by Jade White
The waiter brought them champagne as a form of congratulating them on this new adventure in their life. She smiled and took it from him, trying to remember the last time she had champagne. It was one of those luxuries she'd never had before she met Gus.
It was weird to think that this was now the new normal for her.
“Thank you,” he said after a moment. She looked up at him and smiled at him. “As if there might be a good chance that you would say no to me. Not that I would blame you or anything. I was really hoping you would say yes.”
“Well, where else would I get champagne?” She smiled at him. “I’m glad you asked me.”
He took a deep breath and looked at her for a moment and thought about what he was going to say next. There were obviously questions on his mind. There were questions on her mind as well, like why he did it in the first place? There are plenty of people who had children together but weren’t actually together.
There were lots of people in the world who had children with the person they weren’t married to at the time. Lots of people had children with people they wouldn’t spend the rest of their lives with, but he thought it was important to spend the rest of their lives together. What was that all about? She didn’t want to be cynical or naïve, but rather just in the know. She just wanted to know what the truth of everything was.
“Why did you propose to me?” she asked him finally. “We could’ve waited until after the baby was born or whenever to get married for that matter.”
He thought about it for a moment, looking at her with eyes that were full of thoughts and questions. He was running over answers in his mind. Maybe he didn’t know why he did it. That was an alarming thought. She tried not to hang onto thoughts like that, rather hoping he had something deep and insightful to tell her.
Even if he didn’t, she wasn’t going hold it against him. She just wanted to know the truth of the matter. She liked to think there was a reason for everything in life. She didn’t want this to be just a random event in his life, but rather something that was important. She wanted it to be a valuable, vital part of his life.
“Maybe I’m antiquated,” he said with a shrug. “But I really like you. I got you pregnant and that makes you my responsibility. I want to have an active role in this child’s life and I believe having a father there would be really important. Although you are a strong, independent woman that can handle everything by yourself, it doesn’t mean you have to. And the fact that I want to be a part of your life doesn’t cheapen you in any way. I just think it’s the right thing to do, and I want to do right by you.”
She thought about that, thinking it was a pretty good answer to a question that might have caught him up. They were better together, that part was true. The fact that they were going to be together now and forever, bound together by loving law, it made sense to her. She was glad she said yes. This was a man she wanted to say yes to for a long time.
“You want to get out of here?” he asked her. For most people, this would sound like a pickup to go have sex, with him it was something else. It was like he really wanted to get out of there. He wanted to go do something with her that didn’t involve sitting across from the table and staring at her.
Being perfectly honest, she wanted to get of there, too. She wanted to hold his hand and walk side-by-side with him and enjoy his company for the rest of this night. She didn’t want to spend the whole thing cooped up inside of a restaurant. She didn’t care if they ended up having sex, in fact she expected that they would. And that was just fine with her. If they didn’t, she would actually be really bothered by that.
“Yeah,” she said with a smile on her lips.
They paid for their dinner and quickly made their way out of the restaurant. They could have a town car pick them up at any point in the city, so they didn’t worry about where they were going. It was a night to spend time with each other, and relish the moment they just shared.
This was all she wanted, to walk with him and hold his hand. They walked together, side-by-side, not saying much for about a half hour or so. They would glance at each other, their eyes meeting tenderly and they would both blush and smile.
It was strange they would feel so young and foolish after such a momentous event in their lives had unfolded. However, she felt like a little teenager in his presence. It was like she had never been on a date before and she didn’t know what to do. Everything was so new and exciting. Maybe this was just what it was like to be engaged.
They made their way towards a small park, enjoying the look of the trees and the lights of the city, the only thing visible above them being the bright moon. She knew this was another interval of time that she wanted remember with wonder for the rest of her life. This was a moment where she was going to live forever.
She looked down at the ring on her finger, admiring the glimmer and the sparkle of it. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. There was no ring out there in the world even close to it, let alone one that would make her happier. This was the only ring that should ever be on her finger for the rest of her life.
All she could think of, though, was that she wasn’t worthy of it. This was a ring for a movie star or somebody extremely successful, not her. She was supposed to have some kind of a simple, regular ring that would look similar to a dozen other ladies’ just in the area who had recently become engaged.
Instead, she had the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen on her finger. What had she done to deserve this?
She wanted tell him all of this, but she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. She didn’t want to make him feel badly about the ring that he bought her. She didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable about the fact that she was dealing with the wealth gap between the two of them in a different way.
She was trying to be okay with it. She was trying to act like it was normal and that he was nobody special, but it felt so wrong. She was different. He was one of the wealthiest people in the world and she was not.
While they were standing under a tree, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her as he looked into her eyes, holding her fast there. It lasted for minutes, the two of them looking into each other’s eyes, the warmth of each other’s bodies radiating into the other. They were in love with each other and they were both savoring this incident. He leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips pressed to hers and the two of them felt like they were alone in the city.
Everybody else in the park, using it to get to their destinations faster, were completely oblivious to the two people standing so close to each other that they were barely an inch apart. Their locking lips smacked and popped, intimately sharing this moment with each other and refusing to let it go. It was the most powerful thing she had ever experienced and she wanted more of it.
She wanted to be like this forever with him. She knew she was making the right decision, even if she was uncomfortable with some of the details. She would learn to be okay with them.
They kissed under the moonlight, their hands going to each other sides, locking fingers, intertwining and holding each other close. It was a most precious instant that they shared together in the moonlight of that little park, kissing one another and holding each other close, letting everything else burn away.
After a while, he pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes, feeling the pregnant moment between them, full of questions and confusion, but held together by the certainty that the two of them wanted to be together for the rest of their lives. They wanted to enjoy one another for the rest of their lives, to the end of this world and for all eternity.
The longer she stood there, kissing him, the more she realized that there was nothing she was going to be able to do without him in her life. She wanted him to be the only person that she kissed and she wanted to be the only woman he ever thought about. She wanted to spend every waking second next to him and she knew she was obsessed with him. She knew that she wanted to have him all to herself and no one else.
“Let
’s get out of here,” he said to her after a minute, pulling her close and hugging her to him. She loved the warmth and the form of his body, hugging him and leaning her head close to him. This was a man made for her and designed specifically for her to enjoy and to love for the rest of her life. She wanted to make sure he knew it.
“Let’s go back to your place,” she said to him with a smile on her lips. She wanted to do things to him that neither of them were going to be able to talk about or to share with people.
He smiled at that and made the call, walking to the nearest intersection where the town car would pick them up and take them back to his place. They walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company and letting the silence drift between them. They didn’t need to say anything to each other and they didn’t need to fill the void with anything other than the appreciation and joy vibrating through every cell of their bodies.
When they finally got to the town car, they hopped into the back and sat close together. She draped her legs over his and felt his hand on the inside of her thighs, sliding dangerously close to her clit. She smiled at him, her eyes darting nervously to the driver who was oblivious to everything that was happening. She didn’t want to get caught, even though the driver would never utter a single word about it for his entire life.
Gus was braver than she was. He slipped his fingers closer and closer to her pussy, his fingers rubbing against the lacy fabric of her thong and she smiled at the feeling of his fingers massaging her. She looked at him as he grinned, handsome and powerful. The driver didn’t even bother looking in the rearview mirror as Gus felt his fingertips slipping behind the fabric of her thong and probing into her slit, rubbing her and diving into the depths of her pussy.
She chewed her lower lip, feeling more turned on and aroused by him with every passing second. She liked the feeling of having his fingers inside of her and as he rubbed harder and harder, she could feel herself diving deeper and deeper toward the orgasm that he was eager to throw her way. He slipped his index and middle finger into her pussy and finger fucked her while his thumb rubbed her clit softly, in a slowly building rhythm, and her orgasm began to rise with it, higher and higher, to a point of ecstasy.
She could feel herself being driven over the limit and when she clamped her hand down on his wrist, making sure he wouldn’t pull out of her, the flood of euphoria hit her like someone threw a bucket of cold water on her. It was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before.
She closed her eyes and arched her back, leaning into the corner of the car and trying her hardest not to scream and shout in her orgasm. The driver had to know what was happening, but he was being a good sport and never mentioned anything.
While they drove back to Gus’ apartment, she looked at him and shook her head. She would never let anyone do that to her except Gus. There was no way she was adventurous enough to do that. She let out a laugh and shook her head at the ridiculousness of all of it. She couldn’t believe that she’d become such a naughty girl. She loved it. It was liberating.
When they got home, they walked hand in hand to the elevator and rode up to their floor with an elderly couple who kept to themselves. It was a shame they had company or they probably would have started something.
They probably would have done something dangerous and equally as naughty as they had been doing in the car. She liked the idea of being naughty with him and she was more than willing to keep it up. But, when they came to their floor first, she couldn’t help but lament the sad little fact that they hadn’t been able to share a short time with each other. She wanted to be inappropriate and get wild with him.
That was okay, they would have plenty of time to be careless and immature about their sexuality. She was certain this was going to just be the kind of relationship they were going to have in the future.
They walked down the hallway together, his hand on her ass, and she couldn’t help but love the warmth of it there, the feeling of him marking her as his own. She wanted to be his for the rest of her life and she wanted everyone in the world to know it.
Inside the apartment, she waited for him to close the door before she turned on him and slammed him back into the door. She threw herself against him, feeling the warmth of his body against her as she pinned him to the door, kissing him on the lips and feeling his hands running over her stomach that had hardly started to change since she found out she was pregnant. He touched her with a fierce passion that rippled through his fingers. This was something that spoke deeply to her and resonated inside of her.
She wanted to feel his fingers underneath her dress, against her naked skin and touching her with the kind of love and power she had for him. She knew her feelings were mirrored inside of him and she was ready to unleash them upon him. She was ready for him to give her everything he had. She wanted all that he could give her. She wanted every last drop of it.
She parted her lips and felt his tongue against hers, licking hers and dancing with her in circles, swirling passionately together as they explored one another. This was everything she wanted in a man and this was what she demanded from him. Her hands ran over his body, feeling the muscles under his vest and shirt, running down to his pants and feeling the swollen cock hidden away, hungry to play with her. She was hungry to play with him.
She started taking off his clothing, piece by piece, ripping off his jacket and taking off his tie as his fingers groped at her breasts. She loved being naked for him and she loved the feeling of his fingers pulling down one side of her cocktail dress, exposing her breast and she smiled at the feeling of his fingers on her bare breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple under his thumb.
He moaned at the feeling of her breasts and she loved how sensitive her nipples were getting, how much every touch and every feeling of his thumb made her want more and more. It was such a euphoric sensation that she moaned and begged for more from him. Yes, she wanted more from him. She wanted so much more from him.
Getting him shirtless and taking off his pants, she reached behind her back and unzipped the zipper holding her dress on. She let it fall to the floor and she slid her panties down after it, kicking them off so that she was only wearing the new ring that she had been given from the man that she was in love with.
Yes, this was everything that she needed and all that she wanted right now in her life that she could possibly beg for. There was nothing more she wanted in her life than a man who was willing to ravage her and give her the feelings he was giving her right now.
She stroked his cock, feeling how hard it was and enjoying the reactions she got from touching it. He was too busy kissing her bare shoulders and neck, his fingers playing with her nipples and breasts, to do anything about her toying with him. She loved the power it gave her to be holding his cock and enjoying it as much as he was.
It was the kind of sensation that made her feel like she was a queen, powerful and noble. She loved feeling his cock ready for her, begging for her to play with it. She was more than excited to play with it and have it inside of her. She didn’t want to waste this moment. She wanted to make the most of it.
He craned his head and cupped her breast, bringing her to the tips of her toes as he licked her breast, the tip of his tongue running circles around her nipple. His hand slipped around her lower back and flipped her around, pinning her to the door. The skin on her back was instantly chilled by the sensation of the cold door against her. It was the most exciting feeling she had ever experienced and she wanted more of it.
She loved the feeling of his tongue on her nipple, playing with her and she loved the feeling of his hand gripping her breast tightly, squeezing it playfully as she squealed in delight.
“You like that?” he asked her with a breathy voice. “You like it when I play with your nipples? You’re turning into a naughty girl. You’re turning into a very naughty girl.”
“I like what I like,” she moaned, stroking his cock and feeling his balls in her hands.
She loved how long a
nd fat his cock was. She loved how it brushed against her fore arm when she touched it. It was so exciting to feel the warm tip of its head against her. The tighter she gripped his cock and the more firmly she stroked it, the fiercer his tongue got when it came to her nipples. He was eager to make her feel as wonderful as she made him feel.
She liked the competition and she was more than eager to keep it going. She would fondle his balls, cupping them and playing with them as they played together. He would move from one nipple to the next, licking her and making her squeal.
She loved this more than anything else. He was a caring lover, reading her gasps and her movements, the slightest change in his grip would signal to him if she wanted him to keep doing that or that it wasn’t doing much for her.
The slightest movements were enough for him to read.
She dropped down onto her knees and looked at his cock, pulling her breast away from his powerful lips and his equally powerful tongue. It was her turn to do something fierce and powerful. It was her turn to enjoy giving him the pleasure of a lifetime. She took a hold of his cock and slowly brought her lips to the tip of his head, kissing it softly and watching him as he reacted to it.
