“Touch me,” he orders.
I meet his gaze, his eyes burning with passion and lust as he watches me expectantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. If it wasn’t for his assertive tone, I’d take it as begging. He pants as my fingers move around, tracing every inch and corner of his sculpted body. Then, I wrap my palm firmly around his arousal, making him grunt.
“Like this?” I tease.
Cautiously, I plant a soft kiss on the tip of his cock as I cup his balls with my free hand. When he groans, I feel extremely pleased. Then I get up and gather my strength; placing my hands on his shoulders, I spin him around so that my whole weight rests on his large body. When we land on the bed with him under me, I’m satisfied.
“You’ve been learning quite a lot of new tricks, Ms. Quinn,” he comments hoarsely.
I giggle.
“Anything to please you, Mr. Lewis.”
I devour his mouth passionately as my hands caress his arms, my hips gyrating and rubbing my wetness against his arousal. Panting heavily, my lips trail against his neck. I suck his nipples and mischievously nibble. Derik lets out another groan when I wrap my hands around his cock, peppering kisses against his hard pecks. Slowly, I move to lick the tip of his member like a lollipop. I tease his length with my tongue, making swirling movements when I reach the rounded head. His masculine scent drowns my senses, waking my carnal desires, my pussy growing wetter.
Derik grabs my ass with his hands and nimbly shifts us so that I’m under him.
His magnetic gray eyes seem to suck my soul dry as he stares deeply into me. I gulp hard when he parts my legs to make room for himself. But to my surprise, he lowers his head and starts licking my mouth, neck, abdomen… and my wetness.
“Oohh!” I shriek when his tongue traces the length of my center. My cheeks are hot, realizing that he’s tasting my honey. I feel inhibited, but the pleasure makes me arch my back, my fingers combing through his hair.
“Ahh…that feels so good,” I moan impatiently, my rationality leaving me as carnal desire takes control. I pull his head closer when he slips his tongue inside and makes swirling motions.
Derik abandons my throbbing lady parts, kissing upward along my body.
When he reaches my neck he plunges in, filling me with his length, leaving me breathless as he slides in and out. My muscles tighten around him as he moves, slowly at first. When he picks up pace, cries of pleasure methodically escape my mouth.
“Yes! Oh, shit!” I exclaim as beads of sweat trickle down my chest.
Encouraged, Derik cups my breasts with his hands and sucks them like a baby in need of milk. He pounds into me hard and fast, working me to the brink of insanity.
“You like that, hmm?” he asks breathlessly.
Not waiting for a response, he rocks, rotating his hips, and pushes his dick deeper and harder, reaching nerves that send me shuddering violently in pleasure. His movements are demanding. Instinctively, my hips move in rhythm with his, sending me to the edge of bliss.
My walls quiver around him.
“Oh, yes…” I whimper, nearing my orgasm.
The slapping sound of skin and the smell of carnal lust and sweat are driving me insane, like an addictive drug. Derik’s mouth nestles and nibbles the crook of my neck as his thrusts grow heavier. I lock my legs around his waist for support, my back arched to meet the strokes of his cock inside me.
He grunts as I moan, and we finally come.
He seals my mouth with a deep kiss one more time before collapsing his weight onto the space next to me, panting heavily. His expression is soft as he pulls me into his arms, pushing my damp and disheveled hair from my forehead.
Derik holds me in his embrace for a few minutes until our breathing relaxes and my eyes grow heavy.
“Take a shower. I’ll change your sheets,” he whispers softly.
His soft kisses snap me awake.
Nodding obediently, I get up and sluggishly meander across the room, but my attention refocuses when I step on a bulging object. I look down to find it underneath the man’s coat that fell on the floor when he was getting undressed. I pick it up suspiciously and find a black velvet box inside the pocket.
My heart skips a beat when I crack it open, exposing a ring. It is a well-crafted round pink diamond that’s seated between two smaller princess-cut clear ones on a platinum band that looks antique.
There is an engraved initial under it, too!
Without a doubt, this is an heirloom.
“Derik…” I call out. The man is cluelessly opening cabinets searching for extra sheets. “Were you planning to propose at the banquet tonight?”
I watch his back freeze in the middle of closing the drawers at the bottom of my wardrobe. Stifling a laugh, I click my tongue and stomp on the carpeted floor.
“Oh my! That would have been such a sight to see! Mr. Lewis, down on one
knee!”
He turns around, wearing his signature stern look, illuminated by the dim wall sconces.
“Shut up.”
He scratches the back of his head awkwardly as he avoids my gaze.
I cackle, finding his expression quite cute. I wiggle my brows, stepping closer to him. Then, I point my finger at his bare chest and look into his eyes intently.
“It’s alright. I’ll give you the right to own me for life,” I tease.
Pivoting, he cocks a brow and snatches the ring from my hands. Swiftly, he slips it onto my ring finger, sending a flood of emotions through me. I’m shocked and excited at the same time. All this time, I never doubted his feelings for me. But from time to time, I’ve questioned where it might take us in the future…if such a thing could exist for us.
