“Yeth.”
He licked in a circle around the nubbin.
“How about I make you spend?”
“Yeth.” She practically howled.
“And you promise to marry me, darling.”
There was silence except her breath coming in little pants and his tongue moving again over her flower.
“Yeth.” It was quiet but it was definitely ayes. “Pleathe.”
“You won’t regret it, darling. I promise you won’t.”
Silence.
He moved to her nubbin and very softly began to pay it attention.
She sighed. He moved his tongue more quickly. He made a firm point and gave her the pulsing attention he was sure would give him the result he wanted. And then suddenly she was convulsing and contracting. He tried to keep his tongue on her, to move with her, but he could not and just had to accept she did not need further stimulation. With her thrashing, he was not able to catch her sweet little ejaculation when it happened. Also, he had wanted to have his finger inside her when she came, but he had forgotten. No matter. He would have plenty of opportunities in the future to do those things in their marriage bed.
And as before, her climax went on for a long time.
He was a little frightened when she finally stilled. Would she hate him for what he had done to her? Trapped her with his tongue? Seduced her into promising to marry him?
He kissed each inner thigh and pulled her dress down, covering her loveliness. He stood. Her brows were relaxed. That was a good sign. Her eyes were closed. He didn’t know what that meant.
“Are you all right, Caro?”
She nodded but kept her eyes closed.
“Will you open your eyes and look at Phin?”
She shook her head.
He knelt down again next to her head, leaning on his elbows on the sofa. “Why not, darling?”
She bit her lip.
“Oh, you sweet thing.” He leaned further in and kissed her mouth. She released her own lip. “It won’t be so bad being married to me, I promise.”
She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She cleared her throat.
“Will you w-w-wear your thpectacleth?”
He shuddered. His very hard cock throbbed at the sight of her tongue. He fumbled in his tailcoat pocket. “Whenever you like, darling.” He put them on.
Finally, she shifted her eyes to his. Was that a twitch at the corners of her lips?
“You might have begun your propothal with them on, Phineath.”
“Would you have said yes just because I was wearing spectacles?”
She shrugged and sat up. He stayed kneeling.
“But you won’t go back on your word now, will you?”
She stood. “I recommend you get a thpethial lithenthe.”
