As I yank her head back, I feel her pussy clamp down and shudder. I stop holding back and my cum pumps.
As the woman I love calls my name low, I tell her I love her. It is beyond intense. It is spectacular.
I’m falling deeper, and I cannot climb out.
After I disposeof the condom, I carefully dress my naked beauty. The last thing I do, is kiss her, like she likes to be kissed. Long, slow, and deep but finishing lip bruisingly hard.
Finally, we check each other over, and she wipes my lips to remove the lipstick.
Storm then applies more to her sinful lips, and I imagine them around my thick cock.
Seconds later, we exit separately, and we ignore the looks from the three unimpressed women in gowns.
After finding the rooftop, we stand on a distant corner, and whiskies are delivered.
Storm looks impeccable, and I have noticed way too many men, admiring her. It makes me wild, but I’m unsure what to do.
It then comes to me, and it is crystal clear.
I consider myself a closer, and in all areas of my work. It is my thing. I simply close deals.
As we stare across New York City, and under the sparkling stars, I know it’s time. As I turn to Storm, she looks at me, as if she knows something is different.
“What?”
How the hell could she tell? Tell I am losing it, that much? I clear my throat, and I push on. “I’m proud of you, Storm. You and your hobbies. Even if you will finish your pilot’s license next year, you are an amazing woman.”
My gorgeous girlfriend blushes, then her eyes focus. “Thank you… But that’s not all. Is it?”
“No. And I never imagined.”
“Imagined what?” Storm says, smiling up at me.
“Imagined, I’d get married.”
There is silence, and her eyes study mine. I can tell her mind is processing, and her hesitancy worries me.
“How about you?” I ask, turning more fully to her.
“I don’t know. I guess one day, maybe.”
I look at her closely, and it’s time. “We’ll get married, and we need to do it soon.”
Storm’s eyes pop, and she half yells. “What?!”
It is time to explain myself, and to make things clear. Once and for all. I will also, not take no for an answer.
“Look, Storm. I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone.” Her eyes go big, and I take her hand. “You know it, and I know it. You’re mine. And, I won’t ever love another. I’m yours.”
“Jesus, Lorenzo. Are you serious!” she asks trying to keep her voice low. It did not work.
“A hundred percent,” I say. ‘I’ll arrange things next week.”
“The hell you will.”
I step closer, and I hold her face in my hands. “Baby, I love you, and you’re all I need.”
“Lorenzo, I love you too, but… ”