I watched her pad naked across my bedroom and into the bathroom where we’d nearly flooded the place with our passion.I contemplated the different angles of my bedroom as she was in there, drawing deep breaths as I slowly remembered the details from the night before.
Despite how many times I’d slid my cock into her last night, I still couldn’t believe this was real.
I was in love.
No.
I was…highly satisfied.After something of a dry spell.That had to be it.And I was ready to do this every fucking night for the rest of…the year.Definitely not my life.
She hurried back into the bedroom, diving under the covers.She pulled the sheets up to her chin, grinning at me.“What are you thinking about?”
I wasn’t going to lie.“Your divine pussy.”
She hid her face under the covers, laughing.“Stop it.”
I slid my hands under the covers to find her warm, soft body.As soon as my fingertips met her curves, my cock was stiffening.“You think I’m joking.”
I pulled her into me, but she shied away, hiding her face in my shoulder.
“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet,” she said.
“You came on my tongueandon my cock last night.I don’t care about morning breath.”I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.She smelled like a human flower, and I needed a hit of it before my day truly began.When I tore the covers off us, intent on exploring more of body, she froze.
“Nash—”
I blinked down at her, confused by her sudden hesitance.“What is it?”
She reached for the covers.“Let’s just keep me under here.”
“You don’t want me to see you or something?”
Indecision creased her face.I could tell I’d touched a sore point.Her request to go somewhere darker last night suddenly made more sense.
“Even after all those things we did last night?”I asked, both confused and incredulous as I pushed the sheets back and ran my hand along her hip.She was gorgeous.Full-bodied.Buxom.A hundred other words that were all synonyms forfucking hot.“I’ve seen every part of you, Clara.And I approve whole-heartedly.Look at this.”My cock was already stiff just from looking at her.
Clara nibbled on her bottom lip.“I just have a hard time believing you when I was roughly a hundred pounds lighter four years ago.”
“You don’t need to believe me.You just need to believe this.”I gestured to my cock.
She laughed, but it faded quickly.“I can’t help but imagine what sort of sculpted super models you had to turn down when you signed our contract.I can’t compare to them.I’m never going to be the waifish Hamptons mom who goes to Pilates at seven a.m.and wears a size zero and has it all together.Even when I’m financially stable.I’m just not.”
I held her arms, looking deep into her beautiful eyes.“I’m not asking you to be.”
She inhaled shakily, then nodded.
“I askedyouto be my wife,” I said slowly.“I didn’t ask the Clara who weighed a hundred pounds less.I didn’t put in the contract that you needed to start going to Pilates.I think you’re perfect as you are.I don’t want you to change a thing unlessyouwant to change it.And I sincerely hope you can understand how drop-dead sexy you are someday.”
She laughed a little, dipping her chin.
“I really don’t know any larger proof than this, honestly.”I gestured to my cock, which was still standing strong.
She glanced at it and dissolved into laughter.“Large is right.”
“We should put this proof somewhere,” I muttered, feigning confusion.
“The proof is in the pudding,” she recited.
“Proof is in the pussy, more like,” I cracked, pulling her on top of me.“You’re gorgeous and you make me hard from the second I wake up.I’m dying to put my proof in your pussy.”
