by S. Nelson
When I tried to deepen the kiss, he suddenly backed away.
“What are you doing?” I panted. I was already squirming where I stood, an intense ache spreading all over my body as he continued to stare at me.
“I’m only doing to you what you’ve done to me for weeks.”
“You’re purposely teasing me?” I pouted. “What I did was because of your health.” I retreated, his eyes intently following me.
“Are you upset, sweetheart?” he asked, still confused as to why I was putting distance between us.
“No,” I said, a little too blasé. “I can always take care of myself.” Fiddling with the hem of my dress, I said, “Do you want to watch?” Knowing Alek loved to watch me touch myself, I heard him gasp at my brazen tone. Surely, he thought he’d had the upper hand. Clearly, he was wrong. Pulling up the bottom of my dress, I first exposed my white lace panties. His eyes widened. Drawing the material up further, I flashed my taut stomach then my matching bra. A garbled sound erupted from his throat, his satisfaction clear in the way he admired me. Finally, I hoisted the damn thing over my head and tossed it to the side, standing in front of him and waiting to see what would happen next.
“What now?” he groaned, adjusting himself through his workout shorts.
Never taking my eyes off him, I slipped my fingers under the lace material and slowly rubbed myself. “Are you going to make me finish myself off?” My hips bucked forward as a small gasp fell from my lips.
Knowing it wouldn’t be long until he gave in, he removed his shirt and shorts until he was standing in front of me with nothing but his boxer briefs on. The outline of his steel cock made my mouth water. All of my attention was fixated on him as I continued to stroke myself into oblivion.
“Goddamn it!” he shouted. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He licked his lips as he rid himself of his last piece of clothing. Stepping toward me, he fisted his arousal and began stroking himself. Slowly. He knew what he was doing to me, as I knew what I was doing to him.
Our little dance only continued for another thirty seconds before he was on me. Tearing my hand from my panties, he drew my fingers into his mouth. “You taste like heaven,” he moaned, sucking my essence from me. “I don’t want to play anymore,” he confessed. “You win.”
I smiled in victory as I took his hand and led him toward the bed.
Gently pushing him onto his back, he fought me until I shook my head. We were going to have sex my way or no way at all. A mere glance into my eyes told him so.
“We’re not going to fuck tonight, Alek. We’re going to make love. Slow and gentle.” Straddling his waist, I leaned down until my lips took his in a sensual kiss. His tongue swirled with mine as I moaned into his mouth. “Can you do that for me?” I asked.
“Not if you keep bouncing on top of my dick.” I hadn’t even realized I was squirming around until he called me out on it.
His hands grasped my waist as he tried to raise me up enough to hover over the tip of him.
“Alek,” I warned. “Let me do all the work.”
“I’m not going to fucking break, Sara.” Irritation flashed across his face but was quickly erased when I freed my breasts from my lacy bra. I tossed it aside as he pulled me lower. He latched onto a nipple as his hand tweaked the other. The sucking sensation shot a bolt of pleasure straight through me.
Everything was going exactly the way I’d planned until he pushed me back upright, ripped off my panties in one swipe, clutched my hips and tried once more to position me over him.
I slapped his hands away immediately and tried to move off him. “What the hell?” he asked, feigning injury. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You have to agree to let me take charge, Alek. Agree, or this doesn’t happen tonight.”
“Fine,” he huffed. “I’ll let you do the work this time. But I’m going to sample my dessert before you serve me the main course.” A sly smile graced his mouth as he said, “Since you don’t want me to exert myself, you’re going to have move forward so I can taste you.” Pulling me up his body, he helped to position me directly over his hungry mouth.
Placing my hands on the headboard to keep me steady, I rocked back and forth over his face. His hands gripped my ass as he drove his tongue inside me. My hand fell and tangled up in his hair, forcing his mouth even closer. “Please, don’t stop,” I cried.
The pressure was building, so intense I almost pulled away from his sweet torture. As my breathing changed, I felt him smile, his lips latching onto my clit.
“Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste you.”
And I did. I came so hard my legs shook while my vision blurred. As my orgasm racked through me, I held my breath, simply forgetting to breathe.
As I moved back down his body, I captured his lips with mine, tasting remnants of my release on his tongue.
“Now it’s my turn to bring you pleasure.”
“You bring me pleasure every second you agree to be mine, Sara.”
He was being so sweet, but I didn’t want sweet right then. I wanted him to bury himself inside me, pushing me to ride him until he screamed out my name.
Leaning over, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped off the wrapper and sheathed him in three seconds flat.
Taking hold, I whispered, “I love you,” as I took in every inch of him.
There was a brief moment of discomfort because we hadn’t had sex in what seemed like forever. Plus, it always took me some time to adjust to the sheer girth of him.
Finally, I was able to move. “Do you like that?” I asked, rising slowly until he was almost all the way out, then slamming back down as I swiveled my hips around.
“I fucking love it. But I fear I’m going to explode sooner than I want to if you keep doing that.” He was so caught up in the moment, he tried to raise himself to take my nipple into his mouth.
Of course, I scolded him.
“Alek, don’t.”
“Why? You love it when I do that.” He looked confused, until I explained why I’d reprimanded him.
“I do. But let me come to you.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Are you serious?” He laughed, but I could tell he was annoyed I was treating him as if he would shatter.
“Yes, and if you don’t listen to me, I’ll leave you to finish yourself off.” We were involved in one heated staring contest. “Do you understand me?”
There was no way he wanted to give in, but I could tell he knew it was the lesser of two evils. “Fine,” he relented.
“Good.” My hands covered my breasts, playing with my nipples until they pebbled from my touch. “Are these what you want?”
“You know I do. Now, stop torturing me before I flip you on your back and overexert myself by fucking you senseless.”
As he teased me, I made love to my man.
Nice and slow.
Only once since my final warning did he try and switch up the pace, but he quickly slowed, giving me back the control I demanded. I nibbled his lips as I continued to ride him, swallowing his grunts as he toed the fine line of destruction.
“Come with me, Sara. Come with me now.”
I sat up straighter, placed his hands on my breasts and brought it home.
For the both of us.
~44~
Sara
My body was perfectly molded to his, his strong arms wrapping around me as he snuggled in close behind me.
“Sara,” he whispered, his breath cascading over the shell of my ear. He was already starting to harden, his excitement pressing into the small of my back.
“Yes,” I mumbled, tired from hours of slow and torturous lovemaking.
“Let’s get married.” As soon as the words were spoken, he placed his hand on my waist and turned me over, giving me no choice but to look at him.
Is he serious?
“Are you serious?” I asked, stricken dumb with shock.
He smirked. Typical Alek fashion. “Not the response I was looking for,
but I’ll go with it.” He placed a sweet kiss on my lips before pulling back. “Yes, I’m serious.”
I sat up in bed, needing to prepare for the conversation we were going to have. “But we haven’t even lived together that long.”
“So?”
“So, don’t you think we’re rushing?” I fiddled with the sheets which covered my lap. My bare breasts were in full view for him to enjoy, but they did nothing to distract him from continuing his sudden topic of conversation.
“Not at all. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulled me back down on the bed, positioning me so I was lying on top of him. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Why did he look so worried I was going to say no? Running my hand along his jaw, his stubble tickled my palm. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and told him the absolute truth.
“I do,” I confirmed. Funny choice of words.
“Then what’s the problem?” He held his breath, waiting for me to answer. I think he assumed I was going to argue with him, or stubbornly point out the reasons we shouldn’t charge head-on into such a big commitment. But I had nothing. He was totally right. Why were we waiting?
“There is no problem,” I said, tangling my fingers in his hair. My tongue pushed against his luscious lips, asking for permission to taste him. It was granted immediately. His need for me intensified the longer our mouths dueled for ownership. When I thought he was going to push inside me, he pulled back and hopped off the bed. Reaching for me, he grabbed my hand and tugged for me to stand in front of him.
“Stay here,” he demanded, giving me another quick kiss before he disappeared into his closet. He reappeared, stalking toward me as if I was his very lifeline and he needed to touch me in order to stay alive. In his hand was a small, black jewelry box. “I’m going to do this officially.” He laughed, suddenly becoming nervous.
Slowly, he lowered himself until he was on one knee. Taking my left hand in his, he professed his undying love for me. “Sara, baby. I’ve loved you for what seems like forever. The day I walked into your shop was the first day of the rest of my life. I know it may sound cliché, but it’s absolutely true. Your love has made me a better man. Every day, I try and show you how much you mean to me, and I’ll keep trying until I take my last breath.” Blowing out an anxious breath, he asked, “Sara Nicole Hawthorne, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
As he looked up at me, a pensive look in his eye with each second that slipped by in silence, I fell even more in love with him. I’d waited my entire life for him, and I wasn’t going to go another day without letting everyone know how much we were destined to be together.
A tear fell down my cheek as I answered him. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” He shot to his feet and crushed me against his body, raining kisses all over my face. Finally, he stepped back, removed the ring from its box and placed it on my finger.
The sheer size of it made me nervous. How the hell did he expect me to wear something so large on my hand and be confident someone wasn’t going to bop me over the head and steal it?
“I know it’s overwhelming, but do you like it?” He was still nervous, and I found it rather endearing. Alek Devera wasn’t a man who showed his vulnerable side too often, but when he did, my heart ached to love him that much more.
“I love it,” I answered honestly. “But you’re going to have to insure this bad boy,” I teased. “It’s huge.”
“Already taken care of, sweetheart.”
As we laid in bed, limbs gloriously tangled together, I couldn’t help but feel truly blessed. I’d found the man of my dreams, and although we’d definitely had our ups and downs, I wouldn’t trade a second of it.
Falling asleep that night was different. A peace settled over me I hadn’t even realized was missing. My entire life had been leading up to that moment, and the many more to come for us.
He and I.
Lovers and friends.
Soon to be husband and wife.
Epilogue
As I stood hovering over the bathroom sink, I was reminded of the time I’d anxiously waited to see if my future was going to change or not.
I’d been feeling off the past couple of weeks, exhaustion and nausea being the two main differences. I chalked it up to the long hours working at the shop, mixed with the stress of an ever-expanding business. I’d finally purchased the space next to Full Bloom, growing into a much more prosperous flower shop.
My cell rang, pulling me from my nervous thoughts. I didn’t want to move until the results showed on the pregnancy test, but the persistent ringing gave me no choice.
Slowly moving toward my bed, I snatched up the phone and answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, honey. I’m calling to tell you I’m on my way home now. My meeting ended earlier than planned. Did you want me to pick you up anything on the way?”
I wasn’t expecting him for another hour. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me as he waited for me to answer him. Breathing deeply through my nose, I calmed my stomach enough to speak. “No, I’m okay. But thank you.”
Sensing there might be something wrong, he prodded me for more information. “Are you all right, Sara? You sound as if something is bothering you.”
He was so attuned to me it was scary. A simple change in my voice or the slightest look gave away all my secrets, but only to the man who knew me best.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’ll see you soon.”
After ending the call, I headed back toward the bathroom. I stood on the threshold, not sure if I was ready to check the results yet. Last time, Alexa happened to come home and discovered my panic. She stayed with me the whole time, offering me her strength as I found out if I was pregnant or not.
Thankfully, I wasn’t.
Standing there all alone, I didn’t know what to make of what I was feeling. I wasn’t panicked like I was last time. Not even close. But I wasn’t sure if I was hopeful, either.
A lot had changed in my life to cause me to reflect on what was really important. Family and friends were at the top of my list.
Alek had officially become my family a year before. The question was did I want to expand our circle of two? We’d talked about it on a few occasions. He never pushed, except when he groaned about still having to wear a condom while having sex with his wife. A simple look from me and he would cover up with no more complaints.
Finally taking a step into the bathroom, I picked up the test and stared at it. Re-reading the directions for the hundredth time, there was no doubt what the results were.
“Sara?” Alek called out. “Where are you?”
“Up here,” I yelled back. I quickly stashed the test in the vanity drawer. I would tell him about it later, when we had time to really talk.
Alek strode in the room and took my breath away, as usual. Dressed in one of his designer suits, he looked beyond handsome. His hair was perfectly styled in his typical, purposely unruly way. A light stubble caressed his jaw, the look instantly reminding me of how it felt between my thighs earlier that morning.
As he stepped closer, I noticed one arm was resting behind his back. “Hi, beautiful.” He leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss.
“Hi, yourself.” Trying to peer around him, he moved every time I did. “What do you have behind your back?”
“Your anniversary present.”
“Alek, we said we weren’t going to exchange presents. That our love was—” He cut me off before I could finish.
“Our love is enough, but there was no way I wasn’t buying my wife a gift on our first wedding anniversary.” I walked away and disappeared into the closet. “Sara, come back here. Don’t be mad.”
Reappearing in front of him, I held my gift behind my back. “I knew you were going to ignore the rule. So, I did as well.”
“You know you didn’t have to do that, baby. Your love really is enough for me.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I teased. “Who wants to go first?” I asked, suddenly becoming n
ervous.
“Ladies first.”
I brought my hand around to the front of me and handed him my gift. Watching his face as he opened it was nerve-racking. It wasn’t anything worth monetary value. Would he like it? Would he understand the significance of it?
Before I could succumb to my frantic nerves, he ripped the paper off, turned it over and stared at his present. He was silent. I scanned his face to see his reaction but he was expressionless. Until I noticed his eyes suddenly became glassy. I knew he recognized the sentimental value of what I’d given him.
“Do you remember it?” I asked, my own emotions almost becoming too much.
He looked up and smiled. “Yes. It was the picture your grandmother had of you in her room. This,” he said, holding the frame in the air, “was the first time I ever saw you.” He’d become overwhelmed at my simple but meaningful present, and it made my heart soar.
So there was something I could give the man who had everything.
“Did you have it the whole time?” He continued to stare at it in disbelief.
“I did, but I didn’t know it. I was going through some of my gram’s things a while back and came across it. As soon as I found it, I knew I was going to give it to you for our anniversary. I hoped you’d like it.” I smiled as he pulled me close.
“I love it. It’s the best present I’ve ever received. Ever,” he repeated.
Before he made me cry, his eyes still overcome with emotion, I asked, “Is it my turn now?”
“Yes, of course. Please, let me know if you don’t like it. I can return it and pick something else.”
“Hand it over, Mr. Devera,” I demanded. He brought the gift around and placed it in my hand.
“Do you think you could call me that later tonight? In bed?” He laughed.
“Call you what? Mr. Devera?” When he only laughed harder, I couldn’t distinguish if he was serious or not.
Pulling my attention back to the surprise in my hand, I slowly opened the box until my eyes feasted on a gorgeous diamond pendant, in the shape of a heart. “Alek, it’s so beautiful,” I gushed. The stone was large, but not so much it detracted from the flawless beauty of the necklace. When I turned it over, I saw he had something engraved into the back of it.