Fulfillment(129)
The feeling of fullness I experienced weakened my stance, causing my head to drop and my hands to lose their grip against the glass.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly, yet with dominance so profound that I knew he did have me; he had me entirely.
I lifted my head to resume watching his magnificent reflection, a reflection of a body that I would get to admire forever. I greedily took in his flexing muscles as he increased his rhythm, together with increasing another orgasm within me. His thrusts became rapid, then deep, strong, slow and hard, stripping me of any vigour I had left.
He growled with such intensity as he came, strong and deep within me, leaving me limp and pretty much suspended across his arm.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder then shifted me so that he could scoop me up.
“So, was that a good first date?”
His cocky tone hung playfully in the air. I giggled as I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.
“It was alright,” I teasingly answered as he walked us to the bedroom. “You weren’t kidding though when you said we were going to ‘fuck like crazy’ after going out for dinner, were you?”
“No, and I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to eat breakfast off your naked body.”
“Mmmm,” I mumbled, as my mind caught up to my body, shutting down and taking a well earned rest.
***
The following morning I woke to the aroma of coffee and Bryce eating Fette Biscottate off of my stomach.
“Good morning, my beautiful fiancé. Sleep well?” he asked, as he licked a crumb from around my navel.
I squirmed at the ticklish feel. “Good morning, my handsome fiancé. Yes, I slept perfectly thanks to you.”
He pulled himself up closer to my head, poking the breakfast bread into my mouth. I bit down, finding that I was very hungry after only eating a few bites of dinner the night before.
Snatching it from his hand, I took another bite. “Yum, this is delicious.”
I could see his face start to break into a cute little protest when his phone started ringing.
He rolled over and picked it up from the bedside table. “Good morning, Lucy,” he answered with a smirk. I cuddled into his chest so that I could hear her through the phone’s speaker.
“So,” she said impatiently. “Did you ask her?”
“Yes,” he answered, keeping his emotions flat, not giving anything away.
“And?” she said, her impatience wearing thin.
“I said yes,” I yelled up at the phone.
The next thing I heard was her squealing through the speaker. Bryce frustratingly removed it from his ear, all the while smiling at his sister’s happy reaction.
“Congratulations,” she sang, happily.
“Thanks,” we answered simultaneously.
“Okay, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to know if my brother had manned up or chickened out. Go back to celebrating.” She blew a kiss into the phone then hung up.
He put it back down and pulled me on top of him.
Sitting naked, straddling his glorious hips, I sighed. “Can we just send out an email and tell everyone?”
“No, that’s boring,” he said as he kneaded both my breasts in his hands. “And anyway, your dad already knows. I had to get his permission first.”
My eyes widened at the knowledge he had been planning this for a while. “When did you ask my dad?”
He squeezed my tender flesh meticulously. “Christmas Day.”
I automatically lifted my arms and twisted my long hair into a bun holding it up on my head then thought back to Christmas Day and the sight of him and my dad leaving his office. “Mmmm, you’re sneaky,” I purred. “Okay, how about we text everybody with emoticons instead?”
He rolled both my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “No, that’s still not good enough.”
I closed my eyes and began to rub my pussy against his expanding cock. “Good old fashioned letter?” I suggested, hopefully.
“I was thinking more along the lines of hiring a sky writer, or making a guest appearance on a morning television show.”
My eyes shot open. “You wouldn’t?”
He grabbed me and wrestled me to the bed. “I would.”
***
After another mind-blowing orgasm, a skinny latte, and some more Fette Biscottate, Bryce headed out to oversee the progress of construction work of the new Clark Incorporated Hotel.
I was beaming, cheerful, and joyously happy. I kept glancing at my ring in wonderment, now in a position to cognitively take in its brilliance. It was a large, square halo-cut diamond—large probably being an understatement—set amongst 25 smaller diamonds, with another 15 smaller diamonds on the band on either side. Yes, I counted them, all 56 of them.