And she’s riding me like I’m her personal stallion.
She’s taking her pleasure, using my body for her own, and it's so fucking sexy.
I watch her, completely captivated.
I reach up and cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She whimpers, her body moving faster, more desperately.
"I want you to fill me up," she says, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me."
"You want my cum, Elsa?" I ask, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements.
"Yes," she says, her breath catching.
"Take it, then," I say, my own control shattering. "Take all of it."
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, a wave of pleasure that steals my breath, my vision blurring. I come with a hoarse cry, my body arching up off the bed, my hips driving up into her, emptying myself deep inside her.
The feeling of my release triggers her own. She shatters, her body convulsing, her head thrown back, a long, drawn-out cry of my name.
She collapses on top of me, her body limp, her breath ragged.
I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, my heart pounding in my chest.
For a long time, we just lie there, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling. On and off as the light outside the window goes dark, we slide skin against skin and kiss lazily while the world outside continues moving around us.
I love the weight of her on me. The way her body fits perfectly against mine. The way her hair smells. The way her skin feels.
This is a moment I want to hold on to. A memory I want to savor.
I press a kiss to her forehead. "You're going to be my wife."
She lifts her head, her eyes searching mine. "What?"
"You heard me," I say, my tone leaving no room for argument. "You're going to be my wife."
She just looks at me, her lips parted in surprise.
"Is that some sort of proposal?"
"Nope. I'm not asking, Elsa," I say, my hands framing her face. "I'm telling you. We're going to get married. We're going to build a life together. We're going to raise these children together."
A slow smile spreads across her face. "Is that so?"
I grin. "I guess I could get down on one knee, but I get a little distracted when I'm on my knees in front of you."
Shelaughs, and it lights up her whole face in an adorable blush.
I am completely, utterly lost on this woman.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Okay," she says, her eyes shining with tears. "Okay, Antonio. I'll marry you."
My heart leaps with joy.
"Good," I say arrogantly. "Because I wasn't taking no for an answer."
She laughs again, and I kiss her.
