Friends with Benefits(41)

I grinned.


Another couple got up to join the first. They walked the same steps.  Allie was in awe that they knew the same dance. When three more couples  got up and started dancing, she was enthralled.


Then the music changed. Allie looked around as more people got out of  their seats. Suddenly the dance floor was nearly full, and everyone on  it was performing the same routine.


Allie kicked my shin under the table and leaned over. "I bet someone is  about to get proposed to!" she cried. "Let's try to guess who it is!"  Then she spotted Chance and Melissa at the back of the dance floor.  "Hang on, is that Melissa?"


I stood up.


Allie's eyes followed me as I stepped onto the dance floor. Her seat was  only four feet away from me. I stood there like an idiot for a minute  until one of the dancers tapped me on the shoulder. Then, all at once, I  jumped into the routine. Allie watched me with her mouth hanging open  as I danced.


The song was close to ending. The big moment was only thirty seconds  away. I could feel the weight of the ring box in my pocket like it  weighed fifty pounds. I was aware of Allie's eyes on me as she pieced  together what was happening. Once the shock wore off, she started  smiling. She pressed her hands to her cheeks as she laughed and watched  the routine.


Fifteen more seconds.


Allie was clapping her hands and tapping her feet to the rhythm of the  music. More people were getting out of their chairs to join the dance  for the grand finale. I thought I saw the hint of a tear in the corner  of her eye.


She was a smart girl. She probably knew what was coming.


Five more seconds.


Allie's eyes were on me. I mouthed that I loved her. She mouthed it back.


The song ended. I went to my knee in front of her. The whole place lapsed into complete silence.


"Allie Wright, you are and always have been the girl of my dreams," I  said. Allie was already crying. Her nose was pink. Her bottom lip was  trembling. Her hands were shaking. I kept going, afraid that if I  stopped, I would never get through it. "The last nine months have been  the best months of my life. I want every day to be a day I wake up to  you. I want to spend my life with you. I want to prove to you each and  every day how special you are if you'll let me. Allie, will you marry  me?" As I popped the question, I pulled the ring box out of pocket and  popped it open. The diamond caught the colorful lights above and seemed  to glow within the box.


Allie launched herself out of her chair and threw her arms around me.  "Yes, Steven, of course!" She sobbed into my shoulder. "I can't believe  this! This was magical. The dancing-how did you know?" She pulled away,  and I pulled her down to sit on my knee.


The crowd around us was cheering and clapping. The band started to play  their music again in celebration. "I know everything about you," I said  as I took the ring out the box and held it out. Allie gave me her hand. I  slid it onto her finger.


"Oh, it's beautiful," Allie said over the noise in the restaurant. "It's  perfect." She admired the ring and then looked up at me. Her mascara  was running. She was still gorgeous. "I love you so much."         

     



 


"I love you, too," I said, kissing her. More cheering erupted around us.





We didn't get back to my house until late that night. We stumbled down  the hall, tripping over some of Allie's moving boxes. Within another  week or so she would officially be moved in. The house smelled good all  the time now. My fridge was full. My bed was always warm. Living with  Allie was going to be such an awesome adventure.


I took her into the bedroom. We undressed. Then I wrapped my arm around  her and lowered her down onto the bed beneath me. We kissed every part  of each other. She held onto my wrists and spread her legs. She wrapped  them around my waist, and I rose to the occasion. I pressed into her.


She moaned into my mouth. I silenced her by sealing my lips over hers.


I held her face in my hands and stared down at her as I moved inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.


I rocked against her and held her in my arms. She clung to me. I felt  like I couldn't get as close to her as I wanted even though I was inside  her. The desperation in the way she held me made me think she felt the  same way.


"I love you," I told her as I continued to bury my cock in her.


"I love you, too," she half-whispered half-moaned.


I straightened above her. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and let  me push her legs back so that I could get deeper inside her. She moaned  as I rested her ankles on my shoulders and fucked her hard and deep.


Her fingers curled in the sheets. She couldn't keep her eyes closed. Each breath was sharp and desperate. She was going to come.


I wanted to feel her tighten around my cock. I wanted to feel her get  wetter. I pushed her legs back farther and slid myself deep into her  pussy. She moaned and whispered my name.


My name on her lips drove me wild. I began thrusting harder and faster.  She cried out my name this time. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her in  place as my cock thrust into her. Then, all at once, we both came. I  filled her pussy, and she held my wrists as her body shook with her  orgasm.


We moved apart, and I flopped down on the bed beside her. She looked over at me with a smile playing on her lips.


Then she sat up and leaned across me, reaching for the nightstand on her side of my bed.


"What are you doing?" I asked, not that I minded the way she was squishing her tits against my chest.


She opened the drawer and pulled something out. Then she crossed her  legs and sat beside me. She held up what she had grabbed: a pen and a  little yellow book. Her diary.


I crossed my arms behind my head, and she opened the diary and set it on  my stomach to use me as a table. I rested a hand on her knee as she  leaned over to write. But I couldn't keep my hand there. The way she was  sitting was just begging for me to touch her. So I trailed my hand up  the inside of her thigh and began playing with her clit while she tried  to write.


"Steven." She giggled, pretending to put up a fight. "Let me write this quickly."


"What? You can't write while I play with you?"


"No. I don't know."


"Try it," I encouraged.


She scowled playfully at me and leaned over the book, the pen poised  above the paper. When she pressed the tip of it to the page, I slipped a  finger into her. She moaned but didn't stop writing. Her hand moved  quickly, frantically, as I fucked her with my fingers. I could tell that  she was struggling to keep it together.


When she was done she fell back, my fingers still in her pussy. Her  diary fell closed on my stomach, and the pen rolled off the edge of the  bed. I picked up the book with my free hand and pulled my finger out of  her to rub her clit once more. "Can I read what you wrote?" I asked.


"Of course," she said breathlessly.


I opened to the most recent page. There was no heading like all her  other entries, and she had written right smack in the middle of the page  rather than starting at the top like she always did. The entry was  short:





Dear Diary,


There's something you need to know. Something that will make all the  other pages a thing of the past: They lived happily ever after.





I smiled at her words.


"Happily ever after sounds pretty damn good," I said.


"Doesn't it?" she said, sitting up and leaning over me. I played with  her clit some more as she kissed me. Then she lay on her side beside me,  and I hugged her to me.


I ran my fingers over her hip. She pressed her ass up against my crotch.  My dick was hard. I slipped it between her legs. It slid easily into  her wet pussy. She clutched her pillow and arched her back so that I  could get deeper inside her.


I worked her over slowly. She rotated her hips against me in an even  rhythm. I loved the way it felt when she ground on me like that. She  turned her face to me, and we kissed. I sucked on her bottom lip. She  let out a whispering moan.         

     



 


"Fuck me as hard as you can, fiancé," she said playfully.


I lifted her leg in the air. She rubbed her clit. I did as she said.


I fucked her as hard as I could. She threw her head back and nearly  screamed with pleasure. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me,  burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. She  rubbed herself faster.


We both climaxed together. Then we stayed like that, joined together  until I forced myself to get up and clean off. Allie did the same.


We got back into bed. Allie cozied up tight to my side and rested her  cheek on my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my skin.


"So," she said softly. "When do we want to get married?"


"Whenever you want," I said. "You've wanted a fall wedding since you were in high school, haven't you?"


"Yes. The autumn colors are beautiful."