He’s already up and off of the couch, striding towards me with the purposeful smirk that I know so well, when he has a secret that he hasn’t told me yet. He reaches into his pocket and slips out a box, holding it out to me in the palm of his hand. It’s small, velvet and red, and I stare at it in disbelief.
Is it an engagement ring? But—he’s not down on one knee…
Alexandre and I have talked about marriage, of course. It’s another thing that he’s hesitant about, afraid that I’ll see it as him trying to own me again, to lay claim to me instead of letting me stay with him of my own free will. I, on the other hand, see marriage in a purely romantic sense, a way of pledging ourselves to each other beyond the promises we’ve made time and time again. I hadn’t expected a proposal for a very long time—definitely not today.
“Noelle.” He says my name gently, startling me out of my thoughts. “Take it.”
Fingers trembling, I reach for the small box. But when I open it, it’s not a ring.
There, nestled on the red satin inside, is a key.
“What—” I look up at Alexandre, confused. “What is this?”
“Do you remember that house we looked at a few months ago? The one with the view of the park you love?” He smiles. “It’s ours, if you want it. There’s more than enough room for the three of us, until George is done with university—or for as long as he wishes to stay with us--and then we can fill it with books or pets or children, whatever you want, my love.” He nods down at the key, his blue eyes misty. “I wanted to give you a home of our own,petite souris.A place that is only ours.”
“Oh my god.” I stare down at the key, my eyes filling with tears. I hadn’t expected this either. I know the house he’s talking about, a beautiful home full of sunlight and wide-open rooms, with a gorgeous view of Paris and an upstairs room perfect to make a new library, like the one we left behind in Alexandre’s old apartment. I’d fallen in love with it, but I could never in a million years have asked Alexandre to buy it for us.
And yet, he has.
As I stare at the key, tears dripping from my lashes, Alexandre goes down to one knee in front of me, his face hopeful. “And if you will have me, Noelle, I want nothing more than for you to be my wife. You have loved me through sickness and health already, through worse and better, and I want to the very depths of my soul to love you the same, for the rest of our lives.” He reaches out, his fingers curling around mine. “I asked for your brother’s blessing this morning, and he said yes. Will you marry me, Noelle Giles?”
I can hardly speak through the tears. “Yes—” I manage somehow, clutching the box, bending to kiss Alexandre as the happy tears drip onto his cheeks as well. “Yes, yes—”
Alexandre reaches for me as he stands, pulling me into his arms and kissing me passionately, his fingers sliding into my hair. “My love,” he whispers against my lips, his hand pressing against the back of my head as I lean into him. “My Noelle.”
From the couch, Georgie lets out an exaggerated groan. “This is romantic and all, but—gross.” He stands up noisily, shaking his head as we break apart, laughing and wiping away tears. “I’m gonna—explore the city. Have fun, guys.”
He’s barely out of the door before Alexandre pulls me into his arms again, both of his hands buried in my hair as he kisses me fiercely. Since he healed from his wounds, it’s felt as if he’s wanted to make up for the nights when he couldn’t touch me a thousand times over. His hands rove over me just as hungrily as ever, sliding down my hips and pushing the tight fabric of my leggings down my thighs as he backs me against the wall, his mouth devouring mine.
“Oh god—” I gasp against his lips, aching for him as I feel his hips lean against me, the hard length of his cock pressing against my thigh. I grab at him just as feverishly, yanking down the waist of his joggers with one hand as I drag up his shirt with the other, eager for all of his hard, heated body against mine.
“I need you,petite,” he growls against my lips, his hard cock nudging between my thighs, both of us half-dressed still. I’m already drenched for him, and I can’t wait to get the rest of our clothing off, my thighs parting for him as he pins my hands over my head against the wall. His cockhead nudges between my folds, rubbing against my clit, and I gasp, my hips jerking as he slides against me.
“Ah, you like that?” His piercing blue eyes hold mine, a mischievous smile dancing over his lips. “You like when I tease you with my cock?”
“Oh god—yes—” I moan helplessly as he reaches down with one hand, sliding his cock more firmly against my clit, rubbing back and forth as his gaze switches between my pleasure-dazed expression and the lewd sight of his swollen cock parting my folds, slick with my arousal. “You’re going to make me come if you keep—doing—that—”
“Come for me then,petite,” Alexandre growls, his hips nudging forward, the heat of his pre-cum dripping from his cock onto my clit and adding to the wet, aching pleasure of it. “Use my cock for your pleasure, Noelle. Come for me, and then I’ll fill you up with it.”
“Oh—Alexandre!”I cry out his name as he slips over me again, the delicious friction exactly where I need it, throwing me over the edge into a climax that makes my knees buckle so thoroughly that Alexandre has to grab me, his arm going around my waist as he lifts me up.
“I’ve wanted to be strong enough again to do this for a long time,petite,” he murmurs as he lifts me, my back against the wall and my legs going around his hips, bracing me there as his cock nudges against my entrance. “To fuck you just like this, long and slow—”
He pushes into me, inch by delicious, thick, hard inch, filling me up completely. I moan as he thrusts into me, his hips pressing against mine, his lips brushing down my throat as he rocks against me. “Your pussy feels so good,petite, so tight, so perfect—”
I clench around him, still fluttering with the aftershocks of my first orgasm, my body trembling with pleasure as I tighten my thighs around his hips. I cling to him, arms around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as he rocks against me, long and hot and slow, just as he promised.
“Mypetite souris,”he murmurs against my throat, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin, sucking the delicate flesh there, sliding further down to nip at my collarbone before his mouth returns to mine. “My love—”
“Alexandre—” I breathe his name against his lips, arching into him, feeling the hard press of his cock in me as he fills me, again and again. “Oh god, I’m so close—”
“Come for me again,” he groans, thrusting harder, pushing me hard against the wall. “I want to feel you clench around me, make me come. I want to feel you forcing all the cum out of my cock for you—”
I’ve never heard anyone in my life talk as dirty as Alexandre does, and it works on me every time. As careful as we’ve been to make sure I’m on birth control, nothing gets me off as much as hearing him talk about filling me up with his cum, making me swallow it, covering my breasts and stomach and lips in it. He knows it, too, the wicked smile on his lips curving against mine as my head falls back, the pulse of my orgasm starting to spread through me as my nails dig into his shoulders, and I moan helplessly.
“That’s it,petite, my good girl, make me come so hard for you—” Alexandre croons against my throat, his lips and teeth dragging over my skin as my pussy clenches hard around him. I feel him slam into me once more, his cock swelling and hardening as the first hot spurt of his cum fills me. I tighten around him, wanting more of it, taking every drop from him as he rocks deeper, filling me with wave after wave of his orgasm as I shudder and moan around him, both of us coming together.
His mouth drops to my shoulder, his body pressed against mine, both of us trembling with the aftershocks. And then, as if he’s ready to go all over again, Alexandre steps away from the wall, still holding me in his arms with his cock buried deep inside of me as he carries me down the hall.