And yeah, I did. I wasn’t going to leave the orgasm count lopsided.
****
Alan
The more time I spent alone with Jess, the more I applauded my decision to ask her to marry me.
She was fucking perfect.
Not flawless perfect—her flaws were what made her perfect.
In some ways she was so damn innocent, and I wanted to be the one to corrupt her. But then I also wanted to protect her from all the shit she’d never been exposed to.
Yet in other ways she was wise beyond her years. Far smarter than I’d been at twenty-two. At that age, I’d just been commissioned into the Marines and was making money for the first time, so my weekends were a revolving door of women, hangovers, and no fucks given—metaphorically speaking, of course.
Once the dinner dishes were put in the dishwasher, I saw her take a deep breath before asking, “Do you want to go to the bedroom and pick up where we left off?”
My brain went haywire.
Uh, fuck yeah, I do!
But I really did want to wait. It might have been stupid and old-fashioned, but my gut told me I wouldn’t regret it.
I also recognized how much it must have taken for her to proposition me.
Fuck.
I decided honesty was the best policy.
Reaching for her hand, I led her to a stool at the island and boosted her up. I couldn’t tell if she looked confused, embarrassed, or mad.
Maybe a combination of the three.
“Baby, you have no idea how much I want you.” I guided her hand to my hard dick under my jeans to emphasize my point. “But I want to honor you and wait until we’re married.”
She wasn’t impressed with my speech; her hardened gaze and downturned mouth left no doubt that the emotion she was now feeling was pissed.
“So, what the heck was that?” She motioned toward the counter where I’d made her come earlier.
“Me pleasuring my future wife.”
“Oh, so you get to pleasure me, but I can’t reciprocate?”
“I want our first time to be on our wedding night.”
“As you so perfectly demonstrated, there are other ways to pleasure someone.”
I felt my mouth go dry and swallowed hard.
“What are you saying?”
“What do you think I’m saying?”
I think you’re saying you want to suck my cock, but there’s no way I’m sayingthatout loud.
“I don’t know, that’s why I asked.”
She stroked me over my jeans and murmured, “Then why don’t I show you?”
