. As a polite formality. But I’ll be proposing to you soon, regardless of what he says.”
“You promise?”
“I do.”
With a grin, I smacked him on the chest. “That’s my line.”
“Well, technically your line is yes. Which we’ve already covered extensively today.”
“Smart ass.”
“You love it.”
“I love you.”
The look in his eyes softened and he reached up to cup my chin, letting out a content sigh before he leaned down to kiss me.
“You make it very difficult to keep my word and not propose right here.”
“In the closet? Nah. I’d rather wait and see what you have planned.”
“Assuming I survive meeting your father.”
“I’ll protect you, I swear.”
Charles took my hand in his and we left the closet with our fingers laced together. As I double checked that I had everything I needed, Charles said, “It’ll be nice to see your sister again.”
“Yeah. She really liked you, by the way. I’m sure she’ll help keep you alive.”
“It makes a man very nervous when you say that so seriously,” Charles humorlessly noted. “Your father isn’t a hunting man, is he?”
“Thankfully not. No guns in the house. Plenty of knives, though.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, a slow grin appearing on my lips that made his eyebrow cock up in a silent question.
“How about a bargain?” I asked.
“Color me intrigued.”
“I’ll agree to stay at a hotel for the night like you originally wanted…. if you let me get a sneak peek at the ring.”
Charles sucked his lower lip into his mouth as he considered it, his hand dipping into his pocket and toying with what I now knew was the ring box. After a long moment, he stepped forward and produced the box, holding it before me in his open palm. But when I reached out to crack it open, he balled his fist around it.
“I agree with one caveat.”
“What’s that?”
“If you take a peak now, you have to say yes.”
Without hesitation, I pried his fingers from the box and opened each side. I gasped at the sight of the massive diamond that rested inside, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Deal.”
Charles’ smile entranced me even more than the sparkling diamond. It truly was love at first sight.
The End
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