Before she can pull away again, I roughly pull her hips back against mine. My cock twitches inside her and she whimpers, a sound that sends sparks of pleasure through me.
“You’ll come when I say so,” I tell her and squeeze her throat.
She quivers and I guide her off the window and against my chest. My thrusts are slow and shallow again, her head tilting to the side as I dip to kiss along her shoulder. She’s complained about her breasts being very sensitive, but I take a chance and cup one gently, thumb brushing back and forth across her nipple. Her moan is muffled by how hard she’s biting down on her lip and her pussy squeezes with the same intensity. I want to see how far I can push her before she snaps.
“Trick, please,” she whines and pushes onto her toes. Her arms wind around my neck and she rolls her hips, or at least tries to, but my grip stalls her movements. She grunts and tugs at my hair in frustration.
“Window,” I command and release her, she stretches forward and presses her hands against the glass. It’s already covered in finger prints and if this becomes our sex room, it’s probably going to be normal. And might need some tinting to protect people from seeing what we’re doing in here.
My hands leave her breasts and I hold her hips as I start to fuck her hard again. She’s so wet, every thrust slides me deeper and the telltale tingle runs along my spine. I reach between her thighs and tap her clit, making Tamara’s hips jerk. Then she’s coming and I fuck her through the orgasm, using her cum as lubricant. She’s on her toes again and with one last thrust, I spill into her and both of us moan at how fucking good it feels.
It takes me a while to come down from the orgasm and I pull out of her carefully, my arms winding around Tamara at the same time. She slumps back against me and hums. I put my hands under her belly and lift it gently, making her moan.
“Definitely making this our sex room,” she slurs and I chuckle, kissing the side of her head.
We sway in place as we catch our breath and when she taps my arm, I release and guide her to the window ledge. I gather our clothes, using my boxers to wipe us both clean. Then I help Tamara back into her clothes and kiss her forehead when she leans into me.
“Hey, Trick?”
“Yeah, Lo?"
“I’m really glad it’s you.”
“It was always meant to be you,” I say with a smile she returns.
“You know what I realised?” she asks from her position on the bench we set up on the terrace a few weeks ago.
Our families pretended not to know what we were up to when we came down after christening our sex room. And I’m grateful to them for it. We sent everyone home before doing one last walk through so Tamara could make notes on her phone. Then we locked up the house and returned to the flat. By the time we showered, made and ate dinner together, midnight was closing in. So I fixed us both large mugs of hot chocolate and came upstairs to watch the fireworks.
“You made the right choice with me?”
She snorts and nudges me in the side. “Next year this time, we’ll have a baby and be living in our house. And we probably won’t be awake to welcome the new year.”
“I gotta be honest, Lo. I’m struggling to stay awake right now.”
“Patrick!” I fake a snore and she smacks me over the head with a cushion. “If you fall asleep right now, you’re not getting any sex in the near future.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so!”
I don’t point out I’m going to be gone all of January and sex would be impossible anyway. Once the baby comes, I doubt she’ll let me anywhere near her with a ten foot pole.
“All right, I’m awake,” I say with a dramatic flair and she laughs. I’d literally do anything to hear the sound as many times as possible. When she tucks herself into my side, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Thank you for today.”
“You gotta stop thanking me for doing nice things for you.”
“But this was beyond nice, Trick. You bought me the house and asked me to marry you.”
I tug at a curl playfully. “One of those two things wasn’t a surprise; I was only fulfilling my promise. Think Julia Christopher will still make our cake?”
She laughs and tips her head back. “She’s my bestie now, so I’m sure she’ll do it. Maybe you should ask, she seems overly fond of you.”
“You jealous, Lotus?”
She scoffs and grips my jaw, keeping my face turned to her. “One, you’ll never find anyone better than me. And two, you know what’ll happen if you cheat.”
