Pen gives me a smouldering look and I pull her back against me, our lips tangling as our hands work frantically to remove unwanted layers of clothing.
When our skin is finally bared, Pen spins and grips the back of my sofa, looking at me over her shoulder.
I grin and step forward, dropping to my knees.
“What?” she protests.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her, closing my mouth over her centre before dragging my tongue from her clit to her opening. She’s ready and wet. I tease her with my tongue, playing with her sensitive flesh. My tongue dipping in and out of her entrance. I hold her hips steady as I use my tongue and mouth to drive her higher. When she comes apart, I jump to my feet, lining myself up with her convulsing entrance, before sliding home. The walls of her pussy clamp around me as I slide in and out, picking up speed. She moans loudly as I drive forward, before withdrawing, her muscles clenching hard against my cock.
“You feel amazing,” I say, dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades, my hand coming around and covering her breast, tweaking and pinching her nipples, the way I’ve found she likes. Pen stands up, her back against my front. I bend my knees slightly, but her height allows for me to continue driving in and out of her.
“Oh,” she squeaks, her hands coming up and around my neck, pulling me down until my lips find the sensitive spot just above her shoulder.
“I’m going to come again,” she says breathlessly, her amazement clear.
“Then let go,” I say, clamping my lips onto her neck and sucking.
Her body trembles, her muscles locking. I speed up my own movements, pumping in and out, my own orgasm building. I drop my hand to her clit, to continue her orgasm until she is writhing and groaning. I pump in a few more times, her muscles driving me over the edge. I feel my cum spurt into her warmth, a feeling of contentment I’ve never experienced before overwhelming me.
“Marry me,” I say against her skin, unable to stop the words.
Pen turns her head with such force I have to pull back to prevent her from head butting me.
“What did you just say?”
“I said. Penelope Dawson. Will you marry me?”
Pen stares at me wide eyed. Her top lip caught between her teeth. When it pings out, I notice the mirth in her eyes. “Elijah Frazer, are you really asking me to marry you with your cock buried deep in my pussy and your cum running down my leg?”
“I suppose I am,” I tell her with a shrug. Withdrawing from her body and scooping her up into my arms. Pen lets out a laugh and wraps her arms around my neck.
I carry her through my bedroom and into the shower, before taking my time to clean her up. I finally wrap her in a large fluffy bath sheet, my towel knotted at my waist.
CHAPTER 69
PEN
“Marry me,” Elijah says again, pulling me into his arms when we finally get out of the shower and get dressed.
I grin up at him. “Don’t you think it’s a little soon. Lust is one thing, but how do you know you’re still going to want me?—”
He stares at me wide-eyed, his arms snaking around my waist, pulling me against his chest, as my pulse picks up.
“God, Pen. Want you? I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember. Forced myself to suppress those feelings, knowing I could never have you.”
He looks at the ceiling before his eyes meet mine, the truth of what he’s saying shining out.
“I’ve sat by and watched you date other men, knowing I had no right to my jealousy, or to you. In the beginning, I didn’t understand what it was, but then as we got closer. After you nearly drowned and then my accident. It was like a weight around my neck.” I watch his throat bob. “When you got engaged to Kristophe…I can’t explain it.”
His voice catches and I can see the anguish in his face.
He drops his forehead to mine.
“Do you know I was going to ask you out the day Darra told me she was pregnant?”
I freeze. My muscles cramping as I stare at him, a pain forming in the back of my throat.
“It wasn’t my imagination,” I whisper.
