The blush she loved so much crept up his neck as moved behind her to unzip her gown. “The, uh…Rose Garden.”
“The Rose Garden? What is that, like a Republican fantasy?” She tried not to laugh, but she’d never heard of anybody wanting to screw in a White House garden before. Although it had surely been done.
Ethan slipped the gown with its built-in bra from her shoulders, and she shivered with want when knelt behind her and covered her breasts with his hands. The smell of the roses was intoxicating, if a little overwhelming and she closed her eyes, blocking out the rented, overly feminine room.
“You can laugh at the roses,” he whispered against her ear. “I couldn’t find the country I was looking for, so I had to settle.”
He moved away then and pulled her to her feet. The gown pooled on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a white thong and strappy white sandals. The thong was already damp, and she could tell by his mood that he was really going to make her suffer. He took great pleasure in thwarting her impatience.
“What country were you looking for?”
His smile was wicked as he moved to press his tuxedo-clad chest against her naked breasts. “I’d like to find a country that truly adores anal sex.”
She laughed, but her panties went from damp to wet in a less than a second. The thought of that cock in her ass had her grinding her nipples against his tux. “How did we get from anal sex to the Rose Garden? Not that I’m complaining. It can’t be as bad as the Amazon last month. Poison ivy on one’s ass really sucks.”
His laughter made his chest jerk against her taut nipples and she moaned. “The florist brought too many roses, so…”
His words died out when Jill backed away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. When she laid back on the white eyelet comforter, bent her knees and caught her heels on the edge of the bed, he sucked in a breath that made her smile. Talking time was over.
“That’s, uh…not what I was going to ask you, by the way. Downstairs,“ Ethan said quietly.
Okay. Talking time was almost over. She’d just hurry it on its way. Lifting her hips, she slid the thong down and over her sandals. He caught it in midair and tucked it in the pocket of his tux.
Jill spread her thighs wide, making sure her chatty lover had an unobstructed view as she moved her hand over her wet pussy. She heard his deep, ragged breath and knew there would be no more talking. Nothing made Ethan hotter faster than watching her fuck herself.
She dipped her fingers into her own juices and drew moist circles on her hardened nipples. Ethan took a step closer, and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. She kneaded her breasts, catching the nipples between her fingers. Only when Ethan shed his tuxedo jacket and started on the cummerbund did she return her attention to her throbbing pussy. He wasn’t going to give her much more time.
She ran her fingertips over her clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves until she had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to fuck her right then. Ethan moved to stand between her thighs, his eyes never leaving her hands. She slid one finger into her own heat, then another, while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb.
“You are so fucking hot,” Ethan said through gritted teeth, and she was surprised when he knelt in front of her. Normally he didn’t join in until she’d brought herself to the first orgasm of the night.
He pressed his mouth to her, nudging aside her fingers and replacing them with his tongue. Jill squirmed on the bed, lifting her hips to his mouth. He plundered her with his tongue, then brought his own hands into play. He captured her left wrist in one hand, and with other, slipped something onto her finger. Only then did he lift his head.
Jill’s heart stopped when she saw the diamond solitaire he’d slipped onto the ring finger of her left hand. Tears welled in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away, which was no easy feat while lying on her back.
“That’s what I wanted to ask you downstairs. But you distracted me, as always. I love you, sunshine, more than you can imagine. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” Jill managed to say, but it was mostly a sob. “I love you too.”
She captured his head and pulled him up her body until she could press her mouth to his. The taste of her own juices on his lips reignited the flames of arousal and she kissed him hungrily. His tongue slipped between her lips, and she barely noticed the sound of his zipper or the rustle of fabric.
He reached down between them and guided his cock into her, so quickly and deeply she gasped into his mouth. He rocked against her and she moved her hips as well, grinding her clit against him.
“I’m going to fuck you every chance I get for the rest of our lives,” he promised in a low voice. “And you’ll never have to worry about me straying because there’s no pussy I want to fuck more than this one.”
She dug her heels into his ass, forcing him to drive faster and deeper. Her fingernails bit into his back and she came, crying his name. Almost immediately he withdrew, and she moaned in protest. She wasn’t done with him tonight.
He rolled her onto her hands and knees and she reached up to drag a pillow down from the top of the bed. This remained Ethan’s favorite position, but after denting the Sheetrock over their bed at home, Jill had learned to cushion her head.
“You won’t need that. I’ll be gentle.”
“Fuck gentle,” she growled. “You’re never gentle this way.”
Ethan laughed and grabbed her hips. “You’d be disappointed if I was.”
He was right. Jill was still blown away by the private, intimate side of her man. The side that not only didn’t show, but that nobody even suspected existed. The side that whispered nasty promises in her ear. The side that gave her a case of facial rug burn she’d had to hide with makeup. The side that liked to jerk off when he knew she could see him. He could make her hot as hell with just a glance.
When the head of his cock slipped into her, Jill drove backward until his balls slapped against her. Ethan grabbed her hips, pounding her unrelentingly. She clutched the pillow, screaming into it as she came again. He slowed his pace, and she shuddered as her pussy clenched, gripping him with sweet, warm friction.
She tensed when he ran his palm over her ass, but the anticipated slap didn’t come. Instead, he slid a finger over her clit, lubricating it with his juices before moving up to explore the object of his newest fantasies.
Jill forced herself to relax, rocking back and forth along his throbbing cock. He was close, she knew, and when he inserted the tip of his finger into her tight anus, his breath grew more ragged. She moaned as he pushed his finger into her, her nerves on fire with this new sensation. She pressed her hips back to meet each forward thrust of his cock and finger, and felt the tensing in her muscles.
“I think I’ll wait until our wedding night,” Ethan told her, panting with the effort to prolong their pleasure. “I’ve fucked you every other way. The night you become my wife I’m going to fuck your ass, sunshine.”
“How very…Neanderthal of you,” Jill managed to say before the orgasm rocked her. She screamed into the bunched pillow and felt Ethan’s cock pulsing, his hips jerking against hers as he came along with her. His fingernails bit into her ass and he groaned her name. Her chest heaved with the effort of catching her breath and she grunted when he collapsed on top of her.
“I love you,” he murmured into her hair, and Jill smiled at the tone in his voice. Sex was over and the perverted caveman would be hidden until next time. He never talked to her like that except during their lovemaking. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes, then he crawled into bed beside her. He captured her left hand, twirling the diamond with his thumb. “That wasn’t the most romantic time to propose, I guess.”
“It’ll make a wonderful story to share with our friends, though.”
The blush was almost instantaneous, and she laughed. “I thought it was perfect.“
“You’re perfect,” he countered. “I love you.”<
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“I love you, too.” She kissed him, then tucked her head against his chest.
“And when the going gets tough?”
“Jillian’s not going anywhere.”
About the Author
Shannon Stacey was a two-time Olympic gold medal winner, basking in the glory of cereal box appearances, before giving up the athletic world to pursue her love of music. Her command performance of “Mandy” reportedly brought the Queen to tears, but an unfortunate incident with a habanero pepper forced her to turn her attention to other pursuits. After swimming with sharks off the Great Barrier Reef and scaling Mt. Kilimanjaro, she once danced the night away in a little bar known as Rick’s Café Americain.
Okay, I got a little carried away there. All fiction. Although, I’m pretty sure the Queen would cry if she heard me sing Barry Manilow. But I just love to make stuff up. My ability to veer away from the truth, and my horror of anything mathematical, made it pretty clear from an early age that I would be either a writer or a really bad accountant with a lot of good excuses. It wasn’t clear until much later that my favorite stories would be about two people defying all odds to find their Happily Ever Afters.
I married my own Prince Charming in 1993, and we’re the proud parents of a future Nobel Prize for Science-winning bookworm and an adrenaline junkie with a flair for drama. We also have two cats who refuse to curl up on my lap and keep it warm while I write. Fortunately, writing steamy love stories helps heat up the cold New England winters. I'm excited and honored that Ellora’s Cave is bringing my stories to readers.
(That last paragraph—all true.)
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