Page 45 of The Proposal

“Yes.”

“It’s okay to change your mind.”

“No … I want to feel you against me without a barrier. Skin to skin.”

“Fuck,” I mumble as I glance down between us and tug her pretty pink panties to the side. It’s my first time seeing her pussy, and damn, it’s glistening with her arousal.

It makes what I’m about to do that much harder.

I grasp my cock again, skimming it through her slick heat. The restraint I’m showing in this moment is medal fucking worthy.

I circle the crown of my dick around her clit, trying to stay away from the one place I desperately want to be.

“Move it up and down,” she pleads.

A growl bubbles in the back of my throat. She’s like Satan trying to tempt an angel to the dark side, but the only devil in this scenario is me.

“I can’t guarantee it won’t accidentally slip in if I go down any further, Arabella.”

“It’s aching down there … I need … something.”

What she needs is my fucking cock buried balls deep inside her, but she’s running the show here, not me. I’m taking things at her pace, but I’ll be lucky if I get out of the other end of this unscathed.

I begin to move my cock back and forth, but on my second pass, she bucks her hips at the worst possible moment because a small part of me slips inside her. “I’m sorry,” I say. “That was?—”

Her back arches off the bed as her fingernails dig into the skin on my back. “Don’t move,” she replies in a voice so breathy it makes my balls throb.

I go to withdraw, but she slides her hands down until they are resting on each butt cheek.

“Don’t.”

“I can’t stay here like this … unmoving.” Especially when every fibre of my being wants to do just that. “It’s like some sick form of Chinese torture.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “You’ve been so patient with me.”

“I don’t know how to give you what you want without giving you what you don’t want … if that even makes sense.”

“Can you touch yourself so it feels good for you, but not go in any further?”

This whole situation is starting to give me a damn headache.

“I’ll touch myself if you do the same.”

Her eyes widen slightly as her cheeks flush a similar shade of pink as the nightgown she’s wearing.

“Don’t go all shy on me now. Up until this point, you haven’t been afraid to ask for what you want.”

“I’ve never touched myself before.”

“I know.”

I withdraw the tip of my dick from her tight body and sit back on my haunches. I reach over and snatch up the two pillows from my side of the bed.

“Lift up,” I say, slipping my free hand underneath her body and guiding her into position.

I slide both pillows underneath her backside, propping her up. It will be much easier to give her what she wants from this position, plus I’ll be able to watch her make herself come.

“Slide your hand down the front of your underwear, Arabella.” The corners of my lips curve up when she does as I ask. “Good girl.” My fingers wrap around the base of my dick as I jut my hips forward. “Touch yourself,” I command as I begin to rub the tip of my dick through her slick heat again.

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