After our meal, I insisted on taking her shopping. She finally acquiesced but stated firmly that she would pay for whatever she bought. I remained silent on the issue.
We were in no hurry, so we held hands and wandered in and out of the shops. Per my request, she selected a beautiful blue cocktail dress with matching strappy stilettos that I knew I’d be fucking her in later. She wouldn’t let me see her in it when she tried it on, wanting it to be a surprise, and laughed when I grumbled. While she was changing, I found the clerk and paid for everything, including some silk and lace items that I’d picked out. When she got to the checkout and learned what I’d done, she turned to face me with a thunderous expression and opened her mouth to verbally flay me alive.
I grabbed her and slammed my mouth down over hers. Her arms flew around my neck, and I plundered her sweetness with my tongue, drinking from her like she was my first drink after a lifetime of thirst. When I finally forced myself to tear my mouth away, I was satisfied to see her eyes dazed with passion, her lips pink and swollen, and her skin slightly flushed. By the time the fog cleared, she was already settled in the car, and we were only ten minutes from home. She vowed to make me pay, but I just shrugged and hid my smile. I was confident she’d be singing a different tune when I had her naked with exception of her ring and those sexy as fuck shoes.
The sun was hanging low in the sky when we took all the bags back to our house, and I insisted that she change into her new outfit for dinner. When she sauntered out of the bedroom in the clingy backless dress with a short skirt that made her legs look a mile long, I almost demanded she go right back in and change. I didn’t like the idea of other men seeing so much of her skin. And it was entirely too snug. No man who saw her would be able to look away from her mouthwatering tits.
However, when I was ultimately able to drag my eyes to her face, I knew I was fucked. She looked excited and nervous as she waited for my reaction. No way in hell was I going to give her any reason to doubt how fucking gorgeous she was. “You look incredible, baby.” Her eyes warmed and lit from within as she gave me a bright smile. I was just going to have to constantly remind myself that she belonged to me so that I didn’t put my fist in some motherfucker’s face for staring at my woman.
* * *
“I can’t believe I’ve never done this before,” Aurora whispered as she snuggled into my side. I tightened my arm around her and dropped a kiss on top of her head, then nuzzled my nose in her silky hair.
“What do you think?” I asked softly.
She sighed and lifted her head so that I was looking down into her beautiful face. “It’s incredibly romantic.”
The sun was just disappearing as we glided along the river that surrounded a hotel that transported you to Italy with authentic gondola rides. The ring was burning a hole in my pocket, but I wanted to wait more than a few minutes into the ride before proposing. It was a gorgeous night, and I was enjoying the serene moment with my girl cuddled into my side.
My excitement got the best of me, though, and after only a short interval, I urged Aurora to sit up and face me. She was looking at me quizzically, and I opened my mouth to start my carefully rehearsed speech. I didn’t get one word out before a deafening crashing sound startled us. In the next instant, we were soaked to the bone as buckets of rain emptied from the sky.
“Holy shit!” Aurora gasped as the cold precipitation drenched her and immediately started shivering. I dragged her into my arms to help keep her warm as the gondolier frantically paddled toward solid ground.
I was utterly stunned at the turn of events. Not only was it extremely rare to have rain in Las Vegas, but a storm of this magnitude was even less likely. But what really had me dumbfounded was the fact that this unusual occurrence had chosen this moment to make an appearance. I was tempted to shout, “What the fuck?” to the universe.
Aurora started shaking, and I held her tighter, worried she was getting too cold. Until I heard her muffled laughter from where she’d buried her face in my chest. Her small giggles grew into loud belly laughs and stole her breath. It was impossible to remain angry with the sound washing over me, leaving only love and joy behind. I shook my head even as I smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.