I flicked my tongue over her pussy and her hips lifted in the air, sucking me deep inside. Vixen. She had always been my undoing. That was never going to change. There was something so powerful between us. We were more than soulmates. More than love lines on palms. We were meant to be twined together in every way. We’d spend the rest of our lives like this.
She exploded with pleasure in my mouth. I grinned. I eyed her. Her face was flush. She bit her lip.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
I peeled the rest of the silk off her body. She’d spent thousands on a dress that was now a pile of fabric next to the bed. I’d buy her another one. I dipped to her breast, tugging her tit between my teeth. Her hands raked along my ribs.
“I want you,” she pleaded. “I need you.”
I rubbed the head of my cock at her entrance, still warm, wet and pulsing from her orgasm. If I had any plans on what the rest of the night would be like, they were forgotten. I slammed into her with uncontrollable passion. No restraint. No patience.
Kennedy gripped my back. Her walls, squeezing my dick. I offered slow powerful thrusts, but we’d been dying to be together all night. Ever since she opened the door, this was what I wanted. I wanted to be buried inside her. I wanted to look in her eyes and see that she loved me as much as I loved her. Now, I got to fuck my future wife.
Something about that drove me to take her harder and faster. She panted and begged for more. The fire that burned between us wasn’t going to slow down. It never did. I pumped in and out.
“Oh, Kennedy,” I moaned her name, just before flipping her on her stomach.
She squealed. I gnashed my teeth at her, playfully nipping at her round sweet ass. I scraped my teeth over her skin as she swayed back and forth.
“Mmm,” she whimpered. I kissed the small of her back and ran my tongue along her spine. My cock nudged against her pussy. She looked at me over her shoulder.
“Marry me, tomorrow,” I demanded.
“What?” she gasped. I pushed in enough to send her eyes to the ceiling.
“I said I want you to marry me tomorrow. Not the next day. Not next month.”
She gripped fistfuls of expensive sheets in her hands, trying to steady herself. I could already feel another orgasm building between her legs. I loved torturing her this way. Talking and fucking. It was one of the few times she wasn’t good at multi-tasking.
I eased her all the way to her stomach and sank in deeper.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
I grinned, running my fingers under her body, strumming against her clit. “That’s a yes?” It was a dirty taunt. I knew exactly the position I had her in.
“I—can’t—oh—oh—”
I kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder. “That’s it,” I coaxed. The fire raged through her. I was so close to coming with her.
“Marry me,” I growled. I sank in until the frenzy was burning us both down. It was a quick move, but I slid my cock from her and rolled her on her back. I drove inside her. “Tomorrow, Kennedy.”
Her arms looped around me. She nodded. “Yes.”
I caught her lips with mine as the climax claimed me with one ricochet after another. I roared toward the ceiling, pumping until the last drop was gone. I collapsed on her chest, kissing her fiercely.
“God, I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you too.” She giggled.
“Come here.” I pulled her to me. I lifted her ring finger to my lips. I kissed her knuckle above the massive diamond. “Did you read what’s inside the band?”
“No.” She shook her head and immediately began to work the ring off her finger. She squinted at the inscription on the platinum band. “That’s tomorrow’s date.”
I waggled my eyebrows. She slapped me on the chest playfully.
“You are still an insufferable bastard,” she teased.
“And I still fucking love you.”