“What?” I chuckle. This is another side of Branson, a side I haven’t seen before. Our love-making is usually fun and teasing, but there’s a different atmosphere this time. It’s more intense, more serious and meaningful than ever before.
“Say you’re mine.” He growls.
I smile and feel my heart expand in my chest with love as I press my hips against his length. “I’m yours, Branson, only yours.”
“It’s going to stay that fucking way.” Branson grunts as he picks me up and carries me toward the couch. He sets me down on the edge before he kneels between my legs. I gasp in anticipation knowing what’s about to come.
Branson doesn’t let me down. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, pulling my ass toward him until his mouth is firmly nestled between my legs. He blows on my folds, sending shivers down my spine before his hot mouth closes over my clit.
I buck in response and thread my hands through his hair. Every time he touches me I turn into a goddamn inferno. I feel the heat start to build low in my belly as his tongue flicks and swipes over me again and again. His hands squeeze my ass before he slips two fingers inside me.
They glide in easily. I’m already drenched for him. As he moves them inside me, flicking against the bundle of nerves nestled deep inside, my vision starts to blur.
My heart rate accelerates as my muscles start to contract. The delicious wave of ecstasy washes over me, my body bucking in release as Branson doesn’t stop his passionate assault on my clit.
I feel another wave start, but Branson pulls away and flips me over on the couch. I giggle when I realize I’m standing on my knees on my couch, holding onto the backrest with my ass in the air, but the giggles quickly subside when I feel Branson enter me.
His cock is solid and rigid, sliding into me slowly as he holds onto my hips for purchase. He thrusts hard, and I feel the wave start to build again. He draws out achingly slow before ramming into me again.
As the wave reaches its crest, a silly smile spreads over my face. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life being taken by this man. He knows every inch of my body, every pleasure point and most of all, he knows my mind.
My legs buck as pleasure rips through my system, and I feel Branson reach his release as well.
We both fall onto the couch, sated and spent. Branson pulls me close and presses a kiss to my head. “I love you, Riley, promise me no one is going to come between us again.”
I take his face in my hands and press a kiss to his forehead. “I promise with everything I am.”
He holds onto me, and I know he won’t ever let me go. The love I feel for this man is so strong I’m sure nothing could ever come between us. Not after I nearly lost him, I will never let anyone get inside my mind again. I’m still quivering from my mind-blowing orgasm when Branson picks me up and carries me to my bedroom.
We make love again and again. First on the bed and then in the shower until I finally collapse from sexual exhaustion.
I wake up late afternoon with a stupid grin on my face. Branson and I had made love for most of the day, so I’m not surprised when I find the bed empty beside me. He probably needed to get back to the office; after all, he just fired his Creative Director this morning. I stretch out, and my hand brushes a piece of paper. Curious I sit up and pick the piece of paper up.
Branson had drawn a little cartoon man kneeling on one leg with a ring box in his hand. His heart was big and glowing red and at the bottom was a caption.
“Will you marry me?”
Happy tears burn the back of my throat as I look at the piece of paper again. This morning I had woken up and believed my life was over and now in the late afternoon realizing it was just about to begin.
After a quick shower, I head to the kitchen. I know Branson will be coming back to me tonight. There’s no doubt in my mind after this afternoon.
I scour my fridge contents and decide on cooking a celebratory meal we can enjoy in bed because I know that is where we’re going to end up if I answer the question he left on my pillow.
I make us a variety of food. Just as I put away the last dish, the door to my apartment opens. I’m not even surprised that he took a key with him, in fact, I’m elated. I have a boyfriend, possibly a fiancé and he has a key to my apartment.
“Honey, I’m home,” Branson calls out as he steps inside.
I grin foolishly at his words as I head over to welcome him. I kiss him full on the mouth before stepping back. “How was your day?”
Branson laughs and shakes his head. “I could get used to this.”
“Me too, although I’m not cooking for you every night. My boss can be a real dick. He won’t let me leave early every day.”
“Actually I hear your boss is hung like a horse.” He grins, amused.
I swat Branson playfully and move to the kitchen where I have two glasses of wine waiting. I pass him one and take a sip of mine. “So what happened?”
Branson sighs and drags a hand through his hair. “Let’s just say a few changes needed to be made, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”