by Tilly Pope
I stretch out an arm to tentatively run a finger up his length, watching his face as I do it. Derek’s brows quirk down in a frown for a second before his lips part slightly, sighing out a long breath. I wondered how long I can go for before he wakes up.
I apply a little more pressure with my finger to his cock, tracing the vein that runs all the way from the bottom to the top. Derek lets out little moans and whimpers in his sleep and I bite my lip, feeling my arousal growing at the sound of him. I sit up next to him, allowing me a better angle to see his face and easily grasp the base of his cock in my hand. His body jerks at the sudden contact and he groans, one eye peeking open slightly.
“Good morning.” I say as I lazily stroke him.
“Damn girl,” he breathes, “how long have you been doing that?”
“Not long.” I look up at him. “Would you like me to stop?”
“God, no.”
I giggle and lean down to leave a trail of kisses along the underside of his cock, feeling Derek’s hand move my hair from the side of my face and holding it in a clenched fist. I run the flat of my tongue along my favorite vein, kissing the head of his cock with my hot mouth, eliciting a quiet growl from him.
“Enough.” He says, voice still groggy from sleep. “Get up here.”
I happily oblige and crawl up his body, moving my legs to either side to straddle him. Skimming my wet folds against his cock lightly I lean down for a kiss, Derek’s fingers coming to tangle in my hair. I reach down between us to grab his cock and position it against my pussy before sinking down on it.
Derek’s fingers trail up and down my back as we kiss soft, gentle kisses, just enjoying being connected. Eventually Derek begins to gently rock his hips up, thrusting into me. I pull away from his lips to rest my body against his, breasts pressed against his chest, and I nudge my head into the crook of his neck.
I grind my hips down against his thrusts, enjoying the way my clit rubs against him and feeling the slow build-up of pleasure in my body. The room is filled with quiet sighs and panting, neither of us having the energy for anything more. Sweat forms between our bodies.
I press my hips down harder, desperate for more friction against my clit, so close to my orgasm.
“I need…” I gasp beside his ear.
Derek knows my body well and understands exactly what I need. I feel his hands move to my hips, holding them firmly, and he rocks his hips harder into me, creating that much needed friction. I let out a quiet moan into his ear, knowing how much he loves to hear the pleasure giving me. Derek goes rigid beneath me.
“Shit.” He croaks.
His nails dig into my skin and he kisses my neck when he comes, not stopping until I climax myself, quivering against him, walls clenching around his cock. Derek groans appreciatively, his hands caressing my back, and we stay like that for a while, cuddling and out of breath.
Then to my surprise, Derek reaches for the bedside table. “So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he says opening the drawer.
“Oh? What is it?” I stretch slowly, feeling well used.
He thrusts a blue Tiffany box into my field of vision. “I know we’ve only been together for three months but I knew it on the first day that you were it for me. Will you do me the honor of making it official? Be my wife, Julia.”
He opens the box and reveals a diamond solitaire. There’s a lump in my throat. I can hardly speak.
“Julia?” he sounds anxious and I immediately meet his eyes to reassure him. Lacking the words, I nod frantically.
“Y-yes?” he asks, his face lighting up.
“Definitely yes. You’re not the only one whose smitten dude.”
“Ha! I knew it!” he says triumphantly as he pushes the rock onto my finger.
Epilogue
Derek – Two Years Later
If I’d been asked me two years ago if it is possible to be this happy in a relationship, I’d have said that if you were seeking happiness, try looking at the bottom of a whisky bottle.
Now, I can’t even imagine how empty my life used to be.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look what I drew!” I bend down and let my son, Max, fly into my arms as I step in the door of our home. Julia comes waddling towards me, her second pregnancy making her slow. I smile wide, when I catch sight of her. I can’t help myself. I fall more in love with her every day
“Hey mama.” I say leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“Hey papa,” she answers, turning her face so that the kiss lands on her lips. The diamond collar she wears shines in the sunlight streaming through the picture window. I gifted it to her on our honeymoon. She was so happy to finally be mine.
All of her.
I’ll never betray that trust.
After I asked her to marry me, Julia never returned to work.
But we are determined that the Velvet Star Hotel and Casino will be a five-star establishment by the end of the year. So, we’re in the middle of a remodel and I’ve been grappling with contractors all day.
Our growing family means that Julia and I have to think about our future. And our children’s future. Not that they would ever want for anything. But we are taking the business to the next level. It’s all about legacy.
“How was your day, sir?” Julia teases, running her fingers up and down my chest. My cock twitches in my pants. I love it when she calls me that. I think tonight I’ll surprise her in the playroom I’ve assembled in her old bedroom. I knew that room would come in handy one day.
I reach up to cover her hand with mine, giving her a soft smile.
“It was hectic as fuck. We still got quite a bit done. And you? How are you? How’s the baby?” I place my hand gently, flat against her belly. She smiles, seeming to light up from inside.
“Kicking the hell outta me. Max got pissed that he couldn’t sit comfortably in my lap. Juanita made cookies and Max got to draw so I could take a nap.”
“Sounds hectic.”
“It was.”
“Sit down. Tell me all about it.” I say, snaking a hand around her waist and leading her to the couch. We both sit, and she puts her legs in my lap so I can massage her feet. I tell her all about the remodeling, hiring additional staff to properly manage the hotel and installing a convention center for conferences and as a resource for business travelers.
“It all sounds exciting. By the time this one’s born we’ll be up and running.”
“Yes, new and improved.” I nod. “Thanks to you.”
“Just,” she kisses my nose. “Like,” she licks my cheek. “You.”
I moan my agreement. I can’t wait to show her just how much I love her tonight.
Our lips lock in passionate harmony and everything is right in the world.
The End
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Tilly Pope writes dirty, hot and over the top insta-love stories about possessive alpha males who know what they want. Always short, always naughty, no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Tilly loves football, spanking and wine.
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