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“Zoe, will you marry me?”
I feel tears flood my eyes. My hands go to my mouth totally unbidden. I can’t believe I thought he was breaking up with me.
“I … Yes, yes, of course I will,” I say.
Mac gets up and pulls me to my feet. He takes the ring from the box and slips it onto my finger. It’s a perfect fit, just like he is a perfect fit for me. He pulls me into his arms and holds me. I am laughing and crying at the same time.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world,” Mac says.
I cling to him, holding him tightly against me. I am so lucky. I have the perfect man. I pull back slightly, not leaving his arms, just looking up into his face.
“I love you, Mac,” I whisper.
He leans forward, and our lips meet. There is nothing chaste about this kiss. One of his hands is in my hair, the other one moving lower down my back, pressing me against him. I can feel how hard his cock is and I move my hips slightly, grinding against it. It spurs him on, and his tongue pushes its way into my mouth, filling it, massaging my own.
I push my hands beneath his T-shirt, running my palms over his skin. It sends shivers through me, and I can feel myself getting wet. My lips tingle where they meet his. My stomach is whirling, and my pussy is begging for his touch. I move my hips again, and Mac pulls away from me. He takes a step back.
“I’m sorry. I … I can’t,” he says.
He’s just proposed to me, just asked me to spend my life with him, but he doesn’t want to have sex with me. I don’t get it. It’s like he loves me, but he’s afraid he’ll break me or something. I’m nowhere near as fragile as I look, and it’ll take a lot to break me. But what if it’s not that? What if I was right about him not being so attracted to me anymore? Maybe he’s proposed because he feels like it’s the right thing to do.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” I ask quietly, almost afraid to ask in case he gives me the answer that will break my heart.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Zoe?” he says.
I shake my head.
“No. I’m so ready for this, Mac, for you, and you constantly push me away. It … it hurts me. It makes me feel undesirable.”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry for laughing, but you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he says.
“I used to think you felt it. That you wanted me. But now, I just don’t know anymore,” I admit.
He smiles at me. “I just learned to control myself more.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the couch and sits down beside me.
“I know you’re ready, and believe me, I’m ready for you too. But we’ve waited this long, and I want us to do this right, that’s all. I am attracted to you. Fucking hell am I. If you knew the thoughts I have when I look at you. The things I want to do to you.”
I feel myself getting wetter hearing him.
“Like what?” I say.
“You want me to tell you?”
I nod, not trusting my voice to come out even. I believe him now. I can see the old lust back in his eyes as he looks at me. As he lets himself think about what he wants to do to me. I want to hear him say it because it’s turning me on.
“I want to strip you, to work your nipples until they’re rock hard and your pussy is dripping wet. Then I want to lick your pussy, to fuck you with my tongue. I want to make you come so hard and so much you forget who you are. And when you think you can’t take any more, I want to ram my cock into your tight little pussy and claim you as my own,” he says.
His voice is low, husky, dripping with lust for me, and I feel a rush of liquid escaping me at his words.
“I want to take you to the edge, Zoe, to push you over it and make you feel things you didn’t know were possible. I want to keep going until you can’t take any more and you’re begging me to stop, and then I want to give you more. To make you mine once and for all. And I want to do that to you as my wife, as mine. And I want to do it to you every day for the rest of our lives.”
I am so wet now that I can feel my panties getting soaked. My clit and pussy throb, and I moan low in my throat and change positions, trying to get some relief.
