“I thought you were going to wear those jeans and that sweater with the slouchy shoulder.”
I sighed. “I changed my mind, because if your mom makes anything with red sauce, it’ll end up on that sweater, which is cream, and I’ll freak the hell out.”
“Why would you freak the fuck out?”
“Because,” I hissed.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Your mom is gorgeous. Your sisters aregorgeous.” I threw my hands in the air, my breasts bouncing with the motion, considering I was standing there in only my panties. “I’m, well, I’m me.”
He let out a quiet growl, pushing away from the doorframe. “You’re you?”
“What are you doing?”
Without warning, his shoulder was pushing into my middle, and I was flying over his shoulder as his arms wrapped around me and his hand squeezed the globe of my butt.
“Gio!” I squeaked.
He dropped me onto the bed, tearing off my panties, and placing my legs over his shoulders. My breath hitched as he buried his face between my legs and inhaled.
“Oh, god,” I breathed out as I grabbed the duvet and arched my back.
His hands gripped my thighs and squeezed before spreading me wider and then I felt his tongue. Slow at first. Teasing. Tormenting. He lapped at me again, then thrust his tongue inside before sucking on my clit. I couldn’t catch my breath, but when he added a finger, I stopped breathing altogether.
“Gio,” I panted out as he added a second finger, and I arched into his mouth.
His tongue circled my clit, then he sucked again, before I lost his mouth altogether. I raised my head to give him a piece of my mind, but my admonishment died on my lips to see him naked, his cock hard, and his knee hitting the mattress.
Then he was inside of me.
Sweet relief.
He slid in slowly at first, then he drove in... hard, so hard, I felt like I might come apart. I arched into him again, weaving my hands in his hair, and holding on tight, as he slid a hand between us, his fingers pressing against my clit.
I squeezed his scalp. “Gio, baby, I can’t wait.”
“Hold it,” he growled, burying himself deeper.
I did my best, I really did, but the man’s cock was magic. Or possessed or I don’t know, maybe it was just him, but I cried out his name as my pussy contracted around him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his cock pulsing inside of me as his head dropped to my neck and he kissed my pulse.
“Okay, fine, I’ll marry you,” I sassed, raising my hand and studying my ring.
Again.
Of course, I’d already said yes a thousand times since he’d asked me two days ago.
He laughed, his body shaking, still connected with mine.
I grinned, kissing his jaw and squeezing him tight as he rolled us onto our sides. “Are you done being ridiculous?”
“I don’t even remember what I was supposedly being ridiculous about.”
“Correct answer, fiancée.” He kissed me gently before pulling out of me. “Stay put.”
He headed into the bathroom, and I heard the faucet turn on and off, then he returned to me and helped me clean up.
