Cherry Popper(12)
“Yes. I want all of it inside me. Every drop.” We’re crazy for doing this.
Ben bites his bottom lip as he thrusts deep one last time. And that’s where he stays—inside me, unmoving except for the kisses he showers over my face. I think he’s using his cock as a plug to keep his cum inside me. “I don’t think I’ll get pregnant tonight. My period is due in a few days so the timing isn’t right.”
He kisses the side of my neck and traces his fingertips in circles over my shoulder and upper arm. “Then we’ll consider it practice for when the time is right.”
He pulls out of me slowly. “But stay in bed for a little while, just in case.”
He is serious about this baby-making business. Does he think he has to get me pregnant to keep me? He doesn’t. There’s nothing I want more than to be with him. Having his baby would just be icing on the cake.
“No worries. I’m not leaving this bed anytime soon.”
He looks between my legs and grins. “There’s the proof. Cherry officially popped.” I guess that means there’s blood on the bed. He looks extraordinarily proud for someone who just had his sheets ruined.
He lies beside me and I scoot closer to place my head on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding hard against my face. His arms come around me so we’re wrapped like a vine around each other.
“Was it good for you?” I didn’t want our first time to be bad because my virginity forced him to hold back.
“It was awesome, Em. The best.”
“Good. Because I want to do it a lot more tonight. I want you to fuck me in different positions…and pull my hair.”
Ben lifts his head from the pillow to look at me. “What do you know about different positions and pulling hair?”
“I read books and watch movies.”
“Sounds like you’ve been reading and watching porn.”
“Maybe a little.” Ben is twenty-four. As much as I hate it, he’s experienced in the sex department. I’m not. I’ve never done anything with a boy other than kiss, and even that was nothing like the way Ben devours my mouth. As much as he seems to like my inexperience, it means I didn’t know what to do for him. “I wanted to turn you on. And I wanted our first time to be perfect so I did a little bit of research.”
“It was perfect, Em. Don’t ever think you don’t turn me on. I’m reduced to nothing but a horny bastard when I’m around you. Totally addicted. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I know the feeling. “I’ll never get enough of you either.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’ll be together forever.”
I roll to my back when Ben strains to get up. I thought he was getting on top of me for round two, but instead, he opens the drawer on his nightstand and takes out a black velvet box. He snaps open the top to unveil the most beautiful engagement ring I’ve ever seen. White gold. A square solitaire in the center surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.
“I’ve always known you were special to me even when I didn’t know what or how to label us. But now I know exactly what I want to label us: husband and wife. Marry me, Em.”
“Oh, Ben, it’s gorgeous.” I’m stunned by its beauty. I wasn’t anticipating a proposal tonight, and I sure wasn’t expecting a diamond of this magnitude.
He takes the ring from its box and slides it on the end of my finger. “Your birthday present, baby. But if you say yes, the gift will be all mine.”
No hesitation. “Yes. I want to be Mrs. Ben Westbrook.” I’ve always known I would be one day.
“Emma Westbrook. It sounds good.” He pushes the ring all the way down and I study the way it looks on my hand.
“It doesn’t sound good. It sounds perfect.”
Ben and I move toward the bed, kissing en route. God, this man has been insatiable this week.
He peels my jacket from my shoulders and tosses it to the bench at the foot of our bed before pulling my shirt over my head. I’m wearing a white lace bra, not my sexiest, but my boobs are really jacked in it since they’ve gotten bigger the last couple of weeks. “I love your tits so much.”
He caresses each one before pulling my bra down and reaching into the cups to lift them out. He thumbs my nipples, watching them harden, before he sucks one nipple into his mouth while rhythmically squeezing both. “Sneaky bastard. I know what you’re doing.”
He looks up at me all innocent-like while he continues to suck my nipple. “Whaaat, Em?”
“You’re trying to make them letdown.” Horny bastard gets turned on when my milk leaks. “You’re such a weirdo.”