Page 13 of Perfect Proposal
She licks her puffy lips before saying, much to my delight, “You are.”
Dropping her legs, I grab her wrist and drag her over to the credenza by the window overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Laying Carys’s cheek and chest down on it, I’m so fucking hard, I might split the zipper of my trousers. “Only you can make me this way,” I tell her honestly.
“How?”
I push my hips against her luscious ass. Her moan fills the room and my heart to the brim.
My lips curve as my hands slide beneath the hem of her short skirt. But where I expect to find soaked panties that I fully intended on ripping off before my hand lands on her ass, I’m met with her creamy skin. “Sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?” I make a tsking sound. I bring my hand back slightly, not hard enough to hurt her—never that—when her words freeze me in place.
“Anything you want as long as we do it together forever.” Tears spike her lashes, turning the gorgeous aqua color to pools of ocean water.
Suddenly, I want to be inside of her as I feel her body ripple from the inside out with each shudder. Laying myself over her, my hands quickly make work of my belt, then the fasteners, before I release my cock still trapped inside the silky boxers.
Carys moans beneath me, wiggling her ass up against my hardness.
“Shh,” I soothe her, shoving the material of all of the items separating my body from hers to the floor. As I kick her legs apart with my feet, her sigh of pleasure releases a bloom of happiness inside of me. One I know will never go away no matter how many years pass, no matter how much age changes us.
Because this woman completes me by accepting me, challenging me, and giving me everything I need every day.
“I love you, Carys,” I choke out.
She turns her head slightly. I let her. I want this moment, this gateway to our forever that she so cleverly figured out, to be imprinted on her soul.
Covering her delicate body, I run two fingers through swollen lips, deliberately dragging them over her extended clit. “You’re drenched,” I murmur.
“It was so fun waiting for you to realize it was me,” she taunts, just as my hand lands on the outside of her thigh.
Her hip jerks in reaction, her thigh twitching. “Uh! Yes,” she hisses.
“Do you want more?” I ask.
Her eyes lower. “Do I deserve more?”
Fuck yes, but then again, so do I. I grunt as I grab hold of the base of my dick, sliding it in between her wet folds. Lining myself up, I whisper, “You deserve everything,” before I push myself in slowly, drawing out this moment for exactly what it is—the final merger of our lives into one eternity.
Leaning back, my hands roam her perfect skin, knowing it’s going to pinken so perfectly. “You were made for me,” I tell her.
“Yes.” Her lips quiver as she answers.
I reward her with a thrust and a slap to her cheek. Her tiny foot raises, the heel catching me on the ass to tug me closer.
I thrust a few times deeply, causing us both to moan and pant, before I screw myself tightly inside. “We were meant to love each other.”
“We were,” she agrees.
I land a smack to the outside of her other leg. I feel the ripples of her pussy along my cock, even though I don’t move. “Hold off, baby,” I warn her.
She nods frantically, lifting slightly, pressing her forehead to the table.
But I want her eyes for the last part, the part that will make her mine forever. Pulling out, I ignore her cry of “No!” before I spin Carys to face me. Boosting her atop of the credenza, I step in between her legs and wrap her arms around my shoulders, before my cockhead nudges her opening.
“Be mine. Forever. Don’t stop loving me, Carys. Marry me,” I choke out hoarsely.
The smile that curves her lips is so incongruous with the overflow of tears. But it’s the sweet “Yes, David. It would be the happiest day of my life to become Mrs. David Lennan” that has me slamming my cock inside of her over and over until Carys calls my name when she comes tightly on me, her pussy rippling all over my cock.
Burying my face in her neck, I shoot my load a few thrusts after.
Moving us from the credenza to the floor, I pull her over my chest as we both lie there panting. “I’m still pissed,” I mutter as I brush her damp hair away from her forehead.
