“Did he touch you like this?” He said, running his hand from my knee to my inner thigh. I ran my hands all over his chest, dragging the tip of my tongue up his neck. He tasted like lake water and pine. That subtle, sweet taste of him lingered on my tongue. He let out the most resounding groan, his eyes blown out wide.
“Did he kiss you like this?” He toyed with my hair, bringing my body closer to his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I matched him. Thrust to thrust, suck to suck. I grabbed the waistband of his swim shorts, fiddling with the string, trying to lower them.
“Fuck, Trouble. Touch me. Fucking touch me.”
I was a complete mess when I heard him say that. I untied his swim trunks, slipping my hand inside, and grasped his length. He was thick, veined, and the size of him made my chest tighten with a mix of nerves and longing.
He moaned as I wiped my thumb on the head of his cock, feeling the warm pre-cum on my fingers. I gasped a little. His cock was throbbing, aching with his need for me.
“I can’t fucking think straight with your hands on my dick,” he whispered. “I’m dying to be inside you.”
He pulled his shorts down and lifted me. I wrapped both legs around his waist, and he quickly pulled my bikini bottom to the side, swiping a finger down my slick center. I closed my eyes, letting out the deepest moan I think I had ever heard come out of my mouth. Every nerve ending was alive from his touch.
“So fucking wet. All for me,” he grunted. I could feel him at my entrance, the tip of his cock hovering just there, right where I needed him. Desire pooled in his eyes, dark and deep as his gaze met mine.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I can stop if you want me to, but I fucking want this. Please tell me you want this too.”
I hesitated for just one second. We didn’t have a condom. This was stupid.So stupid.But instead of stopping him, I nodded my head, and in one swift motion, he started pushing the head of his dick inside me.
I licked my lips and looked away then. I was nervous. I was scared I wouldn’t be enough for him.
“Look at me,” he groaned. “I want to see you. I want to see how good I make you feel. I want it all over your face.”
I looked at him as he pushed even more into me, my body resisting him. He closed his eyes for a second before offering, “I can… go slow?”
I didn’t want him to go slow. I shook my head, matching his thoughts. “I want it hard and fast. But I’m scared.”
His throat worked, and he nodded, the weight of my words sinking into him. For a moment, something dark flickered in his gaze, but it softened almost instantly. His hand brushed along my jaw, trembling but steadying me all at once.
He kissed me softly, and then stilled in front of me, pushing the rest of his cock inside me to the hilt.
“You can fucking take it, baby,” he groaned as I adjusted to him. “All of it.”
I gasped out, feeling him stretch me open. I was so full, I could feel every inch of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Every inch. Just let me in.”
He filled me so completely I thought I might break apart, but underneath the pain was heat. My chest rose and fell against his, my pulse racing as I tried to catch my breath.
“I… oh God, Max.” My voice trembled, but he remained still inside me, waiting for me. I held him tighter, craving the firm weight of his body. My body instinctively pressed against him, aching for movement, for the friction of his touch.
I started moving naturally on my own against him. His forehead pressed against mine.
“Are you on birth control?” His voice was so needy.
“No,” I stammered. “We probably shouldn’t do this.” It was weak, even he knew we weren’t stopping.
He nodded his head.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m making you my wife after this.” He said it so seriously, and I almost choked on my spit.
“Wh—what?”
“I want to protect you. Fucking forever. No one else is going to get you after this.”
This was crazy. Was he… proposing to me while he was balls-deep inside my pussy? He sounded like a man half-crazy with fear and love and desire. I looked into his eyes.
He was dead serious.
