Pulling back, I did the same to her other breast before licking and kissing my way down to where I really wanted to be.
“Dean, please,” she begged as I kissed her core through her panties.
“Please what, Ms. Collins?”
“Just take me, Dean. Please, I need you in me.”
“Patience, my love,” I whispered as I hooked my fingers in her panties, pulling them down.
Bringing my mouth back up to her now bare pussy, I licked her slit, making her mewl shamelessly. “I love your taste. I could eat you out for hours,” I added before burying my face between her thighs. I entered her with my tongue, mimicking the thrust I would soon be doing with my cock.
She was now calling my name over and over, grabbing at my hair, both pulling and pushing, so lost in her own ecstasy. I wasn’t sure she even knew what I was doing anymore.
I kept on eating her, thrusting my tongue into her over and over again as her legs started to quiver around my face. When I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit, she came on the loudest scream possible. I took all of my self-control to not bang on my chest like a proud savage.
My woman had had such an earth-shattering orgasm; she was shaking all over.
Placing my cock at her entrance, I slowly pushed into her, loving how her body wrapped around me like a glove.
“Babe, I can’t be loving or delicate now. I feel like I might burst,” I admitted truthfully once I was fully seated inside her heavenly heat.
“Don’t, don’t be considerate. Just fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” she said. Licking her lips, she reached up and pinched her nipples.
I pulled out completely and entered her again in one powerful thrust. She arched in such blissful abandon, she ended up sitting on the desk.
"These are mine too," I growled, slapping the hands off her breasts.
Grabbing her hip, I started to thrust hard and fast. With my other hand, I kneaded her left breast and pinch her nipple.
She met me thrust for thrust. The only sounds in the room were her moans, my growls, and the slap of my balls against her ass.
This fuck was completely animalistic. I swore to myself that I’d make love to her later in my bed, but right now I needed to let out all the sexual frustration and need I had for my girl.
I came so hard, my legs buckled. I enjoyed filling her with my cum.
Leaning down, still keeping my softening cock inside her, I pecked her lips. “That was the best sex ever.” Wrapping her arms around me, she gently caressed my back. “It was. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again.”
I smiled, kissing her cheek. “I’d like to say I’m sorry, but….”
She chuckled. “I know. You’re happy to have a big dick and to have fucked me into oblivion."
Reluctantly leaving her body, I offered her a hand to help her up. “Maybe we can take this to my room? Or can I say our room now?”
She nodded with a small smile as she readjusted her bra. “Yes, our room,” she confirmed as she reached for her panties on the floor.
I waited for her to slide her dress back before handing her a little square blue box.
“Oh, is it a new charm?” she asked, taking the box from me. “What could fit this moment? A small penis?” She chuckled at her own joke, but her laughter died as soon as she opened the box. The stunning engagement ring I'd purchased for her all those weeks ago was finally glistening back at her.
“Dean?” she asked, turning around just as I got down on one knee.
She rested a trembling hand against her lips.
“I love you, Amber Collins. You are everything I've never dared to dream of. You bring light to my darkness, softness to my roughness, bravery to my fear. You are my world, my heart. When you were gone, I missed you so viscerally that it made me crazy.” I rested my hand over my heart.
"Be my wife. Let's raise our boy and have more babies together. Let's keep showing the world that despite our circumstances, despite the odds, we have made it. Be my wife, my confidant, my salvation. Because Amber, I breathe for you, I live for you. Marry me, please."
She sobbed again. “Of course, yes. I love you! You and I, always Dean Beaumont.”
Standing up, I took the ring from her. As I slid the ring on her finger, my hand shook with exhilaration.
Pulling her into a hug, I kissed the top of her head. My world was literally in my arms.
"How are we ever going to tell people our engagement story?" she asked against my chest.
I chuckled, hugging her even tighter. “You’re right. Telling our children that I proposed after fucking you senseless might not be the most tasteful story.”
She snuggled in my arms, burying her face against my neck. “Uh-huh”
“I don’t care. We can just tell them I was the luckiest bastard in the world as despite all my shortcomings, you still decided to be mine." I smiled. "What do you say we practice making all those babies?"
She pulled back a little, meeting my eyes. "Already, old man?"
I growled. “With you? Always.”
And I couldn’t wait to start our always and forever. With her by my side, I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
3 years later
My wife entered my office in Philly dressed in her hot pencil dress and high heels that always made my body react, no matter the location. You would have thought that after three years together and more than two years of marriage, my desire for her would have lessened but it was the opposite, the more we explored, the more I was addicted and now that she graduated with her marketing degree I was planning to take her somewhere for a week – anywhere, I didn't care as I planned to keep her in bed the whole time.
“What do you need?” I asked as she extended a file to me. She was working as a marketing associate, I offered her the director position but she didn’t want it, she wanted to learn and earn the spot. She was like that my Amber, all integrity.
“Elizabeth told me to bring the new campaign to you and she thinks because it was my idea they used, I should be the one giving it to you.”
“Does she?” I leaned back on my chair, resting my arms on the arms of my chair. “I know how brilliant you are, I’m sure it’s astonishing.”
“What is it?” I asked. I could see the excitement radiating from her.
She showed me a little blue box from the charms store I've been using for the past few years.
Her bracelet was filling nicely and I loved how she wore our story on her wrist. “I bought myself a charm. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Is that for what you let me do to you last night? I agree that was one for history but I’m not sure you can find an ass shape charm.
She rolled her eyes but blushed at the memory. “No, it has nothing to do with last night” She replied, adjusting her posture.
I smirked. I was sure she could still feel me inside her ass.
“Okay?” I tapped my forefinger against my lips. “Is that a charm for your graduation?”
She shook her head. “Nope, miss again. Plus, I'm sure you already bought one for the secret graduation party I don't know anything about.”
I shook my head. “Fine, I give up.”
She extended the box to me. “Have a look”