I made a show of zipping my lips.
Bo took a deep breath and tried again. "I think I loved you from the moment I saw you in Advanced Econ Theory." He emphasized the class name and rolled his eyes. "We've been together for nearly four years and I can't imagine life without you. My life would be so dry and boring without you. You're my other half. If you don't marry me, I'm not sure I can wake up tomorrow and believe that there is a future worth living."
He unwrapped the box and pulled out a velvet box. Pulling the top open, he held up the box again. Nestled into the silk was a beautiful diamond antique setting with a huge round diamond in the center. It looked like something that a woman in the nineteeth century would wear, with delicate diamonds set all around the larger one and studded throughout the band.
It was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what I would've have picked out for myself. A perfect blend of old and new. I felt myself tear up yet again.
"What is with the waterworks?" Bo stood up and lifted me in his arms. He pulled out a chair at the elegantly set table and cuddled me close. He still held the box in his hand and I could feel the side of it pressing against my waist. I reached behind and pulled it out of his hand.
"Put it on me please." I offered him the box from the cradle of my hands. Bo's smile was more bright than all the candles in the room put together. He plucked the ring out of the box and slid it on my finger. I was glad his hands were steady because I was trembling. When the ring reached the base of my finger I clenched my fist around it, unnecessarily because it fit perfectly.
"Did you think that this was never going to happen? Is that why you're crying?" Bo took his big thumbs and swiped them across my cheeks. He leaned in and pressed soft kisses all over my wet face.
"No, it's just unexpected and everything. I hope you're not asking because I'm pregnant." I worried my lower lip between my teeth.
Bo shook his head. "Marry me, AnnMarie. There is no future without you. Without you, I can't face another day. You are my today and all my tomorrows."
"Yes, God, yes, Bo." I let my lips be captured by his, our tongues tangling and stroking against each other.
I felt him grow hard under me. He rearranged my legs so that they straddled either side of him, the arms of the chair spread me wide. He pressed me hard against him, the moisture between us from my arousal rather than my tears now. His lips firmed and his kisses became harder, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth in a rhythm in keeping with his steady rubbing of his hardness between my legs.
"I love you Bo, love you so much." I whispered these words between open-mouthed, wet, sex charged kisses. I dug my fingers into his hair and leveraged myself up against him. It was not enough. It would never be enough. His hand reached down between us, under the borrowed boxers. At the feel of the soaked cotton, Bo let out a long, low groan into my mouth which made me tighten around the fingers he'd slipped inside me.
"I can't wait until you are riding me, Sunshine," Bo grunted.
"Right here," I panted. Riding his fingers, hard, I repeated, "Right here."
I don't remember what was on the table, but it was pushed down to the floor, off to the other side. Bo pushed me back on the table and tore the underwear down. Hoisting his elbows on the table, he lifted my hips until my pussy was level with his mouth.
"I can't fucking believe my baby is inside you. God, I was hard all day thinking about it."
"Please," I begged. My hands clutched at the white linen table cloth and I wondered where we got it. We didn't own white linen. We didn't own tablecloths. But at the touch of Bo's mouth against my pussy, thoughts of table coverings dropped away. My entire focus was on his touch between my legs. He held me with one hand under my buttocks, his other hand was busy thrusting between my legs. I squeezed his head between my thighs and drummed my feet against his back which made him release a throaty laugh. He loved to make me crazy. He loved hearing me beg and there was no shame in asking for what I wanted with him.
"I need you inside me right now," I cried. The torture he was working with his tongue and fingers was too much for me to take. He bit my clit and then sucked it hard while curling his fingers inside of me. His thumb pressed right below my clit while he worked the whole area with his mouth. Thrust, pluck, suck. It was all too much. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I came all over his mouth and tongue. He hummed as he lapped up my release. I could feel the vibration against my pussy.
"That's a good way to start our celebration." Bo grinned at me when I raised up on my elbows, dazed from the force of my orgasm. He wiped his fingers on the table cloth and leaned up over to blow out the candles that rested precariously on the edge of the table.