"Jessica?" He repeats my name and I melt a little at the sound of it.
"I love you."
"I know."
"You know?"
"I've always fucking known. You can't keep your goddamn hands off me."
Epilogue
Six months later…
"You're fucking going to marry me, Jessica." He pounds his cock into me from behind as I'm bent over the back of the couch. "You want to feel this every day of your life."
"I don't need a ring for this." I push back, milking his dick with my body. I love the way it feels when he takes me completely, quickly, like this without any barriers at all. "You never should have brought me back here."
"Goddammit." His hand reaches around to grab my breast. "I'm going to shoot my load all over your back."
I pull away harshly and his cock falls from my body. I'm on my knees in an instant and the growl that I receive is reward enough for me. "Turn around." I grab both of his calves, trying to move his strong legs.
"Jessica," his whisper is barely audible. I can't hear anything other than the pounding of my heart as he twists his body to give me exactly what I want.
"Ah, fuck. Yes." He leans back against the couch and twists his hands through my hair. "Just like that, baby."
His words are my fuel and I take his beautiful cock deeper into my mouth. I look up at him. He looks exactly as he did the first night I took him in my mouth. He's still almost fully dressed. His pants are undone, his dress shirt a wrinkled mess and half-unbuttoned. His long eyelashes fluttering closed as I pump the thick root with my hand and suck on the tip. I spread my legs wider, putting m
y entire naked body on display for him.
"Shit, you're fucking gorgeous." He pumps himself harder into my mouth. "You suck cock so good, Jessica. It's so goddamn good."
I stare up at him, lost in his pleasure. I need his release. I need him to give it to me. Even after all this time, I crave his body endlessly. I can't get enough of the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way he feels when he's giving everything to me.
"I'm going to shoot my load right down that beautiful throat."
It's a promise and a threat. He knows I struggle with how much he gives to me. He knows I need and want it all. "Come for me now," I whisper against his cock. "Shoot it into me."
"Christ. Fuck." The words bite through the stillness in the room as he grabs the back of my head with both hands and pumps his desire into my mouth. It seeps out the sides. I can't handle it all.
I feel him soften slightly on my tongue and I lick my lips as he falls from my mouth. "Nathan," I barely whisper his name. "Nathan."
"That was so intense." His long eyelashes are closed. He looks so peaceful. He's gorgeous. He's more beautiful than the first time we were in this room together.
"I have to go." I stand and reach for my dress. He was the one who wanted to recreate this moment so I'm giving him exactly what he asked for.
"Jessica." His firm hand grabs my elbow. "You're not going anywhere."
"I'm leaving." I sigh a bit too heavily while trying to hide my growing amusement. "I left then so I'm out of here now."
"You're running because you know I'm going to propose to you." He traces the pad of his thumb over my now swollen lips. "Don't."
"That's exactly why I'm running, Nathan." I bite the edge of his thumb. "You think it's romantic to drag me back to your fuck pad to propose marriage to me?"
He can't contain the smile that flows over his mouth. "It's sentimental."
"It's not." I pull my dress back over my head. "You need to come up with a better plan than this."
"Can I at least show you the ring?" He reaches into the pocket of his pants to pull out a small, square box.