Movement on the bed startles me awake. I swear I must be dreaming, but then a hand begins to travel up my thigh. As it comes closer to my crotch, I instinctively grab ahold of it, and sternly clasp my palm around the culprit’s wrist.
Opening my eyes, they take some time to adjust to the darkness and who my intruder is. My heart stops as she climbs up my frame until she is straddling me in the most heavenly of ways. Too stunned to notice at first, my eyes roam down her body and take in a sight reserved only for the Gods. Fuck me, this is one body I plan to reign over tonight, in more ways than one.
I go to speak, but she stops me by putting her finger to my lips. My eyes lock with hers for a second, before they drag slowly down her torso, roaming over black lace that clings to her body like a second skin. Her perky pink nipples shine through the sheer fabric. Instinctively, I grind up against her center, making a sexy moan escape her lips. She throws her head back. I grab her hips to keep her held tight against me. When she looks back down at me, her hands lower to her center. Her thighs part, making the lace fabric move aside, showing me her wet pussy through her crotchless negligee.
Fuck me.
My fingers itch to touch as I wet my lips and think about just how perfect she tastes. As if she can read my damn mind, her fingers tuck into her wet center, and she rocks forward, sending them further inside. I release a desperate groan, needing to feel what she is feeling. But I restrain myself, loving every second of the tantalizing show. Slowly, she pulls her fingers from her sex and brings them to my mouth. I suck them inside my lips like a hungry feign. She rocks her hips, grinding her bare, wet center against my cock. Grabbing her wrist, I continue to suck her as she attempts to pull away, determined to finish every last fucking drop.
When I release her, she looks down at me with sad eyes. Her movements stop, and I worry she is about to go back on whatever decision brought her here.
Grabbing her hips, I hold her still refusing to let her move even an inch. My heart breaks when she whispers two words. “I’m sorry.”
Hoisting her up quickly, I lay her against the cool sheets and cover her body with my own. A tear falls from her eyes, and I quickly brush it away with my fingers.
She goes to speak, but I shake my head. With a smile, I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. When I pull back, her expression relaxes, relief fills her eyes.
My eyes follow my hands as they trail down her body. Stopping at her right breast, I pull the lace fabric to the side and take her nipple in between my fingers. Rolling it gently, her center grinds up against me. My mouth replaces my fingertips as my hand quickly makes its descent to the opening between her thighs. She parts her legs willingly anticipating my touch.
Tenderly, I part her seam with one finger and spread her wetness around her clit. She purrs. Lifting my gaze, my eyes watch her writhe in pleasure in the moonlight. I take my time, dipping my fingers inside her pussy, far back enough to feel her wetness grow, before pulling them out and coating her arousal around her opening. Teasing, edging her, she begs me for more as her hips rise each time I push in and pull back out. Soon, her moans turn to desperate whimpers of need.
Pushing back, I grab my t-shirt, rip it from my body, and quickly lose my pants. Her eyes find mine in the dark and she studies me as I begin to climb back on top of her. Stopping at her center, I lower my face to her sex and lick up her slit causing her to moan my name. Again, I lower my mouth to her sweet heat and stick my tongue inside her, tasting heaven, getting drunk on the way her body responds to every touch. Every lick.
Rising up her frame, I position myself at her opening and wait until she looks into my eyes.
“Never leave me again, Angel,” I whisper. “A part of me died when you walked away. Having you back in my arms, where you belong, I feel alive for the first time in days. I can’t live without you. Please don’t ever make me have to again.”
She cups my face in her hands and smiles. “You are where I belong, Hunter, and I’m not letting anything, or anyone, take you away from me again.”
“That makes the two of us, Angel.” Reaching up to my nightstand, I pull the drawer open and find the box I worried I was going to have to return. Flipping it open against the sheets, I pull the ring from its velvet case. Her eyes search in the darkness to see what I am doing.
Her shocked expression takes my breath away. With shaky hands, I reach down and grab her left hand from between us. I don’t ask, I don’t even look up, as I slip the ring on her finger and slowly raise her hand to my lips, kissing the spot where my promise of forever now sits, I whisper, “Marry me. Promise me you’ll never leave me again. I’ll never stop loving you, Angel.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I don’t want anything to stand between us anymore but a promise that no matter what comes our way, we will see it through together. You’re where I belong. Where I will always belong. Marry me, Angel. Make me the happiest man in the world, and I promise to do my best to make you happy for the rest of my life.”
She blushes, before enthusiastically nodding a few times. But I still need an answer from her. A confession. A statement just like I made. A promise that what we have, will last through anything.
“I need to hear you say it, Angel,” I whisper as the ring on her finger glistens in the moonlight. “I need to hear you say yes.”
“I promise, Hunter,” she whispers. “I’ll never leave you again. Until the day I die, I’ll always be yours.”
Capturing her lips quickly, my tongue slides into her mouth sealing the promise we just made. She kisses me back with tender passion as I slowly enter her body and her warm core wraps around me like a glove. When I’m buried to the hilt, our lips break apart, and I hold her stare, drowning in a moment I want to remember as long as I live.
She’s mine to worship for the rest of my life.
Moments pass to quickly as we lay still and quiet in the promises we made. Her face rises, eagerly awaiting my kiss, but I pull back.
“Tonight,” I whisper, as I pull from her warm heat, then slowly push back inside her. “I am going to make love to you like you’re already my wife.”
As my cock rubs rhythmically back and forth against her g spot, she releases a sexy purr that has my dick throbbing with the need for release.
My Angel whispers, “And I am going to love the feeling of you owning me like you are already my husband.”
My body quivers with the way that name just rolled perfectly off her lips.
“And I am going to fill you full of just what your love does to me, Angel,” I say leaning forward and kissing her neck. Taking her ear in between my teeth, I whisper, “And hope one day,” she moans as my length pulls out of her center before thrusting deeper inside her warmth. Looking in her eyes before grabbing her hips and forcing myself deeper, I confess, “Our love makes me a father.”
Her eyes widen as my confession settles between us. When she doesn’t say a word, I pick up the pace and pound out a punishing rhythm quickly bringing us the release we crave.
Chapter Thirty-One
