He lifts my skirt to above my knees and moves my panties to the side, and kisses the inside of my thigh. “You asked me if I was hungry earlier and I am, but I want to eat your pussy for dinner.”
He leans forward and places his mouth on my clit, and makes me come, then he makes love to me until I’m out of breath.
One year later
Viper
“The water is so clear, I can see the floor,” Autumn says as we’re sitting on the deck of the villa I rented out on a beach in the Maldives. “So, yes, the color of this water is still my favorite.”
She dips her feet into the cool water. The weather here is lovely but dry. The sun sets on the ocean, and the smell of the sea lingers in the air, burning my nose. We’ve been traveling in between my jobs, and she decided to start building her career in studying serial killers. We would interview family members of the victims and the murderers’ friends and family. She enjoys it, and she also started a traveling blog on YouTube.
I lean down to where she’s sitting on my lap and kiss her forehead. “Good. Because this is my favorite place to visit, and I plan to take you here more often.”
She grins from ear to ear, and that makes my dick as stiff as a board.
For the last four months, it’s been crazy as hell. I’ve been cutting back on my job so we can spend more time together. Everything has been great, and she holds down the condo when I have to leave for several weeks at a time and doesn’t complain. When I leave, she always makes sure I’m safe, and I’m so happy that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. When I first walked into the bar, I didn’t believe in love at first sight or fate. I was automatically in love with her, and I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I knew the minute I laid eyes on her that I was going to be with her for the rest of my life, that she was going to be the one for me. And I was hoping that she’d fall in love with me and stop fighting how she felt about me. Obsession is not enough of a word to use when it comes to what I feel for her. She consumes me in every way.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, leaning her head against my chest, and draws invisible circles.
I tilt my chin to meet her eyes, and I stroke her cheeks. “Yes, why do you ask?”
“You seem distant. Like you’re trapped in your own thoughts. Are you planning to break up with me?” Her voice is low, and worry haunts her tone.
The reason why I’ve been distant is because I’m nervous about asking her to marry me. I’ve been waiting for the right time, but every time I try, the words won’t come out. They get stuck in my throat. It’d be my dream to get married and have a family, even though we can wait on the kids. I want her to myself for at least another five years until we have children.
It’s now or never. This is it. If she tells me no, then I’ll wait for her until she’s ready. I will always have time for her.
I remove the fine hair from her face. “No, never. I would never leave you.”
She sighs. “Good. I thought you were mad because I ate your last slice of pizza.”
Smiling, I grab the small blue box from my pocket and hand it to her.
She sits up, and her back straightens like a needle, and she cocks her eyebrow. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
Slowly, she does what I say and lifts the lid. Inside, there’s a small diamond ring that cost me a quarter of a million dollars. It took me days to find the right ring to fit her personality. Simple and easygoing with character and beauty. She really is beautiful in my eyes and in everything she does.
She smiles widely, and tears sit at the corners of her eyes.
“We’re getting married February fourteenth, on Valentine’s Day. So start planning your dream wedding,” I tell her, and I plant my lips over hers. I deepen the kiss by sliding my tongue into her mouth. I really don’t like French kissing—I prefer to slip my tongue between her pussy lips—but with her, she makes me love it.
She removes her mouth from mine. “You’re not going to get down on one knee like those cheesy romantic movies and declare your love to me?”
I crinkle my nose. “Is it what you want?”
“Of course not. Our relationship was never traditional, so I wouldn’t expect it to be. Besides, you are not the type to bethatromantic.” She smiles.
She’s right. I’m not. I smile.
She rolls her eyes, and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Next thing you know, you will be setting the time for us to have kids.”
“In the next five years, we’ll work on starting a family.” I grab her hand.
I glance around, and there aren’t any people in view of us in our cozy bubble. I want to keep it that way.
She shakes her head, and I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Nah, I’m happy with just me and you. Kids are not my thing. Maybe in the next decade, but as of right now, no. We still need to enjoy each other.”
