Authors: Isabell Lawless
“Yes.” she whispered and let the sound of her voice linger on his lips when she kissed him.
The drops of tears running down her face made her lips moist and soft, and he just couldn't resist kissing them again. Tasting every part of her. Lips, skin, the saltiness of her tears all mixed together in a wonderful flavor. A flavor that was now his to taste for all eternity.
“I hope those are happy tears?”
He mumbled between gasps of kissing her, lips caressing each other, light touches of tongues entwining.
“Oh god yes. I just never. Thought. This would. Happen to me.”
Her staccato breath wanted to both speak and kiss at the same time, and it made it hard to finish her sentence.
“Good. I. Always. Knew. This. Was going. To. Hap... happen. With you.” Talking while kissing took some talent.
“What?”
She pulled their lips apart and broke the kiss, staring him into the face.
“From the moment our eyes locked, when you walked by my construction site that morning six months ago, I knew that I was going to marry you one day. I've never had that epiphany before, but your eyes felt so familiar somehow that when you had walked by, I was just left standing in my steps. I even shook my head as if trying to get rid of that look, but instead I remember smiling to myself and cursed, like... '
fucking shit, I can't believe it.
' You know what I mean?”
“I so totally do.”
She giggled and dove right back into that kiss again. Even though she now knew they would be together forever, she didn't want to miss a single opportunity to taste him. Any part of him. She'd take whatever he offered her. Lips and pretty much anything else. Knowing he loved her so unconditionally, that he was willing to share his life with hers had gotten her appetite back. Big time.
She pushed her hands against his chest, moving him backwards, but desperate not to break off their kiss. She just had to get him somewhere more... comfortable. Now.
“What do you want, babe?”
“Just. Move to. The bed... bedroom.”
Chapter 16
Not breaking the sensual dance of their tongues, their mouths still open moaning together, they tumbled down the hallway and into his bedroom at the end.
They both toppled down on the bed together in a heap, with her on top. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt she devoured his mouth. Sounds of wet tongues, clashing of teeth, and moaning filled the room and his hands slid down her back to grab her ass. Her kisses were messy. He loved it.
Squeezing her butt cheeks hard in his large palms, he rocked her up and down his body, letting her feel his erection through his pants. God was he hard. She didn't make it any easier sitting back up on top of him. She removed her top, ran her hands over her breasts and rubbed her fingertips over her hard nipples poking the cheer fabric of her bra.
God did he want to have those nipples in his mouth. He wanted those hard diamonds to roll over his tongue and then he would feast on the soft skin around them like there was no tomorrow.
With her head tilted slightly backwards, riding him, rubbing him with their clothes on, she unclasped her bra and let her hands slowly cup her breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. His hands were digging deeper into her cheeks moving her faster back and forth over his body. She pinched her nipples hard and let out a deep moan.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Holy fuck did she turn him on. Seeing her teasing herself would make him come. Soon. He let his hands leave her cheeks and by grabbing her arms he pulled her down to him and placed her breasts right over his face. Letting the weight of them caress him. Her nipples moved over his eyelids, over his nose, and rolled over his lips. His tongue reached out and licked one. Then the other rolled over his lips as well and he just held his tongue steady, letting the wonderful pebble touch him.
He grabbed a handful of her breasts and sucked one of them deep into his mouth, releasing another load moan from her mouth. He peeked up into her eyes, noticing how wide and glossy they looked, evidently from the pleasure he created. His tongue kept circling the hard rocks decorating her soft breasts without taking his eyes away from hers. He loved her watching him pleasuring her. He then buried his face between her breasts and pushed her upper body down to him. He could drown in her cleavage and be the happiest guy on earth.
“I need you to fuck me.” She said suddenly. Out of breath.
With a smile, he kissed both breast deliberately and rolled her over to her back. He wasn't done with her yet. The mix of his horniness, and her answer to his romantic marriage proposal, made him wait to push inside her just yet, knowing that if he did so, he would erupt like a bursting volcano soon after.
Instead, he rolled on top of her, knowing how much she loved feeling his weight on her, pushing her deep into the mattress. She didn't want him holding his weight up by his arms or elbows, she wanted to be completely smothered by him. By every heavy, muscular, inch. Holding her on place.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her, already knowing what the result would be. He was right. Her gasps went from deep and slow to fast and shallow while she arched her back rubbing herself against his hips. Those breasts of hers made their presence know against his chest once more and he just had to feel them, taste them, once more.
Leaving her neck, he kissed his way down from her open mouth, over her chin, tasting every bit of her skin with his lips and tongue until he found the prize he was searching for. Her nipples were once more where they should be, in his mouth, being circled by his tongue, and nibbled by his lips.
“God, Andy. Please. You have to fuck me. Now. I need you inside me.”
She gasped with eyes closed. Her back arched up again, pushing one nipple deeper into his mouth. He responded by sucking it even harder into the back of his mouth just to let go with a big popping sound, letting her breast jiggle slowly back into place on her chest.
“Please, take off your clothes and come inside me. Please.” She begged.
He smiled at the trembling desperation of her voice and sat back on his knees between her legs. He slowly started to unbutton his shirt while he watched her beneath him. God was she beautiful.
Then she tilted her head back, slightly into the pillow, and let one of her hands travel to her breast where she let her fingers pinch and twist her nipple. Mesmerized he watched her other hand move south to slide underneath the waistline of her pants. His eyes followed her every movement in awe, and knowing where her fingers where, and what they were likely doing underneath those pants, made his own fingers halt to a stop on his shirt.
He was almost afraid that if he moved an inch he could shatter the whole moment, and he wasn't about to lose the magnificent view of his beautiful girl rubbing herself. Right there, for him.
“Faster Andy, undress faster.”
The panting sound coming from the top of the bed jerked him back in the moment.
'God, did they actually have to stop this?'
He thought.
He wanted to watch her show until it ended. He couldn't let it happen, he needed to see her like this.
“Not yet.” He responded quickly.
“Oh God!” She yelped and pulled harder on her nipple. “If
you're
not getting undressed then please take off my pants.”
That was the best idea he had heard in a long time. With her hand still moving underneath the top of her jeans, he open up the buttons to her pants slowly letting inch by inch of her moving hand appear for his eyes.
With the last button opened he hooked his fingers into her underwear and moved further down the bed, pulling both her jeans and panties off simultaneously. But he didn't want to rush it. By pulling her pants slowly down those delicious thighs, he finally got to see her fingers gently circling her own clit.
He seemed sidetracked in his effort to get her pants off. Suddenly her hand stopped and using one of the working fingers, she pointed down. He got the hint and pulled her jeans off completely.
As soon as the pants slid of her legs and were left in a pile on the bedroom floor, she allowed herself to open her thighs wider and urged for him to come back onto the bed. She was way too horny to feel embarrassed about anything at this point, and opening her legs wide for the man she loved was nothing. It felt marvelous.
Pulling his shirt back over his shoulders, he quickly stripped out of his shoes, socks, and pants before he slowly entered the bed once more, letting the mattress sink while kneeling between her legs.
“Keep going.” He said with a low rumble to his smooth voice. He took her hand, caressing her inner thigh, and placed it back over her pussy. Mentally telling her that her show turned him on. So. Freaking. Much.
Back in place, her hand started moving in the same circular pattern as before, but once in a while her hand would slap lightly on her aroused clit and let one of her slender fingers disappear down between the folds and into her entrance. Every time that finger dove inside, the rest of her body would respond with a slight hip jerk and a high pitched moan.
And then she did it. That long finger that just played on her very insides moved up and ended inside her mouth.
This was insanity. She was so naughty – and he loved it. Somehow he started mumbling a mantra of random words to get back on track and not let himself explode on her stomach right there and then.
“Shoes, cheese, grandma, nails, wood, hard-on, wet pussy, suck, fuck...”
That didn't work. At all. Two of her fingers now left her mouth, soaked in her glistening saliva, before returning down between her legs where she continued that pleasurable touch of hers.
He needed to be part of this, he couldn't just watch her play with herself anymore. With one hand stroking himself with a tight grip, his other hand joined hers between her legs. Every time her hand circled over that sensitive bud, two of his fingers would dive deep right into the warmth between the wet folds. And every time he did that, the sound coming out of her mouth would go from a moan to a breathless '
oh fuck
' statement, her hips would leave the mattress and push back against his hand. A steady rhythm developed between them. Her moans getting harsher by the second.
“Harder, Andy. Faster.”
He wanted to do exactly what she told him and let his hand leave his cock to push down in the mattress next to her for balance and extra strength fulfilling her wish. If hard and fast was what she wanted, he was sure as hell going for it. Years of construction work and hammering down nails had given him enough muscle mass to work this out.
Biting down hard on his bottom lip he pumped his fingers in and out of her like there was no tomorrow, leaving her hip hanging in mid-air. Her right foot pushed her body up and away from the mattress. He leaned forward, let his untangled hair release itself from his neck, and kissed the skin of her stomach. He watched her face expression go from pleasure into what looked like quiet pain. '
Was it too much?'
Immediately he eased up on her, only to have her hand pull him right back inside her.
“Don't stop. Please. Don't stop.”
With a smile he bent his head down, resting it on her chest, and steadied himself heavily on the arm pressing into the mattress. This was like a work-out in itself and his rock hard cock wasn't even inside her yet. His right hand started up the rough pumping once more, and with one big jerk of her hips, she grabbed his forearm with both her hands, stalling him inside her, and groaned out a deep “
Fuuuuck!
” before her hips landed back with a thump on the mattress below her.
God could he watch her come forever. And knowing she just accepted him as her future husband, he planned on doing just that. Forever. Her pleasure was his pleasure. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and in one quick movement he took his fingers out of her warmth and let his cock take its place. This was his favorite place in the whole universe.
Some people dreamed about traveling the world, or to see Paris, or even travel to the moon, but he could just stay inside her forever and not feel the need to go anywhere else for the rest of his life.