Princely Passions 1(64)
At least I hope so. He’s saying something.
“…I don’t want to continue pressing my luck every day, Daphne. I don’t want to ever lose you,” he’s saying to me. Wow. Each word is burning itself into my memory.
“I want every day to be the beginning of the rest of our lives. I want to hold you and protect you for the rest of our days, if you’ll do me the honor. And if you’ll let me, Daphne, I would like the privilege of trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me in the last several months.”
Oh my God! I love him so much. There’s no question now what he’s going to ask.
Really, I hope I flossed. Do I have coffee breath?
He’s pulled out a box from somewhere. He’s opened it, and there’s a ring. With a diamond. Geez, that’s a big diamond. It’s so beautiful. It’s big. But so tasteful and elegant.
Kind of like his cock? It’s like the Derrick-cock of diamonds?
The man is proposing to you! Now is not the time to be thinking about his cock!!
Actually, I’m so wet. It’s insane.
“Daphne Apple,” he says. “Will you do me the honor and privilege of consenting to be my wife so that we can spend the rest of our lives in the happiness we have now?”
How did he ever become so articulate? I’ve tamed him and created a monster!
I’m so happy!
My heart is about to burst!
I can’t speak!
“Yes,” I whisper.
The roar of the city - while in the distance - is still loud enough to drown me out I think.
“Yes,” I say louder. Derrick hears me and begins to smile.
“Yes!” I say, just in case he didn’t hear me. He takes the ring out.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I repeat, giddy with happiness, just in case he didn't understand. It’s like I’m a happiness volcano and it’s all rushing out. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.
He puts the ring on my finger.
I don’t even know how to react. Do I kiss him? Do I hug him? Do I scream out in pure ecstasy? Everything seems like the right decision!
I bite my lower lip, trying to stop myself from crying, and grab his hands on mine. He gets up, his eyes locked on mine. I don’t even know what else I should say! But it doesn’t even matter - he makes words meaningless as he leans into me and kisses me.
“Yes?” He asks as he stands with a huge smile planted on his flushed face.
“Of course!” I yell to him.
Why would he think for one second I would say anything else? I’ve wanted to spend every day of my life with him since our first night together. We live together for Christ’s sake!
“I love you,” he whispers on my lips and I feel like I’m floating in my very own fairy tale.
He kisses me with a new passion, a dangerous level of love in the way that he grips my neck, leading me.
“I love you more,” I challenge and he twists his face as if I’ve said something completely absurd.
“Let’s go home,” he links his fingers through mine and leads me back through the construction tape.
“How did you plan all of this?” I ask as we make our way to the waiting Bentley limousine.
“Anything for you, love,” he shrugs before opening the car door for me.
Once Derrick settles into his seat beside me, he pushes a button and a dark partition rises, separating us from the driver.
“Come here,” the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s pulled me onto his lap, yanking my fitted skirt over my hips so I can straddle him comfortably. With his hands gripping my ass, he slides his tongue in my mouth, as I begin to grind my pelvis against the bulge in his pants.
Without words we both express our lustful desires, our passion pouring out of us.
I seriously cannot believe this has just happened. Am I dreaming? How has this become my life? And don’t you dare look down your nose at me with those judgmental eyes. I know I’ll have to tell him the truth about me, but can’t you see I’m a bit busy at the moment.
“Take these off,” Derrick whispers in my ear before nibbling on my neck.
“No,” I say, which is quite rare and his face reflects the unusualness for him to hear the word.
“What do you mean?” He literally asks me what I mean by the word no as if he’s unfamiliar with the saying.
“I want to wait until we get home,” I explain in a whiny tone. I don’t want our first time after our engagement to be restricted by his driver listening in.
“Are you serious?” He looks on in disbelief.
“Yes, baby. I want it to be unforgettable,” I reason, my waist still winding away, as he grips my ass, pulling me closer to his favorite part of himself.