“Robert,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Tell me you’re mine, princess,” he demanded.
I had no choice but to comply. When in this position, with all of these feelings running through me, I would say or do whatever it is he asked. “I’m yours.”
“Huh!” I gasped at the loud tearing sounds that I heard. I pulled back to see a tear in my blouse.
Robert didn’t even stop to acknowledge it, his hands going to my skirt, pulling at it.
“Robert, you ripped my blouse!”
“I’ll buy you another,” he responded urgently, while his hands easily found the back zipper of my skirt, slipping it down my hips and legs, leaving me in a torn shirt, bra, and panties.
“You better!” I responded, trying to sound angry but the airy tone of my voice spoke more to how turned on I was in that moment, than upset over a shirt. Besides, it wasn’t the first time he’d torn an item of clothing of mine in his rush to get me undressed.
“It’d be better if you stopped wearing clothes altogether.” His lips closed in on mine again, halting any reply I might’ve had.
I began hurriedly unbuttoning the collared shirt he’d worn to dinner while loosening the tie. As soon as his buttons were free, I pushed the shirt over and down his shoulders, exposing his broad, sculpted chest. I licked my lips as he let me stare at his body in amazement. I admired how, despite the fact that he often worked sixty-plus hour weeks, he found the time to keep in shape all while still being an attentive boyfriend.
“Come here,” he growled, wrapping his right hand around the back of my head and neck, pulling me to him, collapsing his mouth to mine again. He would only let me stare for so long before he needed to touch, to finish what he’d started.
Finding myself pressed against the cool sheets of my full size mattress, I arched my back, pressing my still covered breasts against his bare chest as his body covered mine. His hands went around my back, undoing the clasp of my bra and quickly discarding it. His head dipped low and he ran his tongue down the center of my chest before moving to my left breast, covering it with his mouth.
“Ah!” I let out on a heaving breath when his tongue ran along my turgid nipple.
He did it again and again, sending my body to higher and higher levels of pleasure, but just prior to the peak he would back off, delaying the ultimate gratification. He used his hand to pinch my other nipple before he trailed a line of kisses down my belly, pausing for a moment to dip his tongue into the folds of my belly button before continuing on.
With insistent hands he tugged at my panties, pulling them down my thighs and over my knees until he removed them completely. He then forced my knees apart with his hands, his eyes glittering in hunger as he stared at my sopping wet sex.
Instinctively, my knees tried to tighten, but Robert held firm, keeping them apart.
“I told you, your body belongs to me. Every inch of you is mine. Don’t ever try to hide this pretty pussy from me, princess.”
I sighed, tossing my head against the pillow, still unable to believe the impact his words could have on me, when I felt the wetness between my legs increasing. Oral sex was something I was still getting used to. The only man to have ever done it to me was Robert. Cohen had believed that it was unsanitary. Of course, that hadn’t stopped him from requesting I use my mouth on him. But that wasn’t the case with Robert. He gave as if his own life depended on it, and rarely asked for the return favor. It was as if seeing me pleasured gave him his own pleasure and he didn’t need to ask for more.
Any coherent thoughts I’d been able to have up until that moment, were cut short when Robert dipped his head and ran his tongue up and down the entirety of my labia. Again, my back arched and I planted my elbows into the mattress, my toes digging into the bed as well. Robert’s hands moved under my buttocks to my waist, essentially lifting me off of the bed, bringing my core closer to his mouth. The moans that poured from his mouth as he sexually stimulated me with that same mouth turned me on that much more. I’d never felt so desired and wanted as the times when he and I made love.
The tingling first started in my toes before working its way up my legs, down my thighs, until finally exploding in my core. I lifted my hips as the powerful shockwaves of my orgasm took a hold of my body. My fists tightened and I threw my head back against the pillow, all the while calling his name.
It took me a while to reorient myself after that explosive orgasm. When I did, I came to to see Robert hovering over me.
“I’ll make you come like this every night.” His words were so full of promise. “Marry me.”
I went to respond, but my breath was stolen once again as he began to ease his thick erection inside of me. He lifted my right left over his left forearm, opening me up and exposing me even more to his entry.
Panting, I lifted my hips, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“Marry me,” he insisted again at the same time he fully seated himself inside of me.
“Robert,” I sighed out, not knowing what else to say. I could barely register the words he was saying. “Oh!” I yelled when he tilted his hips, allowing his penetrating cock to hit the sensitive nerve endings that composed my G-spot. My eyes crossed and head fell back when he did it over and over again.
“Be my wife, Deborah,” he demanded.
“Yes!” I shouted, ready to agree to anything at that point.
He rewarded me by reaching down and rubbing his thumb against my clitoris while continuing his penetrations, sending me into my second orgasm of the night.
I didn’t yell this time around. I was too spent. Instead, I let the orgasm have its way with my body as I convulsed and tightened up. I felt the inner walls of my sex clamping down around Robert’s still thrusting cock. Finally, I felt his body stiffen in my arms, the veins popping out of the side of his neck as he came.
