She wriggled away from his questing tongue. “I don’t know.” She shifted in her seat. “Would you do this if I did?”
“What? This?” He swiped his tongue up her inner thigh. “Or this?” He nibbled along her right leg, nipping and sucking.
“Yessssssssss.”
“To both?” He pulled his mouth away.
“Yes,” she snarled. She pressed her leg back against his mouth.
“Maybe.” His teeth nipped along, then soothed the skin with his mouth and tongue. He pushed her skirt as far up as he could. She wiggled herself around to help him get it adjusted so he could have the maximum amount of space to play in.
Sliding further up on his knees, he parted her legs more, putting his hands on the innermost part of her thigh and slipping his head between. Lurching forward, his tongue parted her creamy, warm flesh. His tongue lapped, probing, flicking, sucking in, tasting the essence of the woman.
Her whole body trembled under him. He heard the creak of the chair as she must have rested more of her weight on the back of it.
His thumb slid up under the tight fit of his chin, to probe into her folds, rubbing, slowly easing his way inside to pull out and delve in again. A gasp escaped her lips at the entrance of his digit into her pussy.
The orgasm rolled out of her, her body tensing, relaxing, as she trembled. Her pussy captured his finger, milking it, making sure it stayed where she wanted it to.
He released her, as her shudders subsided, and she relaxed.
“Oh, God.”
He slid beside her chair, still on the floor, but now able to lift his head all the way up instead of ducking it down. “Hi.”
“Hi.” She reached down a hand to stroke along his cheek.
“Since I’m already on my knees, I thought I’d ask you something.”
Her body bolted upright, eyes widening as she looked down at him. “What?”
He pulled the small black box from his pants pocket. “Marry me?”
“Oh, Rupe.” Her hand came up to cover her mouth as her eyes grew impossibly wider. The tears that had threatened earlier broke free, and one dripped down her cheek. He reached up a hand to nab the tear with a finger.
Let them be happy tears.
When the hand came down so she could speak, he saw it shaking like a tree in the wind. “Yes.”
His own hands trembled as he took the ring out of the box, sliding it up on her long ring finger. He hardly knew what it was beyond a diamond with a gold band. The salesman had said they were popular with women. He didn’t care as long as he got to put it on her finger. “Thank you.”
She’d said yes. The sweetest word he’d ever heard. Well, besides her saying she loved him. The rest of his life would be devoted to loving her. Not a bad way to finish out his existence.
Her laugh was rough and heady. “Like I’d say no after that. You planned it that way, didn’t you?”
He grinned. “I hoped you wouldn’t say no, but I wasn’t sure when tonight I was proposing. That was spur of the moment.”
“Sneaky bastard.” The words were teasing as she ruffled his hair with her hand. A light grin graced her mouth.
“Yeah, that’s me.” He rocked up to his feet, snagging her hand. “Come on.” He tugged her out of her chair.
“I hope it’s not another surprise. You might kill me after the last two.” She got up, smoothing the pulled-up skirt back into place. For a second, he caught a glimpse of her pussy, still wet from the earlier oral treatment. He shuddered. How much he wanted her every minute of every day was astounding.
“Hey, you’re the one who came down with no underwear on. You can’t blame me for that one.” As if he wasn’t going to take advantage of that. The oral sex under the table had been an unplanned event. Damn, but he liked those.
“Yeah, but you’re the one who went under the table to ... to ...”
“Have dessert.” He winked at her as she blushed. “Anytime you do that, I will be going down.”
She shook her head, holding his hand as they walked through the entranceway out of the kitchen.
“When do you want to get married?” He turned serious. The date he had in mind was a special one to both of them
“I don’t know.” She swung their joined hands together, walking through the quiet house. Sometimes, she amazed him with how playful she could be. And then she’d turn around and be a sexy siren. “How about a year from today?”
“Sounds good to me.” That would have been his suggestion. It would be an anniversary for celebration and a date to remember. The one-year anniversary of the curse being but a memory.
In the living room, the big blankets were spread out in front of the smoldering fireplace, along with some big pillows he’d carted in there. He’d banked it enough before dinner to keep it going until they came back to it. He used the poker to spice up the fire, getting some flames going. The temperature was warm in the living room. The better to get a chilly Gill out of her clothes.
She pulled away a curtain to glance out the windows, squinting so she could see. “Damn, it’s still snowing. We might be stuck here come morning if it keeps it up.” She touched the glass as if she could touch the flakes spiraling down from the sky.
That wouldn’t be any hardship for him. He’d welcome a snow day. “So? I’d make love to you all day long.”
Chuckling, she dropped down onto the blankets with a wicked grin, pulling them up around her. “Then let it snow.”
“Amen.” He switched off the overheads so that the fire was the only source of light. She held up her hand, watching the ring sparkle in the glow from the dancing flames as he settled in beside her.
“It’s so beautiful.” Her face lifted to him, bathed in the radiance of the glowing fire. Her hair burned as if it were a golden crown on her head. A huge smile graced her face. Her eyes twinkled with the fire reflected in them, along with a healthy dose of love. He’d never seen her lovelier.
He’d gone from being cursed to being the luckiest man in the universe. Maybe even the whole of space.
“It’s not as beautiful as you are.” Wrapping her lush body into his arms, he sighed, loving the feel of her in them. She snuggled in as close as she could get. He’d never tire of this, of her.
After a minute, she pulled back, her hand slid around to the front of his pants, cupping him through the material. His hips arced more into her willing fingers. Sliding under the waistband, she stroked his bare cock until he thought he might spill merely from that gentle touch.
Her voice came out low and throaty. “I didn’t have my dessert.” She undid his belt and pulled down his pants from his hips.
He’d gone commando, too, a usual thing. Her intake of breath made blood surge to his cock. She always had the same reaction. It was half his reason for doing it now. Her response to seeing him always made his desire surge forth. “Don’t let me stop you from claiming ... ahhhhhhhh.”
Before he’d gotten the pants to his feet, her mouth sucked his cock into its warm, wet depths with perfect precision. She had good aim. She laved her tongue around it as far as she could get, swirling down around him, sinking lower and lower. Her hands cupped his base as she loved him with her mouth. Thrusting his hips up further, he twitched with the sensations rocketing through him.
Lifting her head away from him, she smiled, her face brilliant in the firelight. “Nothing like you for dessert.”
He grabbed her, flipping her on her back. Surprise reflected in her face at his attack. His mouth claimed hers with a ferocity of need that couldn’t be quelled. His fingers fumbled with the condom wrapper.
She broke the kiss. “Here, let me.” She grabbed it from his fingers.
He allowed her to flip him on his back, curious as to what she was going to do. She pulled the latex from the package. And lowered her mouth and fingers.
“Ohhhh.”
She slipped the condom up him using her mouth to slowly unfold it, tugging it up his hard cock. The little flicks of tongue, the
warm passes of her mouth, kept him in constant speculation as to where the next touch might occur.
Amazed at her skill, he closed his eyes, letting the sensations roll over him.
Once it was on, she was his again. He flipped her, claiming her mouth again with his. He entered her at the same time his tongue slipped into her mouth, feeling her body quake under his. Her hips bucked into him, pushing him deeper within her sweet depths. So slick, so wet and tight against him, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Thrusting against her, he set a fast pace, her body meeting his stroke for stroke. Each time he ground down, his body screamed mine. She was his, in body and deed.
She’d bear his name, be his wife.
The thought pushed him over the shelf into an earth-shattering climax. He roared her name as the last drops exploded from him. Panting, he rested on her for a few seconds before pulling out, taking off the condom, and rolling onto his side, keeping her wrapped in his tight embrace.
She looked up at him, a sleepy look of wonder on her face. “Happy Winter Solstice, Rupe.”
He leaned in to kiss her gently. “Happy Winter Solstice, Gill.”
Mechele Armstrong
Writing stories and poetry as a hobby, Mechele graduated from Virginia Commonwealth University with a degree in Religious Studies and Social Welfare. Although there were challenges with work and family, the need to write and be published, to share her passion for books was always there.
During a rainy weekend at the beach reading several romance novels she fell in love, not with the hero, but with the genre again. So began a two-year adventure of doing what she loved most, creating worlds with strong heroines and enchanting heroes that will keep you turning pages until the end.
Living in Virginia with a husband, kids, dog, and fish, Mechele finds time to share her vivid imagination and ability to tell stories of adventure, love, lust, and everything in between.
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