“Diego, please.” She panted and locked her pleading gaze with his. “Now. I mean it. I don’t know why, but I just have to have you now. Every inch, every drop.
Without a word, he gave her what she wanted, aligning the head of his rod with her dripping cunt. His big hands clutched her hips, holding her still, and his engorged cock pushed through her juicy slit and filled her, spearing her to the core. The full moon had emerged opposite the fading light of dusk. It outlined his head and he howled, throwing his head back. The sensation of hanging suspended above his sex with the evening ocean breeze cooling her skin and the sound of the surf nearby proved to be pure heaven. But still, she had to satisfy that animal drive and savor a fast fuck and swift come.
It didn’t seem Diego would give her what she wanted after all. He held her there for a long moment, his balls twitching against her ass, his manhood buried to the very root. He didn’t move. He just stood there, his rippled, bare chest rising and falling with his heavy respirations as if he fought the clutches of madness.
“Please, please, just do it,” she said.
His eyes had been rolling back in his head, but he lowered his gaze when she spoke. She saw a burning, passionate love in his gaze so intense it almost frightened her. She reached out, stroked his face and savored the sensation of his whiskers against the sensitive flesh of her palm.
“What is it? Is something wrong?”
He turned his face into her palm and kissed it, feather-soft. One of his hands slid down and he dug in the front pocket of his gaping shorts. He pulled his fist out, holding it there above the spot where their bodies joined.
“Britt, I love you.”
Intense affection washed through her, but she still had that unsatisfied urge between her legs. “Oh honey, I love you too.” Her breathy tone had an edge of perplexity and impatience.
He opened his fist. Her gaze sliced down. She gasped, now understanding the strange mood between them. There, in the moist palm of his large hand, sat a glittering diamond ring, so pretty in all its platinum glory.
Somewhere in the periphery, one of his favorite artists, Bob Seger, belted out, “Someday, lady you’ll accomp’ny me.”
She gulped down a lump. Not once in the last several months since she’d moved in with him had they discussed marriage. He’d mentioned having a son together, but no marriage. Even as happy as he made her, she’d never even dreamed of it. As far as she had been concerned, there could be no life better than what he already offered her.
“Diego, I…wow.” She shoved a hand through her hair, amazed that even with the distraction of his offering, she continued to be very conscious of him filling her, of the tiny prickles of desire threatening to explode at any second.
“Britt…I… I couldn’t think of any other way to propose to you. I wanted it to be unique, yet to signify the special relationship that started with a kinky pack of pictures. In those snapshots, I glimpsed this gorgeous, amazing woman who brought me down on my proposal knee from my first glimpse of her. I wanted you then, so badly, but I want you even more now. For forever. Britt, will you please marry me?”
The tears threatened to dampen her ardor, but she didn’t care anymore if she didn’t get her much-needed climax. He stood there with the breeze blowing his hair and his shaft inside her, looking so male and handsome she couldn’t breathe. And yet his words sounded almost sad, as if he fully expected her to say no. His eyes flickered with the emotional torture she’d glimpsed in the old Diego’s eyes, before she knew what made him tick, or struggle to tick. She ached to take him in her arms, but how did she do that among the tangle of all these straps?
The thought made her grin. It illustrated their relationship and the desperate tangle of love they had for each other. But she didn’t have to think about it anymore. She never wanted him to unbind her from this lifestyle he’d introduced her to. Knowing that, she couldn’t think of a better, more appropriate, more romantic marriage proposal than this one with her cunt swallowing up his cock to the hilt while she dangled from a swing and he offered her a ridiculously huge rock of a ring.
She threw her head back and laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you. What a stupid question.”
Diego stared at her with his mouth hanging open for all of two seconds. His lips twitched with humor and he said, “Damn, for a while there I thought you were going to screw me over.”
“Never, but I sure wish you’d screw me. That is, after you put that rock on my finger. And honey?”
“Huh?”
“Please don’t go down on one knee. Stay right where you are.”
His chuckle vibrated deep inside her. Waves of desire clouded her vision as he slid the ring onto her finger. She turned her hand this way and that among all the straps of the swing. The warm and heavy ring glittered and shimmered by the light of dusk.
But her engorged pussy felt warm and heavy too.
She had to have relief.
“Does this mean I’ll get to see you in a tie after all?” she asked, brushing her lips over his.
He frowned. “Yeah, with my leather jacket and holey jeans at our biker wedding.”
She laughed. She sounded happy to her own ears, content, loved and in love. “And me in leather chaps with nothing but a G-string under them?”
“Hmm, not so sure about that.” His gaze narrowed with a jealous gleam. He kissed her long, deep, full of emotion and possession. “Might have a problem keeping you to myself. And that ain’t happenin’ because you’re all mine.”
“No complaints here, Master.”
He moved inside her, drawing back, her honey coating his rod. The scent of their arousal wafted up to tease her nostrils as he moved in, out. She’d been close to climax all along. But now, with a ring on her finger and her ruggedly handsome, future husband standing between her legs ready to bring her to a new plateau of pleasure, she perched on the precipice of rapture.
Diego’s hungry gaze raked her strung-up body. He panted, shaking his head. “Damn. Just look at you so pretty in all that kinkiness. What the hell am I going to do with you?”
Britt closed her fingers around the straps and pushed against the stirrups, the ripples of lust rising up to enslave her. “How about you make me come so I never have to say ‘pink’ again when—” But the words weren’t completely out of her mouth before she orgasmed. He’d already taken her to nirvana and back.
The End
About Titania Ladley
Titania Ladley is a multi-published erotic romance author and registered nurse living in the upper Midwest USA with her husband and teen son. She has been published with Ellora’s Cave since 2004 writing in various genres, including paranormal, historical, contemporary, male/male, gay/lesbian, ménage, vampire, SciFi, and light BDSM. She also writes for Ellora’s Cave under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze.
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