Page 135 of Off-Limits
Running her delicate fingers over the carved timber, she moves around it slowly, methodically, and I focus on the swell of her ass in that damn dress, and the ring on her finger. She wraps her fist around one of the posts.
Canting her head over her shoulder, she locks eyes with me across the room, the dimmed lights unable to hide the want and mischief clinging to the corners of her pretty eyes.
“You want to play with me, fiancé?”
“I think I like that,” I say with a smirk, kicking off the wall but not moving.
“What?”
“Being your fiancé, but it will be better when I’m your husband.” I growl, stalking across the room, as she drops the dress to show me her luscious, full tits.
My hands are on her in seconds, my fingers pulling at her nipples before our mouths collide. She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling at it while she tackles me for dominance with her tongue.
But that won’t be happening. Not tonight.
Picking her up, I move her to the love seat at the other side of the room, without breaking the kiss, until I drop her on it.She lands with a thud, her tits bouncing along with her. “Was that necessary?”
“Totally was. You are so sexy when you’re angry.”
Before she can reprimand me, I kick out of my pants, unbutton my shirt, but leave it on, straddle her and place my hands on each side of her face. We stay there for a few seconds, and I can feel her discomfort with being the centre of my damn world, but I won’t allow her to feel anything negative in this moment.
She is perfectly imperfect, my forever after, and I won’t leave this world until she knows the truth in my words and heart. A lone tear slides down her face and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“Thank you,” she says, and I raise an eyebrow.
“For what?”
“You invited my dad tonight, didn’t you?”
“I did. I have been keeping tabs on him, and when I heard he was clean and trying to get his life sorted after your mum, I felt it was the right thing to do. I told him with or without his blessing, I was going to ask you to marry me, but I would prefer if I did have it.”
“And?”
“He gave it to me, after we strongarmed for a few minutes.”
She smiles at me, a genuine one as another tear slips free.
Wiping it away, I kiss her on both of her cheeks before placing a soft one on her lips. “Please don’t cry, baby, I want this to be a happy moment for us.”
“It is. You have made me the happiest girl in the world, and not only tonight, Damon. I know what we have is unorthodox and unconventional for others looking in, but even when I was younger, you had my back, taking me along with you and Arrie on road trips, fun parks, camping and fishing trips, and none of it was in a creepy or sinister way. You’ve always been respectful,kind, forgiving and your heart, goddamn it your heart is so big and bright it blinds me. But tonight takes the cake, babe. Seeing my dad sober… the things he said, I’ve been dying to hear since I was a little girl. I felt happy with our life and love, but something was always niggling at the corner of my mind. Tonight, that niggle is gone and I feel… complete. So, thank you for knowing what I needed when I didn’t even know myself. I love you, Damon Woods.”
“And I love you, too, Blossom.”
“Now would you hurry up and fuck me and put me out of my misery because feeling your hard cock on my leg, while talking about my dad, isn’t ideal,” she says, grinning and I burst out in laughter.
“It would be my utmost pleasure.”
Lewis forgotten, our mouths clash and I feel it her kiss. The intensity, love, freedom, but most of all I can feel her entirely, and it has nothing to do with the fact she’s half naked against me.
Leaning her back, I rip her dress down with one of my hands and palm her tits roughly because I’m so rowed up. Our tongues tangle wildly and unabashed, searching for more, causing her to arch up and moan into my mouth. Letting go of her tits, I pull them together with one of my hands before reaching down and around for the restraints.
When I feel the cuff, I bring it up and place it around on one of her wrists, removing my hand once it’s in place, I search for the other one and repeat the action, groaning when she grinds up against my painfully hard cock.
Tearing away from the kiss, I look down at her, to find her eyes hooded and riddled with libidinous want, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each laboured breath, taking mine away in the same instant.
“Is that all you got, old man?” she taunts, and I smirk.
“Not even close, Blossom, not even close.”
