I slap her ass again and slam into her, feeling her pussy contract. I massage her ass a little before slapping it and slamming into her again. The groan she makes matches my own.
“Your ass looks so gorgeous like this, babe. Just a little pink from my hand.” I slap her ass again with my dick completely inside her, feeling her clamp down on my cock so hard I see stars.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Touch yourself for me, Denise. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
She reaches a hand down and starts playing with her clit, and I can feel her body respond immediately. I grab her hips in both hands and pump into her slowly, matching the pace her pussy makes as it throbs around me.
“Harder,” she pants, her fingers dancing faster on her clit.
I slam into her, grinding against her at the bottom of my thrust, the rhythm slow, but hard, until I feel her start to come undone.
“Oh, god, I’m coming,” she groans. “Yes, yes!”
Her release spurs me on, my balls tightening with my imminent release. I thrust faster until I’m following her over the edge. I fill the condom, coming so forcefully I can hardly stand. Fireworks spark behind my eyelids and my dick pulses as stream after stream of come spurts out of me.
“Fuck, babe,” I moan, as I finally still against her, the aftershocks from both of our orgasms still coursing through our bodies. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
I slide out of her, and she collapses forward onto the couch with a giggle and lays down.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Ryder. Come here.” She holds her arms out to me, inviting me to lie with her.
“One sec.” I go to the kitchen and take care of the condom, stopping to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before going back to Denise. I roll over the back of the couch and stop myself with my elbows, just shy of crushing her, making her laugh.
“Thirsty?” I ask, sliding down beside her and opening a water bottle for her. She sits up a little and grabs it, taking a long drink before handing it back. I finish it off and lean over her to put the empty bottle on the floor.
Denise snuggles against my chest, her fingers idly playing with one of my nipple piercings while I twirl her hair through my fingers.
“I love you, Ryder,” she whispers against my neck.
“I love you too, babe. Always.” I kiss her forehead, allowing my body to fully relax. I can finally call Denise mine. And I’m so thankful to her for giving me this chance.
We must doze off because the next thing I know, an hour has passed and we’re interrupted from our post-sex snuggle by my phone buzzing repeatedly. I wrap my arms around Denise and roll her to the back of the couch so I can slip out from underneath her, kissing her as we move. Without getting up, I stretch out far enough to grab my pants and drag them to me to get my phone. A look at the screen makes me groan. I have 30 something messages from Gran and all of our friends asking where we are.
“Are you up for going out for a little bit?” I ask after flailing around and finally getting myself back on the couch and facing her. “I was supposed to propose to you at the beach and everyone is there waiting for us.”
Her eyebrows lift. “You planned a beach proposal but came here to ask me instead?”
“I know it’s not as romantic as you deserve, but I didn’t want to put you on the spot in front of everyone after what you’ve been through the last few weeks. Gran planned the beach thing. I just went along for the ride, worried about what I’d say to you.” I look down and lower my voice. “Plus, I wasn’t really sure you’d say yes.”
I risk looking up at her and see her smiling.
“That was very thoughtful, Ryder. I honestly preferred it this way. I’ve always felt a proposal should be a private thing.” She leans forward and kisses me softly. “Now, about this beach thing. What should I wear?”
