He presses the lush globes against his cheeks and then looks up at me from between them. “I’m guessing I’d better get my time in now before there’s competition for these beautiful tits, huh?”
I giggle at him. “You’ll always be first in line,” I say lightly. Though the lightness is slightly forced. I’m his girlfriend and we care about each other – but there’s an elephant in the room now. A twin-sized elephant that nags at me even as he moves a hand to tug my panties lower. Although the nagging takes a back seat to the jolt of pleasure at the touch of his fingertips swirling over my clit.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he groans, sliding his fingers into me. I can hear the wet sounds, feel my thighs streaked with my juices. “It’s like you were made for me.” I raise my hips as he yanks the lace down my thighs and then pushes my knees wide. He kneels between them, staring down at my pussy. “I belong in here,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers along my slit and then into me again. I’m certain I’m bubbling over now.
When he raises his hand to his mouth, his fingers are gleaming. I watch as he sucks at the taste of me, and I’m almost panting with need for him. It’s insane. The man barely has to touch me to send me through the roof. But he’s still staring at the juncture of my thighs, as if he’s about to make a meal of me. And I’d love that too. Love how he works me with his mouth. Love how he knows my body better than I do.
But then he hitches my knee over the inside of his elbow and hikes my thigh up his body and I know what’s coming next. When he slides the head of his cock along my slit, I go weak at the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Fuck…” he groans as he slides into me. It’s a word that I would echo if the air hadn’t just hissed from my lungs. It’s always this way with him. Those first seconds of being overwhelmed by the way he possesses me so completely.
“Dario,” I choke out, as my walls expand to fit around his thickness. He stops as he hits home, resting his forehead against mine. I stare into eyes that are almost too intense, held by the hard flesh that’s pierced me to the core. He’s not moving, but if he did, I’m pretty sure I’d explode within seconds. I clench my muscles around him, desperately seeking that heady surge that I know is just out of reach. “Dario…please…”
His lips brush mine, and then he cups my cheek, keeping my eyes locked with his. I buck my hips up, wrapping my legs around him.
“Be mine, Nikki Love,” he whispers, keeping me pinned in place. I groan. “Say it…”
“I’m yours,” I moan out. “Please…”
“Forever, Nikki,” he says, his voice insistent. “Mine forever. Marry me… Say you’ll marry me….”
I feel myself freeze, staring up at him in surprise. There’s a flicker in his expression. Something like doubt.
There’ should be no doubt.
“Oh God… Oh, my God!” I wind my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his mouth. “Yes! Of course, yes!” His hips are moving now, small rotating circles that press his cock tauntingly into me and then away. I can’t think straight, goddammit.
“Yes, you’ll marry me?” he repeats. He’s teasing me. Driving me mad. My orgasm is moments away, but he keeps the sensation just out of reach.
“Fuck! Yes…Yes, I’ll marry you, Dario!” I practically wail the words. I’m pressing kisses to his face, but my hands have dropped now, raking down the hard planes of his back, sinking into the flesh of his ass. “Oh fuck…fuck…please… I’ll marry, you, yes, I’ll marry you. Just for God’s sakes, please let me come!” I pull him into me, pumping my hips up at him as he continues to taunt me.
“Thank fuck,” he chokes out, as he finally plunges into me. The wave of pleasure knocks the breath from me, almost so overwhelming I barely he hear him gasping through his own orgasm. “Jesus…” he mutters hoarsely as we gradually sink from the heights of it. He hasn’t let go of my face through it all, watching every minute of my pleasure as he took me to heaven and back. “I love you so fucking much,” he breathes out.
My face is hot, but I feel it cooling rapidly and when he moves his mouth over my cheeks, I realize that they’re wet with tears.
“I love you too,” I whisper hoarsely.
“My pure love,” he says softly. “Forever.”
Epilogue
Andy Carter
Afucking holiday; that’s what I need. No doubt about it. Especially after the lunacy of the past couple of months. The explosion of excitement surrounding Nikki and Dario’s engagement has been exhausting. She wants me to be her maid of honor, and it had almost broken my heart to turn her down. It’s not that I don’t want to be there. I just can’t sit around while they wait for her twins to be born.
There’s no longer doubt in my mind that those twowere made for each other, but since the news of the babies, if anything, Dario’s grown even more attentive. So fiercely protective, he won’t even let the marriage happen until they arrive. Says it’s too much stress. Doesn’t want the media uproar to put pressure on her while she’s pregnant. As her doctor, I think he’s being ridiculous, but I’m not going to go up against him. Nikki swears he’s a changed man, but I have no doubt that he’d kill anyone who harmed her.
Like I, of all people, would cause her harm. Of course Iwould never. She’s been my best friend for years. Probably my only friend, if I’m honest with myself. Beside me at the children’s ward, and out of it, when we’ve taken time to unwind.
I miss her.
Though I’m happy for her. And now it’s time totake a few months to myself. Time to findmeagain. Watching my best friend find love has roused too many emotions that I’ve kept locked down for so long that I’d convinced myself they didn’t exist. But they do exist. Attached to dark memories that are beginning to leave me sleepless again. Nightmares I haven’t had in years.
I need time away. Even from my career. The hospital was reluctant when I tendered my resignation, but I know it’s for the best. I’m no good to them with my head in turmoil like this. It’s only a matter of time before I make a stupid mistake – as a doctor, there’s no room for that. Especially not when children’s lives are at stake.
I brush the back of my hand over my forehead asI look down at the two leather suitcases laid out on the end of my bed. You’d never think I was packing for a year, but I’m not daunted. I’m taking the bare essentials. I’ll get anything else I need while I’m on the move.
“Bikini – check."
