“That’s fair,” Ford said, looking properly deflated. “And I get it. Honestly. I understand. I wasn’t thinking at all.”
“No, you fucking weren’t.”
I knew I was being unduly harsh, but I didn’t care.
“Seeing you get down on one knee with a box in your hand, when I thought it was just the two of us,” I went on, “I didn’t know what to make of it. Especially after what happened the other night, in the car…” I trailed off, embarrassed at what I was admitting. That for a second, I’d actually believed his proposal might mean something.
I hadn’t meant to bring up our hookup in the car, either, but it was out now and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
“You’re right about all of it,” Ford said, stepping closer to me. “I made it confusing. I know. So how about I un-confuse things?” He took my hands in his. “The fake stuff is the fake stuff—the proposal, the wedding, the farce. That’s all for show.”
He moved even closer to me and I could feel his breath hot on my cheeks.
“But what happened in the car?” he said, his voice dropping lower. “That was real.”
“It was?” I asked, hating how uncertain I sounded.
“Yes,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Let me show you exactly how real.”
I swallowed hard as he led me over to the couch. He gestured for me to sit, and I did.
Then he knelt down. He didn’t have a ring this time, but my heart was pounding as fast as it had when there’d been a velvet box in his hand. My whole body was tingling, and it was getting hard to breathe as I waited for him to show me what he’d promised.
His hands started at my feet, pulling my shoes off one at a time. The fabric of my dress was cool against my legs, but underneath it my entire body ached for Ford. For his touch.
He slipped his hands underneath the hem of my dress, slowly, carefully sliding it up to my thighs. Then his fingers trailed their way back down to my knees, and he pushed them apart, so suddenly that I gasped. And I let him. In fact, I helped him, lifting my hips up as his hands traveled to the waistband of my silky black thong.
“I love knowing you were barely wearing anything under this dress,” he said as he drew the underwear down my thighs, letting them drop to the floor. I kicked them aside, keeping my legs open for him and bunching my skirt up at my waist. I should have felt exposed, but I didn’t.
“This is nice,” Ford said.
He’d just gotten a glimpse of my trim landing strip. I liked being mostly bare, and I could tell from his expression that he liked it too.
He spread my legs even wider, making the muscles of my inner thighs burn a little at the tension. At first, I was expecting to feel the brush of his fingers, assuming he was going to do exactly what he’d done in the car the other night. My body was ready and wet, eager for it, but then, instead of using his hands, Ford lowered his head and tasted my pussy.
I cried out at the shock of his hot tongue lapping against my lips, tracing a line from bottom to top, around my clit, and back down again. My head fell back against the couch cushions, my hands clenching the fabric of my dress as Ford began to fuck me with his tongue.
No one had ever done anything like this to me.
It was so good.
Ford stopped and pressed his tongue against my clit, sucking it softly into his mouth, and then the low moan he let out vibrated through my entire body.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, panting for air. I was breathing so hard I worried I was going to pass out, but if I did, it would be worth it. “Fuck…yes…”
Pleasure washed over me in wave after wave as he licked and sucked and caressed me with his tongue. I was so wet, so dripping wet for him, but he seemed to like it, nuzzling his chin against my inner thighs before returning to drag his tongue against my slit. God, his tongue. Strong and sure and steady, lapping up and down, darting right inside my pussy, thick and wet. So fucking good.
I was moaning now, an orgasm rapidly building. It had never felt this way before, not even when I was alone with my vibrator. I panted as Ford parted me and slid one finger deep inside of me, keeping his mouth over my clit, sucking it like a Hoover. I was riding his hand now, grinding hard against his fingers and mouth, seeking the relief that I knew was close.
“I’m going to come,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut.
My toes curled into the carpet, my body arching up and away from the sofa as Ford inserted another finger in my pussy. I loved the way his body stretched mine, the way I could feel his fingers moving inside me, matching the quick, hard rhythm of his tongue on my clit.
He began to move faster, harder, coaxing the climax out of me, and my body responded.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I whimpered, pleasure arching through me as I came—so fucking hard, I couldn’t believe another person had done this to me, moaning so loud, I wondered if my neighbors could hear it. But Ford didn’t stop until I finally pushed him away, falling back breathlessly against the couch, my entire body buzzing.
He stood, and I could tell he was aroused, the hard press of his cock evident against the zipper of his pants. I half expected him to sweep me up into his arms and carry me to the bedroom, to finish what we had started.
