I stop talking. Because he’s on his knees and he’s holding a ring. An engagement ring. An expensive one if that huge stone is real. “I was going to wait until after dinner but now is as good a time as any.”
“What are you doing?” I say, suspicious of, well, nothing.
He takes my hand. “I’m proposing, Ella Wade.” The never nervous actor/model/international gunman is actually trembling as he holds the ring up to me. “Will you marry me?”
Okay, where are the hidden cameras? “You want to marry me?”
“I believe that’s the goal here, yes.”
My God, he’s serious. “Ask me again,” I say. “It didn’t feel real before.”
He kisses my hand and then clears his throat. “Ella, I’ve loved you my entire life. Through all the uncertainties I fought against, you have been my only certainty. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Oh my God,” I say, my voice shrill and breathy. “You’re so going to get laid tonight.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, it’s a yes,” I scream. “An absolute, total yes.”
He gets up, looming over me. His eyes sparkle as he slides the ring on my finger and searches for my lips, pulling me into a slow, wet kiss.
Nothing stays slow with us for long. I love that about us, how deep our intimacy is and how we’re always ready to explore each other’s body.
Jax picks me up in his strong arms to take me to the couch. His body covers mine and we kiss hungrily, my hands on his jaw and then the back of his head.
He yanks my panties off and I wrap my legs around his hips, inviting him for more. His hand reaches down to stroke my pussy, slow and deliciously, setting me on fire.
I moan, turning my face to the left so he can kiss my neck while his fingers explore my wetness.
What I feel is absolute loss of control, a breakdown of will and composure. My hands go for his sweatpants, lowering them so I can squeeze his butt cheeks. Squeeze might be an exaggeration. How do you squeeze something so rock hard?
“Jax, I want you inside me,” I say as I unravel underneath his touch.
He sits up and flips me around so I’m on top of him. I take my shirt off, letting my breasts spill all over his face.
He takes a nipple between his teeth while his fingers keep stroking me, sliding over my clit and then inside me, caressing my walls. I gasp and pant and become an unintelligible mess.
Then his finger moves out of my pussy and back to my clit before it starts moving backward bringing the wetness from my pussy to my ass, pressing hard there, taking me by surprise.
“Take it,” he says with what looks like an evil grin. “You’ll like it.”
He gives me zero time to respond. Zero. As I open my mouth, he firmly presses just the tip of his finger inside my ass and he’s right—holy moly is he right! It feels so good to have that persisting sensation there.
“Now what?” I say, breathless.
“Now I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy until you come hard.”
I’m on board with that. He grabs one hip with his free hand, pushing me down on his cock slowly. The tip dips inside me but then he pulls out, rubbing the head against my aching opening. It’s driving me mad. He presses again, deeper this time and I spread my thighs wider, lowering myself as I take him all in, inch by wonderful inch.
Having him inside me like that with his fingertip teasing my ass, gives me a new sense of fullness.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he says, as he begins to thrust into me slowly, letting me adjust.
He picks up speed and I join in his rhythm, our bodies perfectly connected as he stares into my eyes, feeling his stiffness inside me everywhere at once.
“This is perfect,” he says, “you’re perfect.”
It’s what I think about him. He is perfect. Everything he does to me is perfect. He makes my life an endless celebration.
We explode almost simultaneously, the orgasm flashing inside me like a giant thunderbolt, stealing my breath away, making me howl like a possessed woman until I can’t hear or see anything.
I fall on top of him, my heart quivering, my body still shuddering deep inside.
He grips my face with two hands, diving into my mouth. “And that was the first time you had sex with your fiancé,” he says between two rounds of panting.
I could get used to it. Definitely. I could spend the rest of my life in his arms. Despite everything, we get to be happy in the end. Is such a thing possible? Do people live happily ever after? I guess there is only one way to find out.
THE END