However, I’ve been waiting for the other ball to drop.
Moments later, Micah strolls back into his family room, pulls me impatiently off the couch and lifts me in the air.
Then his mouth is possessively over mine and carrying my body out the sliding door to the backyard.
He doesn’t make it far, my spine is pressed into the white siding before he’s fumbling with his jeans and finishes in record time.
He’s getting too good at this.
Nonetheless, I’m never going to stop him.
My panties are pulled to the side and his cock enters me mercilessly without a warm up. Our weeks are filled with work, dinner, hurried mornings and secret moments away. Even in the midst of that chaos, he still makes me feel safe in the relationship. There’s never been a moment where I feel like something is so wrong that he’s beginning to shut down again.
Everything has been so picture-perfect, especially now that Heath said that he loves me, that now I can really settle into what I’ve wanted all along.
Them.
Micah peppers wet and long kisses along the column of my neck, working me into a stupper of lust and wild abandon to just let go and give him my orgasm.
Being sandwiched between his hard frame and the house gives me this insanely off empowerment of beauty and feminine energy that Micah feeds off of. I’ve never felt as insanely wanted as I do with him.
It’s amazing.
“I need you to stop being so goddamn perfect, Miss Vesper,” Micah grumbles out against my heated flesh. “A man could go insane.”
My lips curl upward. “What does that entail exactly?”
“Plenty of things. It depends on what thing I’m being impatient on.”
“And what are you impatient about now?” I ask through a groan as Micah fucks me harder.
“You knowexactlywhat I’m impatient about,” he chides lightly. “A year and a half, woman, and I’m still waiting.”
“I was waiting.”
“For?”
“Tonight.”
Micah lightly bites down on my neck and sucks away the pressure his teeth left. “I told you he’s obsessed with you, didn’t I?”
I bob my head because he did but I needed validation from the little man himself, in his own time, and now I’m ready to move forward.
“I’ve got all night,” Micah claims. “For the rest of my life, even, to get you to admit those words.”
I’m not entirely sure if he believes they’re hard for me or if I’m scared but it’s just been being patient with Heath and then everything else would fall in with time.
Micah spreads my ass with his palms, able to get deeper inside me as I moan in pleasure at how full his cock is filling my every need.
“BC-fucking-R,” he leers between clenched teeth. “What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck me,” I immediately respond as if that wasn’t obvious. “All the time.”
“I want to marry you.”
Yeah, he could ask me to go tip some cows over right now or hit the bank. Either one, I’d follow him.
If he’d ask me to marry him, right now, the answer would be yes.
