“Thank you Noelle,” he says. He peeks at my plate. “Pain perdu? Good choice.”
We sit down, and he picks up his fork, but I’m too curious to wait.
“What’s the surprise?”
“Ever the impatient one,” he says, but he’s smiling. “I was going to save this for the right time, but I know you won’t enjoy the rest of our day if you’re thinking about it.”
“I won’t,” I agree. “So come on!”
He stands up from the table and walks toward me. Then he drops down on one knee. My smile turns into shock as I realize what he’s doing. I can see him reach into his pocket and pull out a little black box. My mouth drops open. Is he...? He is! The diamond ring inside of the box is huge, a round cut stone the size of a pea and is set in a band of smaller diamonds. It’s stunning, but more than that, it’s a declaration of love to the world. Andrew heard what I said last night about not wanting to hide anymore, and he’s determined to make me happy. I can’t believe I’ve found such a wonderful man.
“Noelle,” he says with the biggest grin on his face, “Will you marry me?”
I can only nod, tears of happiness springing to my eyes. He takes the ring out of the box, gently holds my hand, and slips the ring on. It shines like a promise, and I throw my arms around Andrew’s neck, breathing in his scent. He lifts me up and twirls me around, squeezing me tight as he laughs. I can’t believe it. He slows down and sets me back on the ground, gazing into my eyes.
“I love you Noelle,” he says. His voice is calm and steady, like a rock, and I know he means it forever.
“I love you too Andrew.”
He kisses me, and sweeps me up to carry me over to the bed, our breakfast forgotten. I laugh and cling onto him tight.
Andrew kicks open the door to our bedroom, and throws me onto the bed, climbing up right after me. I open my legs for him, welcoming him. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock beneath his pants pressing against my cleft, and then I’m devoured by kisses, hard and fast. His hand cups the back of my head, tangling itself in my hair. His lips part and I dart through, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. He pulls the back of his shirt, we separate, and then he chucks it to the side. My hands undoes my robe and I shrug my shoulders out of it. His head drops back down on me, trailing kisses down towards my breasts.
He pushes them out of the flimsy lace and closes his mouth over me, sucking hard on a nipple. I gasp as his tongue sucks the stiff peak, pleasure blooming in my core. He’s taking it slow and easy now, as if we have all the time in the world. His other hand reaches up to my nipple, a calloused thumbpad circling the sensitive nub. I love the dual feel of wet and rough, my back straining up to meet his mouth and hands. I let him worship my body, alternating back and forth and making my slick pussy pulse with desire for him. It’s good, but I don’t want to wait. I want us to make love already.
Andrew slides between my legs. His finger moves down, the rough pads circling my swollen lips but he doesn’t actually come to it, even though longing has my legs open wide for him already.
“You’re so wet for me Noelle,” he breathes, low and dark in my ear. “So fucking wet.”
I wiggle under him, trying to move his fingers into me already. But he’s slow, agonizingly so, his thumb rubbing against my clit before finally pushing his finger inside where I needed him.
“Ohhhh,” I sigh, my body relaxing. Andrew’s finger slides in an out of my opening, fast and slick from my juices.
“Do you want more?” His voice is deliciously dirty in my ear, and it’s not until he stops that I hear him ask me again. “Do you want more Noelle?”
“Uh-huh,” I gasp. He slides in a second thick digit. “More!”
A third. I whimper, my hands clutching onto his strong arms. Andrew’s smiling, watching his own fingers fly in and out of my pink slit. They’re brushing up against the hidden spot, releasing delightful sparks of pleasure that make me want to curl my toes. I’m rocking my hips to meet his hand, desperately wanting that feeling of fullness. I can feel myself getting close, so close, and then he stops.
“Not this time,” he says. “I want to feel you come all around me.”
His hands work at his buckle, and then he’s pushing off his boxers and jeans, letting his huge girth spring free. We crash together again, kissing each other deeply and urgently. I don’t want another second to pass without him inside of me, and I hook my legs around his hips, pulling him towards me. His cock, hard and silky and thick, presses against my thigh. The spiraling need inside of me threatens to drown me entirely.