"I felt so sexy, being desired like that," she said, and decided the sixty-nine position would do for now, something I loved dearly with her, of course. "I'm not sure my imagination was quite up to the job, though. Thinking about how you'd be feeling back here waiting for me."
I smiled as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and squeezed.
"But it was fun - just enjoying it physically, without being too deep about it all. I just forgot all about you and let myself go."
"Forgot all about me?" I smirked.
She responded to my teasing by wedging her pussy down over my mouth again to silence me. I serviced her, impressed at how wet she was, how wet she'd been all night.
When she climbed off, she seemed concerned. She said: "You didn't… hate it, did you?"
"No. I could see you needed it - it's something that thrills you just as much as it does to dominate me."
"Not quite as much," she said, wiggling her butt, pressing her pussy down on me.
I said: "I was just really nervous. The important thing was you enjoyed it."
"I had such a great time," she turned around and jumped on me for a tight hug. "You're the best in the world, you know that?"
I chuckled. "That's all I need to hear."
Then she looked at me. "How did you come up with that whole knife thing? That was a surprise. Kinda scary, actually."
"I'm still a little unsure about the whole spanking thing - the whole hitting thing," I explained.
"I can tell. It's something we can work on, you know."
"I just thought the knife would give me that little edge, get you a little nervous about my attempt at domination."
"I was nervous," she said, sitting up on me, then deciding to turn around to straddle my thighs. "I mean, you don't really know what you're doing as a dominant male, and you pull a knife on me? I had no idea how far you thought you could take that."
"You know I'd never hurt you, though, right? You trust me?"
"Of course," she smiled. "Why do you think I let you continue?"
She kissed me, and I felt her searing wetness touch down on the rigid shaft of my cock. "You wanted it all to be so perfect that first time," she said. "You do know we have all the time in the world to learn about all this, right?"
"I know. I just didn't want to disappoint," I said.
"So what was all that 'husband' stuff? That kind of slipped out a lot."
"I don't know."
She rocked herself gently on my cock, but keeping it outside her body. "It was a real turn on, you know - the thought of having a cute husband of my very own to carry out my every sexual desire from now until Kingdom Come."
I brushed her hair out of her face, and said to her: "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
She looked into my eyes and gave me a dazzling smile. Then she tucked her fingers into her bra, retrieving something.
A diamond ring.
My heart nearly stopped.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Aiden. I've never been more certain in my life about what I want for the rest of my life - it's you. It's always been you."
I could hardly breathe. I tried to dissipate some of the tension, asking her quietly: "Are you going down on one knee, or should I?"
She smiled. "I don't think either of us need do that."
"I'm glad you picked out the ring you like, though."
She kissed me again. "Well, I wasn't going to leave that to chance," she said, and then shuffled her hips, and I was deep inside my beautiful Zoey, the most perfect place in the world.
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