by Gina Kincade
Way too many orgasms.
I staggered to the bed, collapsed down onto the covers and curled into fetal position.
I was barely awake and yet I couldn’t stand being here alone.
“Are you going to come cuddle me?” I asked.
I forced my eyes open as the covers came up over my body, my belly’s convulsions slowing down in its uncontrollable spasms.
David smiled down at me. “In a minute. You rest.”
He looked so proud, and a little smug. His head cocked to the side, his eyes shining.
I closed my eyes and let exhaustion drag me down into sleep. He’d always said it was a goal of his, to fuck me into oblivion. He may have achieved it.
I drifted in and out of sleep, forcing my eyes open as I heard him cleaning up, but I couldn’t get up to help. My mind slid back into sleep, and I didn’t stir until the morning.
I woke up to the feel of David’s huge body behind mine, his warmth as comforting as it was arousing.
I turned in his arms and kissed his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of complete contentment that being with my lover brought me.
I loved the dynamic between David and me. He was strong, intelligent, thoughtful and gave me everything I needed to be happy and satisfied.
In return I gave him as much love, affection, and time as I could.
“Good morning.” His husky voice sounded and I turned around properly so that I could settle my head into the soft pillow and look up into my man’s green eyes.
“Good morning, how did you sleep?” I asked him, knowing that he may have been awake all night and I wouldn’t have even known it.
David’s ex wife was emotionally degrading, used him sexually and would physically harm him as well. As a consequence he’d suffered insomnia for over twenty years. His demons chased him through the nights and he struggled to get more than a couple of hours sleep.
His ex-wife refused to sleep next to him also, preferring to keep herself at arms length from him. He’d been alone and lonely for so long, it broke my heart when I thought about it.
So my presence through the night helped him a lot. Or so he said.
“Hmmm, awesome with you in my arms.”
Oh, my sweetheart.
I lifted my mouth and pulled him to me for a kiss. He rarely slept well, his night time tortured by the mistakes and abuse of his past. But he stayed close and held me all night; and for that... I was always grateful. I slept so much better with him there beside me, surrounding me.
“Breakfast?” I asked, wanting to eat before we got into the rest of our, I assumed, sex filled day.
He nodded and rolled away, going straight to the fridge for the left over fruit and chocolate mousse from the night before.
“Thanks so much for packing up last night, honey.”
The poor thing had packed up our discarded clothes, all the mess from the candles, and the chocolates.
He grinned as he got two plates ready and walked back over to the bed.
“You were totally passed out. I was worried about making noise, but you didn’t even stir.”
I laughed as I stretched my arms above my head, letting the sheet fall so that my breasts were on view and would look good from the angle he stood at.
“Well, you do happen to be the most amazing lover in the world.”
He looked away but I could see the smile on his face.
“Here you go, eat this. You’re gonna need your strength today.”
I groaned as I scooped up some mousse and slid the spoon into my mouth.
I bet.
Chapter Four
“Last test this morning, my princess. I hope you’re up for it.”
I finished half the bowl of mousse and most of the strawberries and watermelon. I licked my lips with exaggerated contentment and gave him a slow smile.
“You know my belly is still sore from yesterday?”
He grinned. The smile lighting up his whole face.
“You forfeit then?”
No fucking way.
“And give up my chance to be your Queen? Never!”
I was doing a good job of ignoring the fact that my boyfriend of less than six months was hinting at a real proposal. Because the very thought filled me with as much terror as it did hope. It was so early, and I had so many hurdles to still leap with my ex-husband. Not to mention the unhealthy attachment his ex-wife still had to him.
Was that something we could overcome, and should I really be thinking about that now?
He could be just role-playing for the fun and excitement it added to the sexual adventure... but I had a strong feeling he was very serious.
We’d fallen in love so quickly when we first met. We both knew exactly what we needed from a relationship after failing so spectacularly in our firsts. So grabbing at it when we recognized that we’d found everything we’d been looking for through our lives, hadn’t exactly been rocket science. We’d totally love bombed each other for the whole relationship.
But marriage? That may be a step too far, too soon.
His eyes turned serious and he stood up.
“This last test is a dual one. I want us to do a heart to heart to prove the depth of love you are capable of. And the final... is a water test. I want you to mark me as well.”
I swallowed, worry swimming through me at the second request. Despite the fact we were only playing a game, I didn’t want to fail him at the last.
“You know I can't control it, honey.”
He nodded. “I know.” And then he took out the moisturizer from his black toy bag and handed the bottle to me.
“Would you mind?”
Oh, I loved this part. He’d taught me so many tricks to do with love making, and playing with his cock until it got hard and red and thick with blood.
“Absolutely.” I shimmied back on the mattress and lay down, reaching for the slick and squirting some into my hands.
This was a new trick for us and it was fabulous.
When I’d become frustrated one day, because he seemed to do everything in our love making, including getting himself hard... I’d asked for some tips on the way to touch him.
I had this mastered now and he was like a fifteen year old in his excitement to have me touch him.
The women in his past mustn’t have been very generous in the bedroom, because his surprise that I wanted to touch him at all, was as genuine as it was heartbreaking for me.
I pushed such things from my mind as he knelt on the bed and crawled forward, his massive shoulders flexing as he prowled over me like a gigantic cat.
His lips were finally within kissing distance and he was up on his knees, his thighs spread over my hips.
He groaned as he squeezed me tight. “I love feeling you between my legs like this.”
I nodded in agreement. This felt pretty amazing to me as well. The heat, the closeness, being able to touch all of him and stare into his eyes as well.
I reached for him, one lubricated hand holding the base of his cock and the other moving up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive head.
His face went slack, his breathing changing as he began to thicken and lengthen in my hand.
He gasped a little, then stopped breathing as he rocked his hips back and forth.
I needed to talk to him, use the erotic words that turned him on so much.
“You feel so good, my love. So... thick and hard. I love how your body responds to me.”
He huffed out a laugh, his body beginning to vibrate with strain. He’d lasted so well already, he’d have to cum soon. Surely?
“Ah...” He pulled away and I moved my hands down, waiting the two seconds he needed to get his body under control, then he moved back to me.
I swapped hands and used my palm to stimulate just the head, rubbing in circles over the enlarged, red, arrow shaped flesh.
He pulled back again quickly, blowing out his breath, hard.
“Fuck. You almost
made me cum.”
Well, I couldn’t have that. Not yet. I wanted him inside me so I could feel those delicious spurts of seed.
I pulled one of my legs up and out and he shifted so that he now lay on his side between my thighs.
He grabbed his cock with his fist and thrust the head into me. In, out, in, out. Going shallow, his movements jerky as he fought for control.
“Ready for me?” He asked, pulling out and laying on his side.
He licked his fingers and pressed two to my entrance.
“Really?” I asked, even as he reached deep inside me and found the glands to make me squirt.
“Really.” He nodded, waiting for signal.
This was something I loved, but found icky, too. The first time he’d fingered me until I’d gushed all over him, I’d told him never to do it again.
Yeah, that had lasted all of a week.
He was the first person to ever do this for me, but it was still a strange experience. So, if David didn’t love it so much, I wouldn’t be able to let myself go enough to be able to do it.
But he did, and because of that, I surrender myself to him.
The pressure built as his fingers moved inside of me and the first stream of hot liquid squirted around his fingers.
I yelled out. “Now now now!”
He pulled his fingers out and slammed his cock deep inside.
I screamed out as the orgasm crashed into me and I came all over him as he fucked me through the swelling pleasure and beyond.
I could barely open my eyes as the blissful feelings overwhelmed me. Wave after wave of hot, tingling sensations flowed over my body, dragging me towards saturation.
David slowed his movements down and nestled into me so that he could speak into my ear.
I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist. Here came the official next test. Their heart to heart.
It was the term they used for a rather spectacular style of lovemaking that they shared. The best way to describe it was to say that through his words and actions, David sent a huge wave of love through their connection, I then took it, accepted it, added my own love to it, and sent the wave back. The consequent response was an almost continuous orgasm that ended up painfully cramping my abdomen.
I saw it as a rejoicing song rather than a physical reaction.
“You know I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world?” His hot breath caressed my ear and I felt the wave inside me begin to swell.
I nodded and clung to him as he gently moved inside me in a rocking rhythm. Not thrusting, not shifting in and out, only staying connected.
“Every part of me loves you. The protector in me wants to protect you, keep you safe always.”
I clamped down on him, my pussy sucking him in and pleasure wrapping around me, then fading away like a dream.
I kept my eyes shut as the heat and sweat between us built, sticking our heaving bodies together and making the atmosphere around us burn.
“The scientist in me loves your mind. All the beautiful ways you think and the things you create. You are bloody amazing.”
My belly tightened around him and ebbed away just as fast. It was rejoicing in his love, with him being so close. His cock inside me, his body over mine. Just how it should be.
“And most of all sweetheart, I love your heart. The way you love... is truly magnificent.”
This time the swell of pleasure built and crashed over me. I cried out, the intensity of everything I was feeling grabbed at me and tossed me into a sea of pure sensation.
David groaned, gasping as he lost control.
“I’m going to cum in you...You better be ready, my beautiful girl.”
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held him close, waiting for it to happen. Anticipation made me hold my breath and all of my focus dove down between us, inside my body.
His cock squirted hot cum inside of me and David’s loud, primitive groan of completion made me arch up into him. My body went into overdrive as I rejoiced in him finally joining me.
I screamed out as a wall of pleasure slammed into me like a runaway truck. My belly going into uncontrollable spasms. The pressure inside my pussy was there, telling me I was about to squirt. I released the tight hold I had on my control and let it happen, hearing David cry out even louder in triumph as he too felt the wet heat run all over him.
“You’re marking me, oh good girl... my beautiful girl...” David pressed himself deep and stayed there, our breaths mingling as we kissed and clung to each other through the post orgasmic bliss.
David rolled to his side, bringing me with him so he could stay inside me as long as possible.
He was covered in sweat and his eyes were just about rolling back in his head.
I reached over and stroked his face, feeling his body jerk and vibrate with his long overdue orgasm.
“Wow... wow...” He repeated, his eyes sliding closed as he settled against the pillow.
I smiled to myself and continued to watch him drift into sleep.
There was nothing like this moment for me. It was my absolute favorite part. When he finally, totally relaxed and stayed with me, vulnerable and trusting me to look after him.
I studied his beautiful face as the minutes ticked by. Every line and crease I loved. I would never find another man who loved me the way the he did. Exactly as I was. He wasn’t trying to make me fit into a box or cut off the parts of me that didn’t suit him. He reveled in my inappropriate chatter that made all of his friends nervous. My too nice attitude that his children thought was fake.
For the first time in my adult life, I knew someone loved me, for me.
“Hmm, sorry gorgeous...” His eyes fluttered open as he spoke. “Must have drifted off.”
I smiled at him and continued to run my hands over his chest and arms. He loved feeling me hands on him afterwards and it often caused him to fall asleep once again.
“So, did I pass my test, my King?”
His eyes grew wider and he chuckled, before settling to rest again against the pillows. “Absolutely.” His voice was fading and his eyelids had shut once again.
I closed my eyes too and while he was still inside me, we napped for an hour or so.
When we woke again it was for hot showers and to head out for another day of castle touring.
I slipped my rose colored gown back on and watched my King get dressed once again. A part of me was beginning to feel apprehensive, even sick at what would be uncovered today.
Was he really going to ask me to marry him? He couldn’t.
“Where to now, my love?” I asked.
David held out his hand and led me through the bedroom door. “I think the throne room is the place to go.”
Really? Okay.
We walked together to the first room we’d visited yesterday. There were a few more tourists buzzing around today and heat flushed in my face at the idea that if he had sex in mind, then those people may get more of a view than they’d first anticipated.
David led me over to the pair of thrones and sat me in the one to the left, then dropped down to one knee in front of me.
“Since you’ve passed all your tests, I have a question to ask you.”
My heart lurched in my chest and pain prickled along my skin.
This was it. A moment I would always remember. The day he changed everything.
I nodded, cupping his beloved face in my hands. His jaw was roughened in my palms and yet I ached to kiss him. Everything in me settled as I stared into his eyes and time slowed down.
“Will you please marry me?” He asked.
How were we going to deal with his kids, the distance? Was he crazy?
“But what about... everything? Your ex being around all the time, half your kids hate me. We still live so far away from each other.”
He didn’t seem to falter, his eyes shining up at me.
“None of that matters, because we’ll work it out together. I know we will. This is a token of how much
I love you, and how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So... I’m going to ask you again. Will you marry me?”
Of course I will.
And then it all seemed too simple. What else did we need but our love for one another? Surely we could work out everything else.
“Yes.” I slid forward on my chair and kissed him gently. “I’d love to.”
I’d expected tears to swell in my eyes, but at this moment, all I could feel was pure happiness sweeping through me like the sun lighting a cold land.
He pulled back from my kisses and took out a long, black jewelery box. Too long for a ring.
He snapped it open and took out a piece of paper, which read,
We need to go shopping for a ring, my beautiful xx’
I laughed and kissed him again. Trust him to want me to have what I wanted, and the last thing I needed was a traditional anything this time around. It didn’t matter if I never got an engagement ring, though matching wedding rings would be nice.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
We stood up and together walked out into the courtyard, strolling in the winter sunlight.
I’d done it. I’d actually said yes. Despite all the scars of the past, I was not letting it ruin my future. I believed in marriage. In the ideal of a union that bound two people together.
There was nothing wrong with the constitution, there was something wrong with the person I married the first time around. That wasn’t going to be a problem this time. I was sure of it.
I clung to the piece of paper and held tight to David’s hand, my head spinning with amazement. He’d just proposed marriage.
Marriage!
A man who’d twelve months ago swore an oath to himself that he’d never even live with another woman again, wanted me, monogamously, forever.
“You know there’s no rational reason to do this.” He said as we walked the cobbled footpaths. Cool air in our lungs, the sun shining for us.
I nodded. “Totally, I know.”
My parents were going to kill me when they found out, and no one would understand why I was jumping so fast. But what did I care what anyone else thought? I knew what I needed, and that was David.
“And we won’t get married for a while.”
I nodded again, this time worry creeping in from a different angle.
