The erotic motion of her undulations combined with her breathless whimpers are my undoing.
“Come for me then,” I command through gritted teeth. I press into her harder, the sounds of our bodies slapping together matching the moans from her mouth in symphonic pleasure.
Relentlessly, I pound against her, driving her farther and farther along the bed. With her hips canted upward and her heels digging into the backs of my thighs she has little leverage. All she can do is open herself to me and the never-ending assault of my c**k into the sweet suck of her cunt. My orgasm is racing down my spine, the tension pooling at the base just waiting to surge forward and spill inside her. But not until she comes first.
“Tell me, bunny, how hot are you? How badly do you want to come right now?”
“So bad,” she croaks.
“I want you to milk me, to squeeze me tight and come all over my dick.”
She’s shaking below me, every inch of her is stretched taut. Behind me I can feel her feet curling inward, and below me her body tenses. She’s so close, and I love how she reaches for her pleasure, strives toward it. With a grunt of male gratification, I take matters into my own hand and slap her lightly across the clit. The sting of the slap catches her off guard. She cries out, first in surprise and then in a long, heat-inducing wail. “Oh God, Ian…”
I can’t hold back for another second. Roaring my own satisfaction, I let go. My rhythm turns to shit as the animal in me takes over. I lift her legs straight up into the air, holding them together. The position creates a tight channel of flesh, and I f**k her relentlessly until I’m nothing more than a mass of exposed nerves and flesh.
In her, I’m completely lost. There’s no sense of time or space…just her. I drive into her again and again but it’s never enough. I can’t f**k her hard enough, long enough, deep enough to satisfy me. I’ll return to her and only her, time and time again seeking the release that I know I’ll only ever have from her body.
She makes me lose my mind and all my control, and I f**king love it. Her amazing pu**y is the only one I’ll ever want to touch, taste, f**k, fantasize about. She’s everything to me. Everything.
Collapsing next to her, I soothe her post-climax shudders and allow her to do the same. A tangle of arms and legs, we kiss, savoring each other and telling each other how precious and important the other is.
“My heart,” she says between kisses, “you’re my heart.”
“Mine too,” I answer.
The night air cools the sweat on our skin, causing Tiny to shiver. Pulling a sheet over her, I drag my ass out of bed. In the bathroom, I grab a washcloth. Tiny moans in relief and appreciation when I press the cloth against her to clean her up. She pulls up the covers, and I climb in next to her.
She cuddles up to me, her leg slung over my thighs. “Ian…” she says. “I want to tell you something.”
“Hmmm?” My mind is on other things. The need to bind her to me permanently rides me hard. “I want us to get married. Soon. Do you want a big wedding?”
“Married? I mean, I guess I thought you were serious, but I figured…I don’t know.” Her voice trails off.
“That my proposal of marriage was somehow insincere? I’ve never wanted anything more. I just didn’t want to pressure you because of all the emotional upheaval you’re experiencing now.” Rolling over so she can see me and judge the sincerity for herself, I declare, “I want you to be my wife. The mother of any children we have. My partner in life. I want that to happen now so that I can introduce you as Mrs. Ian Kerr.”
Her eyes close for a moment and silent tears leak out beneath the lids. Her words, though, are classic. “Maybe you should take my name. You can be Ian Corielli, and I’ll introduce you as Mr. Victoria Corielli.”
“As long as it means you’re mine in the eyes of the world, I’ll be Mr. John Smith.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me. This time the shudders I’m soothing are from maybe, possibly, hopefully joy for our future. “I’m okay with Victoria Kerr,” she chokes out. “You better give me a big rock and lots of flowers since you’re proposing to me while we’re naked.”
“I proposed to you when I first took you to the house on the Long Island Sound.”
“You didn’t propose. You said that you wanted me to be your wife and fill your big house with lots of little people.”
“That’s a proposal.”
“It was a demand.”
“It was a request couched as a demand.”
Her body is shaking with laughter. “You’ve been in charge for too long. That was no request.”
Pushing to my knees, I reach into the nightstand and retrieve the box I bought before Sophie died. Her eyes grow huge and her hands come up to the cover her mouth. I flip the box lid open, pluck the ring out, and toss the box aside.
Lifting her shaking hand in mine, I slide the ring onto her finger.
“When I was fifteen, I made a hundred different stupid vows. I’d avenge my mother. I’d rise to the top of Wall Street and smite everyone down. I’d crush Richard Howe beneath the sole of my boot. I’d win at everything. But I never wished for happiness because I didn’t know what it was until you came into my life. How could I want something I didn’t know I was missing? Now, everything I’ve achieved pales in comparison to having you love me. When I say that you’re my heart, my everything, those aren’t just words. They are the only truth in my world. I’d give up money, revenge, success—anything, as long as I can lie down next to you at night and wake up with your face beside mine.
“There is no greater achievement in my life than having you fall in love with me, and I recognize on some mysterious level that that is pure luck. I need you to marry me and be my wife. I need you to be the mother of my children. I need you because without you I am nothing. I am a pile of bones and flesh filled with misery. You bring me to life. Love me, marry me, be with me in this life and all the ones we live from this point ever after.”
“Well, since you put it like that, I guess I must.” She rises and kisses me. Our mouths seal the promises we’ve made to one another.
“What was it that you wanted to tell me?” I ask.
“That I love you.” She pulls me down to her, the thin but precious metal rubbing against my shoulder blade.
I make love to her again then, slowly. We barely move. I simply slide in and we rock together, allowing the strength of our emotions to carry us into the heavens.