by Natal, Mia
“Christ, fuck! So wet, so tight and all fucking mine,” he growled and pinched one of my nipples. His thrusts were long and hard. It felt like he was trying to fuck himself inside my body. Here I was up against the door as Wyatt fucked me into oblivion as I scratched his back and pulled his hair panting breathlessly, “I wanna feel you…taste you…touch you.” He pulled out of me slowly dragged my body down his length. I felt every inch of his hard body against my much softer one. It was hot, erotic and just plain sexy.
“You want to taste me, pretty girl? Well on your knees and take what’s yours,” he said before feeding me his cock. I must have died and gone to heaven as I feasted on his dick. I used my hand at the base of his cock and stroked him as I sucked on the head. I nibbled and lightly scrapped my teeth along his length. I kept my eyes pinned to his face. His eyes were closed. He was panting and breathing erratically. He was getting close to his release. He grabbed my hair tight, but not enough to cause me any pain. He used it as an anchor as he pumped into my mouth as I sucked him in deeper. With a few more strokes of my tongue he climaxed in my mouth. His essence hitting me in the back of my throat and I gloried in the taste of him. He released my hair and lifted me up by my arms and flung me on the bed where I bounced. Then he attacked me, biting and licking every inch of my body until he reached the juncture between my legs. He was breathing hard. His eyes honed in on my pussy and he gazed at it with eyes that were glazed over with lust and need. He looked as if he found the promise land between my legs. I squirmed as my juices dripped out of me.
“Such a pretty pussy, my girl has. So sweet, so wet, so tasty and all fucking mine. I could live off your juices, baby,” he said before his mouth and tongue made contact with my clit. I was at my breaking point. I was so turned on by his words, his look, and more importantly his tongue.
He used his tongue wisely as he ravished me with it. He growled, he hummed and he inhaled my pussy. My nerves were beating in a fast staccato reaching the highest pinnacle of pure bliss. I wanted to reach my hands out to the heavens as I played a trumpet in praise for reaching a much needed orgasm. We were both gasping for air. Our bodies drenched in sweat, but still we couldn’t get enough of each other. I needed him as I needed air to breath. He needed me as he needed food to fuel his body. He made his way inch by inch up my body placing feather like kisses until his lips met my lips. I opened my mouth wide to take in his tongue, tasting my essence on him. I was delirious with want and unable to think clearly that I blurted out in a fit of passion, “Marry me, Wyatt.” His body stilled and he closed his eyes. I wanted to die a thousand deaths. I was embarrassed. I was afraid he didn’t want me. Finally what felt like eternity, but in reality was only a few seconds he opened his eyes and awarded me with a beautiful smile and then he crushed me when he said, “No.”
“What?” I whispered.
“Rebel, baby I’m a man and I will be the one asking and you will be the one answering, not the other way around.”
“So are you going to ask me?”
“Yes, but not now,” he grinned.
“What?” I whispered and he laughed. Laughed! I reached out and pulled his hair…hard. He sobered up, looked at me and winked.
“Baby, I want you now and forever. Don’t doubt that, but I want to ask in my time. I want to do it in a way that’s memorable, and life altering. So, that you would never, ever doubt how devoted I am to you or how hopelessly and utterly I’m pussy whipped in love with you. So, when I do ask you won’t regret saying yes. I promise it will be a once in a life time proposal, because it will be the only proposal you will ever need or want.”
Wow! I was speechless. I was dazed, but most of all I was riding the high of being in love with the most loving, caring and sexiest man lying next to me, naked in bed. We spent the night making love, fucking and loving each other anyway possible. I was utterly spent in the most delicious of ways known to woman kind. Wyatt got up and kissed me on my back.
“Baby, I’m going to take Blue out for a walk,” he whispered.
“Mmm…,” I replied while burrowing deeper into the bed seeking the warmth his body provided, but was no longer there. I watched him with sleepy eyes as he put on a pair of shorts that sat low on his hips showing off his fantastic V. He did not wear a shirt or shoes and I knew if there were any women on the beach they would be in for a tasty treat of his spectacular body and hypnotic tattoos. He made his way to the door with Blue yapping excitedly at his feet. Once he was gone I got up and dragged myself to the bathroom and proceeded to brush my teeth and wash my face. I put my hair in a messy bun and dressed in a pink pajama shorts and tank top. I went downstairs and straight to the kitchen to take my medications. I grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and my pills from the cabinet. As I was uncapping my meds Marissa strolled into the kitchen looking like a hot mess.
“Rough night?” I asked.
“Ugh, you can say that.”
“You look hung over.”
“It’s a pity then that this look had nothing to do with consuming large amounts of soda.”
“Okay, so no drinking. Didn’t you get any sleep?” I asked.
“That would be a big fat negative. I mean who can sleep with all the ruckus of you and Wyatt going at each other like two rabbits.” I grinned at her and she gave me the finger. We were both busy chuckling when she sobered up and said, “Plus, Ty and I were busy making our own noises.”
“I ah…” I started to say, but was cut off when I heard movement and heavy breathing behind me. Marissa’s eyes bugged out and she quickly excused herself and ran like the little bitch she is. I looked him straight in the eyes and waited for him to say something. He just stood there staring at me. His eyes were full of passion and need. He slowly made his way to me and I became aroused. I felt wet between my legs. When he reached me he traced the apple of my cheek with his thumb. I closed my eyes savoring his touch. He went down on his knees and grabbed the hem of my tank and lifted it up, baring my midriff. He knelt there and contemplated my belly. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed my belly. He hugged me and plastering his face against my stomach. He held me for a while. Neither of us said a word. The silence was dragging and it just about killed me. I sifted my hand through his hair and whispered softly, “Wyatt, talk to me.”
“You’re pregnant? With my baby” he asked and answered his own question sort of, but I still felt the need to reply, “Yes, I’m pregnant with your baby, you already know that. You were there when I got the results.”
“God, I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.” Tears welled up in my eyes. Jesus, my man was the best.
“Rebel, you’re perfect. It hit me when I was walking Blue.”
“What hit you?”
“You having my baby is a beautiful thing and we made that baby out of love. Now, you are bound to me forever, which is exactly where I want you…both of you.”
“I take it you’re really happy?” I asked with my fingers crossed.
“No, pretty girl, I am beyond happy. From this day forward it’s you and me, baby. Together we’re gonna make the world jealous. I wanted to wait. I wanted to make it perfect. I wanted to make it unforgettable. I want it to be life altering, but I don’t want to wait because it will be unforgettable. It will be perfect. It will be life altering because it means I get you and you get me,” he whispered before bringing me down to the floor with him. He pulled me on top of him so that we were cradled face to face. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out his phone and something shiny. He scrolled to his phone and I heard the melodic voices of the Goo Goo Dolls singing, “Come to me.” He looked deeply into my eyes, picked up my hand and said, “Will you marry me, Rebel?” I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Tears pricked my eyes and I had an overwhelming sense that nothing could ever be as sweet as this moment.
I opened my eyes and cupped his face and with care I said, “I love you because you are the only one who actually puts effort in me. I love you becaus
e no one and I mean no one has ever given me the love that you have given me. I love you because you always make me feel I am worth something. I love you because you are the only one who could ever love me this way. Yes, I will marry you.” He took my left hand and slipped the most beautiful ring on my finger.
He kissed me softly on the lips and murmured, “This was my mother’s ring. I had it engraved for you and I had the diamond replaced. Your diamond is a little bigger.”
“It’s beautiful. I love it,” I whispered.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
We sat on the floor in the kitchen basking in the aftermath of and unforgettable proposal. It was perfect. It was life altering and I don’t think he would have been able to top that proposal in anyway. Eventually we made our way back to my room where we celebrated in the naughtiest of ways.
I WAS FUCKING dazed. I mean dazed to the point where my reality was distorted, like when you’re in a fight. Not the kind of fight you have in grade school, where you tell your opponent meet-you-at-the-flagpole-at three o’clock kinda shit, but a real fight where your wrist our strained, your lip and nose are bloody. You can’t believe this shit actually happened. You have a million and one thoughts run through your mind, too fast to process. You lose all sense of time too. Well, that’s exactly how I felt in this moment in time. Five minutes seemed like an hour and an hour felt like an eternity. If you could understand that, then you can understand how I felt when she said yes. I looked over at her and she was bent over the bed petting Blue. Her heart shape ass was in my face screaming hello and her pussy lips were glistening. I swear to god it was taunting me to take a swipe at it. I wanted to eat her up, all of her, starting with her legs and working my way up. By now, my dick was hard as a rock, throbbing and aching to be inside her again. She looked over her shoulder as if sensing my intent to ravish her and gave me a naughty little smile. I swear to god, there was a wicked twinkle in her eyes. They fucking sparkled and I before I knew it, I was behind her. Turning my palm up, I reached down and slipped my middle and ring finger of my right hand up and in between the inner lips of her pussy. She was soaked. I brought the fingers to my lips and sucked her juices off me. Delicious. I brought them back between her inner thighs. Slowly, and deliberately, I started moving my hand in a back and forward motion, running it all the way to her swollen clit. I extended my middle finger and traced small circles around her little bundle of nerves. I watched her back arch, as she pressed her ass further into my cock. I could hear her making low noises through her slightly parted lips. My girl was a freak and she loved every single moment of our play time. She started to nibble on her lower lip as I sped up my movements. Using my left hand, I spread her a little wider, massaging her outer lips. I pinched and pulled on her clit, she moaned, “Wyatt, please.”
Yeah, my girl was into this and wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I pushed her down to her elbows, keeping my left palm on her lower back. I stooped down behind her spreading her butt cheeks. Her asshole was two inches from my face. Gripping both cheeks I spread them as wide as I could and dipped my tongue into her using my piercing to stimulate her.
She flinched and I knew she liked it when she gasped, “Wyatt, please, please, fuck me.”
The head of my cock was throbbing and weeping. I slipped inside her drenched pussy. Some of her juices had dripped down the inside of her right leg. I pulled out and licked off the small droplets with the tip of my tongue, it was melt-in-your-mouth good, before impaling her with my dick again. I took a hold of her hips and began thrusting in and out of her. Spreading her again, I slipped my right thumb inside her ass. She whimpered and bent forward silently asking me for more. She not only liked it, she freaking loved it. I grabbed a handful of her hair with my left hand and thrust harder inside her. I felt her pussy clench my cock in a death grip. I held back until she came, only then did I let go. My mind went numb as I emptied myself inside her. She turned her head to look at me. She smiled and gave me her signature wink. My girl was going to be the death of me with her killer winks and sexy body. I turned towards my side taking her with me. We were both panting for air and it took us quite a bit of time before we came down from our sexual induced high.
“Fuck, I love you so damn much, baby,” I whispered and intertwined our right hands together. She was resting comfortably on me as I stroked her backside with my left hand.
“Wyatt?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I have to tell you some things.”
“Alright, I’m all ears.” She told me about reading the letter her mother left her. I learned her father’s name and how he always wanted to be a part of her life. Grandparents she never knew about. She told me about all the lies her mother told her growing up. I could hear the hurt, the sorrow and longing in her voice. My heart hurt for my beautiful girl. I wanted to make it right for her, give her back something she never had, but should have had.
“Do you want to meet your father?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I mean I want to, but what if he doesn’t like me? He’s a lawyer and I have nothing to show for. You know what I mean?” she quietly said and I can hear the doubt in her voice as if she wasn’t good enough to grace his presence. I didn’t like her feeling that way. I hated that she doubted just how good enough and worthy she actually was.
“Baby, he won’t help, but fall in love with you. You are amazing; remember that always when you doubt yourself. You are love. You care deeply and if he can’t see he greatness in you, then he’s not worthy of you or your time.
“Will you go with me to meet him?”
“I was planning on being there for you, every single step of the way.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I have to head back home and you’re coming with me. We are going home together.”
She looked at me, her eyes dreamy and soft, “Alright, I’ll go home with you.”
“Good.” She was pensive and quiet after that and I caressed her cheek and asked, “What else is on your mind?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Baby, you’re awfully quiet.”
“How can you be so sure of us?” she asked.
“How can you be so sure?” I fired back.
“Because someone once told me life is not a bowl of cherries. Life is what we make of it. What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be. Life is hard…period. Your life does not get better by chance it gets better by change. Nothing holds you back more than insecurities. He also told me he learned it’s not always about trying to fix something that’s broken. It’s about starting over and creating something better. Only you can change the direction on the path of life, just walk through a different door. Well, I will always choose the door that leads me to you.”
“You mean everything to me and if I lost you I wouldn’t be able to handle a life without you. I was born to love you, Rebel just as you were born to be mine. The only thing that matters now is you’re here with me and you agreed to become my wife. I won’t be satisfied until I wake up next you every morning for the rest of my life. We are going to be a family till death do us part and not even then because my love for you will never die.”
“Every time you say sweet things to me you give me the type of feelings people write novels about,” she murmured.
“What feelings might that be?”
“Love, the kind of love that feels like a lump of nerves endings waiting to take flight like butterflies. The skipping of your heartbeat. The sweet daydreaming about your guy. His kisses. His caresses and his smile. All of it is a completely awesome feeling.”
“Baby, that’s sweet. If I did anything right in my life it has to be the day I gave you my heart. My heart is yours and will always be yours. Together is how we should be, always!” Her hunger took that moment to let itself known by growling.
“Umm…I think we’re hungry,” she giggled.
“
Alright, baby let’s go make you something for you two to eat,” I chuckled. I got off the bed and grabbed our clothes off the floor. I handed her clothes to her before slipping on my shorts. I gave her my back and said, “Climb on.” She climbed on my back wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I gave her a piggy back ride to the kitchen and sat her on the counter. I don’t know what it is about sitting her on the counter, but having her there remind me of our first night. It will always be one of my best memories of us.
I HAD THE best guy ever. He loved me. He wants to make me his wife. He’s happy I’m having his baby. I feel utterly and truly blessed. I never would have imagined that my life would have a fairy tale romance with a happily ever after ending, but that is exactly how I felt at the moment as I sat on the counter watching Wyatt make me a ham and cheese omelet. He made enough for us, Ty and Marissa, who had made their way into the kitchen the minute the aroma of the delicious meal Wyatt was making, reached their noses.
She looked at me and gave me her “Are we good?” eyes. I looked at her and blew her a kiss. She ran to me and hugged me tight.
“We good?” she whispered in my ear.
