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He lets out the breath he's been holding and stands up, sliding the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly. "I love you," he tells me, his voice thick with emotion.
"I love you too," I whisper back, and he pulls me into his arms, kissing me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. We kiss like we're starved for each other, like we've been apart for years instead of just one day.
Eventually we pull apart, gasping for air.
"We should celebrate," Marco says, grinning at me.
I smile back at him, feeling lighter than I have in weeks. "What do you have in mind?"
He winks at me. "I have a few ideas. Tell me, if you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?"
"Tokyo," I say instantly.
His eyes brighten. "Then we'll celebrate our engagement in Tokyo."
Letting out a breathy gasp, I link my hands in his. The ring feels alien on my skin, but I adore the sensation. "I want to celebrate here, first."
"I've always wanted to fuck my fiance," he chuckles darkly. "Let's go. Get on your knees."
My eyes widen, but I do what he says, sliding onto my knees in front of him. He takes off his belt slowly and I watch in rapt attention as he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock is long and hard already, and I lick my lips hungrily at the sight.
Marco takes my hands and guides them around his shaft.
"Touch me," he groans as I begin to stroke him. His breathing becomes ragged and his hips buck against my grip as I work him faster, until his fingers are tangled in my hair and every muscle is tensed with pleasure.
Leaning forward, I flick out my tongue before taking him into my mouth. It feels so good––the taste of him flooding me with warmth––that I moan around him. Marco's hips jerk forward involuntarily as he responds to the sensation and the pleasure quickly builds.
"Filia," he rasps, "get up."
I release him reluctantly, doing as he asks. It's hard for me to stand because I'm so turned on, but I manage with his guidance. He spins me around, pressing me up against the counter. I lean over, propping myself up with a hand while my other reaches back to grip his cock.
As he begins to guide himself into me, he presses his hot mouth against my ear. "You're going to be my wife," he groans.
"Yes," I gasp. "I'm going to be your wife."
He thrusts forward and we both moan. The sensation is exquisite––we've had sex before, plenty of times, but this is different. This feels like the culmination of all our relationship, a promise of all the years to come.
It's so good that we're both trembling.
"You drive me crazy," he growls, his hand moving to my hips as he thrusts into me again. This time, he pulls out almost all the way, letting me thrust my hips backwards to meet his.
I cry out, reaching back for him. "I want you deeper," I moan.
"Oh yeah?" he says, reaching down to press his thumb against my clit. "Like this?"
"Yes!" I gasp. "That's amazing."
"That's because you're amazing," he says, sliding his hand over my stomach and reaching down to find my clit. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, and it's all it takes to make me explode.
I clench around him, my pussy throbbing around him as pleasure roars through me. Spurred on by my orgasm, he thrusts into me hard and deep.
My hips jerk against him, and in seconds he's groaning my name as he comes.
We collapse onto the kitchen floor, a tangle of limbs and sweet aftershocks. Marco rolls us so that I'm on top of him, his cock still inside me.
We lay there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling. I trace his fingers with my own and he keeps my hand in his.
"We should get out of here," he finally says.
