Page 8 of Happily Evan After

I rock myself into the mattress, desperate for some friction against my dick. I want to propose again, but this time for real. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she makes me think of forever.

Her pelvis bucks underneath me, and I press an arm over her hips to keep her where I want her. I want her to come on my tongue. I want her to scream my name, but she doesn’t even know it.

I circle my tongue around her clit.

“Right there. Oh my God.”

Nails scrape over my scalp, and I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her body tightens, then her release quakes through her. I keep my mouth on her until her body stills. She’s breathing hard.

“I need another one,” I tell her.

“What?” she asks.

I lock my eyes on hers and then slide two fingers inside her.

Her back arches off the bed.

I pump them in and out a few times before curving my fingers. When I brush them across that special spot, she nearly levitates.

“Oh damn!” she screams.

“There it is,” I say. Then I lick her again while moving my fingers.

She makes a strangled noise in her throat. “What—” but her question dies as I double down on my work.

I keep my rhythm steady as I work my fingers and mouth. She’s bucking underneath me, and fuck, I’m so damn hard I might come with her.

“It’s too much,” she whines.

But it’s not, she can take it and give me even more.

Then she screams as she shatters and squirts all over my hand. I lap up all of her juices, then stand from the bed. I shuck the rest of my clothes and grab a condom to roll over my dick.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. I line myself up at her entrance and slowly slide in all the way to the hilt.

“Holy fuck, Dimples, you feel so goddamn perfect.”

“I think you’re going to kill me,” she says. Her legs hike up and wrap around my waist.

It sinks me a little deeper inside her.

“I just want to make you feel pleasure,” I tell her.

“Death by pleasure,” she says.

“I’ve got you, beautiful. I won’t let you die.”

I start to move then, sliding in and out of her hot, wet center.

“Christ, woman, you might just kill me with pleasure. You feel incredible.”

“Yes,” she hisses. Her chants of “Oh my God” continue.

“That’s it. Want you to come all over my cock. Think you can do that?”

She shakes her head. “No.”