Kara sat straight up in bed so that her nightgown fell back down onto her groin. “One hundred sixty-two—”
“Easy,” Ron whispered.
“What did you tell him?” Kara asked. She couldn’t believe how calm he was about this.
“I put him off, of course. I told him I couldn’t make a decision like that without talking to you.”
“Talking to me?” Kara repeated.
“Of course,” Ron said as he took her left hand in his and slid a ring onto her fourth finger. “I can’t make major decisions about my life without discussing them with my fiancé first.”
Kara stared for a moment at the large diamond sparkling on her hand in the dim illumination offered by the flashlight.
“Oh, Ron,” she whispered. “It’s so beautiful.”
Still clasping her hand in his, he sat down beside her on the bed, his naked body glistening in the same poor beam of the flashlight that caused the diamond to sparkle on her hand. “No, Kara, you are beautiful. The ring is just a little thing to make certain the rest of the world knows how strongly I feel about you.”
He kissed her.
Or maybe she kissed him.
Their arms were around each other’s backs, their fingers coursed through each other’s hair, their lips locked against each other’s mouths. Then Kara’s nightgown was coming up and over her head and Ron’s hard white chest was pressed against her naked breasts—flesh to flesh.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.” Then she realized that even though she’d said it twice, he might not understand that she’d been answering both of his questions. “Yes,” she repeated, “I’ll marry you. And yes, I’ll move to Washington with you too.” In many ways she felt that the second answer was the more life changing of the two.
Ron suddenly stopped kissing her and broke apart from her. “You want us to take the job in Washington?” he asked.
Kara felt a moment of overwhelming confusion. “What? Isn’t that what you want? I thought that was why you just asked me to marry you.”
“Well, we can if you want to!” Ron assured her. “I’ll do everything it takes to make you happy. But I didn’t want to move out there. Our families are here in Detroit and well—this is where I’ve always thought we’d make our lives together, raise our kids, grow old and well…everything.”
“But the job? The ring?” Kara felt completely confused now by what was happening.
Ron took her hand between his again. “The job offer made me think about what was important to me,” he explained. “And for the last fifteen months, the most important part of my life is the time I spend with you.”
Heat flooded out from Kara’s heart to her breasts, face and stomach. “But you were negotiating with them,” she protested.
“Yes!” Ron agreed. “So I can go back to my bosses here and hit them up for a raise. I don’t want to go to Washington full time. Do you?”
“No!” Here was something she felt completely emphatic about. Just as she did about the next thing she was going to tell him. “I want to stay right here and spend my life with you!”
She took advantage of the fact that they were both sitting to push Ron over on his back. “We ought to turn the light on,” she told him as she straddles him. “I want to see the way the ring looks on my finger when I make love to you.”
“You’ll have to let me up first if you want me to reach it for you,” Ron told her.
“It will have to wait,” Kara decided. “I’m too damn turned on to let you off this bed without fucking you.”
She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, then lifted her pussy up off his legs and ground it down on the length of Ron’s hardening cock. His thick meat helped her spread her lips and made her more conscious of her new stud as her flesh pressed against it.
She wondered what it would feel like when Ron’s hard dick was thrusting in and out of her past it.
His hands cupped her tits so that a breast rested in each of his hands while his thumbs came to rest on the ends of each of her nipples. Pleasure quickly followed, driving Kara’s eyes up into her skull on a wave of ecstasy and forcing her to back away from him if she were to stay in control of their lovemaking.
Her new position offered certain advantages as she leaned down over top of his groin and wrapped her hair around his stiffening rod. Then she went to work with her tongue. Not using the slow measured strokes with which Ron had lapped her to orgasm, but quick, deft licks which quickly had him straight as a board and eager for serious loving.
Still, he looked rather dry to her as his cock stretched up to his navel. Stroking his length through a blanket of her hair, Kara began to kiss and lick the ultra sensitive head of Ron’s dick, enjoying her power to make him even more deliciously rigid.
“I can’t see your tattoo or your stud,” Ron complained.
“Tough!” Kara told him. “You’ll just have to wait until I’m riding you.”
To emphasize her point, she abandoned his dick for the moment so she could kiss and suck her way up to his ribcage. Her tits grazed his thighs and then his groin until his hands found them again and began to gently squeeze them.
He might as well be stroking her clitoris because she was so turned on there was a live wire connection linking the two parts of her body.
She backed away again, lest Ron’s distraction prove sufficient to let him take control of their lovemaking from her. His dick was nice and hard but still in need of lubrication before he entered her. She took the rigid shaft into her hand and squeezed the hot meat. Then she dipped her head between his legs so she could lick and kiss first one huge testicle and then the other.
Ron groaned above her, encouraging Kara to do more.
She moved north, using her lips and tongue on his shaft until she reached the flared head again. Then she carefully licked the dark rim of his circumcised prick while Ron’s whole body quivered beneath her. With long licks of her tongue she cleaned the slimy precum off the ultra sensitive head, knowing that in a very few minutes Ron would definitely make it up to her. Then all in one motion, Kara enveloped him with her mouth, bobbing up and down to lubricate him.
Ron’s hand’s clenched into fists around the sheets of her mattress and his legs stiffened into boards beneath her. His breathing grew choppy as he fought to control himself, and a low, probably unconscious groan, hissed continuously from between his teeth.
He was definitely ready for her, and Kara was tired of waiting.
Spitting him out, she lifted Ron’s mammoth erection in her right hand so that it pointed straight up toward the ceiling. Then she reared up above him, showing off her body to the extent the pale flashlight beam permitted and positioned herself over her favorite toy. The thick head rubbed against her lower lips, opening her so that her hot juices spilled out onto him.
Ron gasped with excitement and Kara lowered herself onto his cock, slowly taking his length inside her until her newly pierced labia closed over the flared rim of his dick. Then she arched her back, sitting better than straight up—better because her position emphasized both her breasts and the stud in her pussy. She took a moment to adjust the flashlight so it shown its beam directly on the spot where Ron’s cock pierced her body then sat herself down, completely swallowing him between her legs.
Ron howled in appreciation, thrusting back up against her, twisting himself inside her to maximize their pleasure. His hands came off the sheets to ride her upper thighs while his hips held them both up in the air off the mattress.
Kara twisted back, making sure his cock rubbed against her insides in all the right ways. Her fingers found the new stud in her labia and pressed against them. The jewel in her body excited her. She felt that she could feel Ron through it, although obviously that was impossible.
Ron lowered his ass back to the mattress then thrust upward again.
Kara caught the movement and synchronized with him, dropping down on him when he thrust and pulling herself almost off when he eased away.
Her nipples felt like overfull balloons as they swung beneath her pendulous breasts. Ron’s hands on her thighs squeezed harder. She reached out and touched his naked chest as much to see the diamond glistening on her finger as to feel his taut muscles and hot flushed skin.
“I love you, Kara!” he whispered.
Lord how she loved to hear those words. They warmed her and they excited her. Despite the problems they’d encountered from both their families, they’d made things work between them. They were going to be married, going to have children!
Ron’s thrusts were coming faster now and Kara worked hard to keep up the pace, bouncing on her man’s thick hard penis, feeling the frenzy build in both of them.
“I love you, Kara!” Ron repeated. His words were louder this time—more forceful.
She touched her clit with the fingers of the hand that wore her diamond engagement ring.
“I love you too, Ron!” she whispered. “From the very first day…when you teased me…and flirted with me…and loved me while we waited for our plane.”
“From the moment…you first sat…next to me!” Ron answered between thrusts. “I knew. I knew!”
He lifted Kara so high off the mattress that she started to lose her balance. Her right hand found his chest to steady herself while her left dug harder into her clit. Adding that to the sudden change in angle and suddenly Kara’s problems with gravity grew far more acute.
Her pussy tightened hard around Ron’s cock and exploded in white-hot shuddering waves of heat.
Ron brought her down and lifted her up again. Even with his hands on her thighs she almost flipped off of him. She came back down on his groin like an urban cowgirl on a mechanical bull. She rolled toward the other side as he lifted, tenuously keeping her seat balance because of the hard prick between her legs.
Ron’s hand left her thigh and grabbed her breast. He was damn close now—after more than a year together she always knew when he was close—even through the frenzy of her own climax.
“I knew!” Ron swore one more time and then his cock was adding its own white-hot heat to her climax and she fell shuddering into his arms where she belonged.
The End
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