“If you want,” he teases back.
My heart is racing as I slowly peel back the ribbon, then use my fingernail to gingerly cut through the tape. I want to save this wrapping paper.
As it falls back, I gasp. I think I knew what was inside, but seeing it is a whole different matter.
A jewelry box. Nothing fancy, but when I open it, that’s when I almost fall apart.
The most gorgeous engagement ring sits on a layer of felt, sparkling up at me like the most glorious future.
Like the box, the ring is humble, and I know that’s because it’s all Blake can afford right now. But that doesn’t matter to me. It’s beautiful. I don’t need a thousand carats or a platinum band; I just needhim. And wearing this on my finger every day to show the world that I’m his will be the biggest privilege of my life.
“Kathryn Emily Meyer,” Blake says, his voice so strong and calming. “Will you make me the happiest man—”
“Yes,” I blurt out before he can even finish. “Of course I will! Yes!”
I hand him back the ring box, and he removes the ring and slips it onto my finger. My whole body goes hot, and I collapse into his arms.
He catches me like I weigh nothing, spins me, and sets me down on my back beneath him.
The lights from the Christmas tree gleam off the brand new rock sitting on my finger. The fire warms my toes, and Blake’s scent and strong arms wrap me up in what can only be described as perfection.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears as he grinds against me, showing me just how hard he is for me.
“Take your pants off,” he tells me. It’s a command—a command which instantly causes my body to buzz with excitement.
I obey and pull my pants down, leaving me bare beneath him.
His eyes sparkle as he drags his gaze across my body. I used to feel anxious when he looked at me—even ashamed—but now I love it. He has the power, but I can also make him hard in an instant.
“Spread your legs.”
Yes…more…
I do as I’m told and open up for him. He’s already hard as a rock, and pride swells through me as he takes me, spreading me open with his thick shaft.
Every time he fucks me, I’m sure he’s going to split me in two. He’s just that big. But then I relax and let him overwhelm me, pound me through countless orgasms until I nearly pass out.
I let out a deep sigh as he fills me up, leans in, and kisses me down the neck, causing my whole body to shiver with warmth and delight.
The way he can deliver passion and dominance at the same time is mind-blowing.
He reaches down and presses a finger on my clit, and that’s all it takes. Just the right amount of pressure and I go off.
My pussy clenches down on him as he pumps me hard. I reach out with one hand and grab the leg of the coffee table. The other finds his hand, which he pins down by my cheek.
I’m coming so hard, milking his cock as his own orgasm rocks him and I feel his hot seed spray inside me. He presses his tongue into my mouth as his cock flexes hard, filling me completely.
I wrap my arms around him and let out a little giggle as a thought slips into my mind. “Can you imagine…?”
“Imagine what?” he asks, breathing heavily.
“If I gave you your time off?” He chuckles. “This…whole thing with us…it never would have happened.”
He frowns, giving me a playfully stern look. “Oh, it would have happened.”
How does he always know just what to say?
“Yeah?”
