David
I lose all semblance of control when her hand touches my chest. Boosting Carys to the wall with my hips, I wrap her legs around my waist and reach down to the V of her delicate red silk blouse.
Tearing hard, buttons scatter in every direction. In the furthest recess of my mind, I hear one ping off the window with a tiny clink. I don’t care. The only thing that matters is furthering the emotional and physical connection with the woman in my arms, in my heart. “Any questions?”
Rocking my hips into hers, I swell tighter as she lets out a breathy sigh. “Just one. Please, touch me.”
“Control yourself, Car,” I murmur as I feast on the long, elegant line of her neck.
“That’s hard to do when you’re…” Carys’s moan rips through the air as I bite down on the tendon while pressing my thick cock against her. “Again,” she demands.
I laugh darkly before I smooth a hand up the side of her leg to give it a quick pop. I’m rewarded by her ecstatic whimper. “Who’s in control here, Carys?” I remind her, pulling back.
She licks her puffy lips before saying, much to my delight, “You are.”
Dropping her legs, I grab her wrist and drag her over to the credenza by the window overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Laying Carys’s cheek and chest down on it, I’m so fucking hard, I might split the zipper of my trousers. “Only you can make me this way,” I tell her honestly.
“How?”
I push my hips against her luscious ass. Her moan fills the room and my heart to the brim.
My lips curve as my hands slide beneath the hem of her short skirt. But where I expect to find soaked panties that I fully intended on ripping off before my hand lands on her ass, I’m met with her creamy skin. “Sweetheart, what am I going to do with you?” I make a tsking sound. I’m bring my hand back slightly, not hard enough to hurt her—never that—when her words freeze me in place.
“Anything you want as long as we do it together forever.” Tears spike her lashes, turning the gorgeous aqua color to pools of ocean water.
Suddenly, I want to be inside of her as I feel her body ripple from the inside out with each shudder. Laying myself over her, my hands quickly make work of my belt, then the fasteners, before I release my cock still trapped inside the silky boxers.
Carys moans beneath me, wiggling her ass up against my hardness.
“Shh,” I soothe her, shoving the material of all of the items separating my body from hers to the floor. Kicking her legs apart with my feet, her sigh of pleasure releases a bloom of happiness inside of me. One I know will never go away no matter how many years pass, no matter how much age changes us.
Because this woman completes me by accepting me, challenging me, and giving me everything I need every day.
“I love you, Carys,” I choke out.
She turns her head slightly. I let her. I want this moment, this gateway to our forever that she so cleverly figured out, to be imprinted on her soul.
Covering her delicate body, I run two fingers through swollen lips, deliberately dragging them over her extended clit. “You’re drenched,” I murmur.
“It was so fun waiting for you to realize it was me,” she taunts, just as my hand lands on the outside of her thigh.
Her hip jerks in reaction, her thigh twitching, “Uh! Yes,” she hisses.
“Do you want more?” I ask.
Her eyes lower. “Do I deserve more?”
Fuck yes, but then again, so do I. I grunt as I grab hold of the base of my dick, sliding it in between her wet folds. Lining myself up, I whisper, “You deserve everything,” before I push myself in slowly, drawing out this moment for exactly what it is—the final merger of our lives into one eternity.
Leaning back, my hands roam her perfect skin, knowing it’s going to pinken so perfectly. “You were made for me,” I tell her.
“Yes.” Her lips quiver as she answers.
I reward her with a thrust and a slap to her cheek. Her tiny foot raises, the heel catching me on the ass to tug me closer.
I thrust a few times deeply, causing us both to moan and pant, before I screw myself tightly inside. “We were meant to love each other.”
“We were,” she agrees.
I land a smack to the outside of her other leg. I feel the ripples of her pussy along my cock, even though I don’t move. “Hold off, baby,” I warn her.
She nods frantically, lifting slightly, pressing her forehead to the table.
But I want her eyes for the last part, the part that will make her mine forever. Pulling out, I ignore her cry of “No!” before I spin Carys to face me. Boosting her atop of the credenza, I step in between her legs and wrap her arms around my shoulders, before my cockhead nudges her opening.
“Be mine. Forever. Don’t stop loving me, Carys. Marry me,” I choke out hoarsely.
The smile that curves her lips is so incongruous with the overflow of tears. But it’s the sweet “Yes, David. It would be the happiest day of my life to become Mrs. David Lennan” that has me slamming my cock inside of her over and over until Carys calls my name when she comes tightly on me, her pussy rippling all over my cock.
Burying my face in her neck, I shoot my load a few thrusts after.
Moving us from the credenza to the floor, I pull her over my chest as we both lie there panting. “I’m still pissed,” I mutter as I brush her damp hair away from her forehead.
Lifting slightly back, Carys smiles. “Why?”
“I had it all planned.” I sound like a petulant little boy now that I’m not controlling the one thing I need to control in our lives.
She leans forward and presses her lips against mine gently. “You planned what you thought I should have, what the world expects. Not what we need. This—” She waves a limp arm to indicate the destruction we’ve wreaked on the office. “—is what we needed, my love. Me knowing you’re never going to walk away and…”
A light turns on. God, she’s so damn brilliant on top of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And now, she’s going to be mine. No, that’s stupid. She’s always been mine—since the moment I first kissed her three years ago. “And I know that no matter what, we still have balance in our lives. That money, work, doesn’t define our love. Only we do that.”
Carys beams at me before lowering her head down on my chest. “Exactly.”
I begin to chuckle, softly at first, then full-throated roars. Carys props herself up on an elbow. “Care to share the joke?”
I manage to gasp, “I had candlelight, and…and…”
“And?”
“Violins!” I tip my head back. “I need to cancel the violins!”
Carys begins giggling. Soon, we’re clutching each other, holding on to the only thing that matters during the perfect proposal—the person you love.
Much later that night, we’re back in our condo. After we’ve made love before gorging ourselves of reheated Italian leftovers I had catered from Daniela Trattoria, I slide a solid white-gold-and-diamond Claddagh ring on her left hand with the heart pointed out—just like the way her father slid a similar ring on her mother’s hand long ago. A ring that symbolizes everything she’s worked for: life, love, and friendship. After all, she named her company after it.